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The scoreboard dimmed.
Midnight raised the mic once more.
"And now, the third and final stage of the U.A Sports Festival…"
The stadium quieted.
"…the one-on-one Fighting Tournament!"
The crowd roared so loudly the steel beams trembled.
Present Mic practically combusted with excitement.
"THIS IS WHAT EVERYONE'S BEEN WAITING FOR!"
Midnight lifted her hand.
"But first! A one-and-a-half-hour break! Contestants and audience may enjoy the festival grounds before we begin!"
Instantly, the tension snapped into carnival energy.
Food stalls fired up. Merchandise booths exploded with sales.
Students collapsed in exhaustion or plotted revenge.
Lunch Break...
S.H.I.E.L.D Section which was allocated to them.
Rudra rose from his seat and gestured casually.
"Come on," he said to the group.
"Let's go eat before someone challenges us to a duel over takoyaki."
Ravi pumped a fist.
"Finally. My stomach has been protesting since Bakugo's speech."
They navigated through the festival crowd toward a familiar scent—
Grilled meat. Fresh rice. Hero-grade seasoning.
At the center stood the culinary battlefield commander himself—Lunch Rush
Mask on. Cape fluttering. Spatulas moving like twin swords.
Behind the counter, flames danced as if trained personally by Fire Fist.
"Look at that efficiency," Sandeep muttered. "He could conquer nations with this coordination."
Rudra leaned against the stall.
"Back in our childhood," he began casually, "our greatest battlefield was the mathematics classroom."
Shiva groaned instantly.
"Do not tell this story."
Junoo smirked smelling the gossip.
-Smirk
"Tell it."
Ravi pointed dramatically.
"The chalk incident."
Meena covered her face, already laughing.
-Giggle
"...."
Rudra continued solemnly,
"We replaced Sir's chalk pieces with soap bars."
Sandeep wheezed. "He kept writing for five minutes before realizing the board was not cooperating."
"And when he pressed harder," Ravi added, "the chalk snapped in half like it had betrayed him."
Shiva shook his head. "We were nearly suspended."
Amirtha smiled softly. "You deserved it."
Layla blinked. "You were used to do pranks like these, once?"
Gwen folded her arms. "Hard to imagine."
Rudra accepted a tray from Lunch Rush.
"Normal is relative."
They settled around high tables, laughter weaving through the festival noise.
For a brief moment—No villains. No responsibilities. No world-threatening plots.
Just friends. Just warmth. Just memory.
In the distance, Bakugo could be heard arguing with someone.
Shoto sat quietly under a shaded tent.
Midoriya scribbled notes furiously even while eating trying to come up with a way to defeat his opponent and who it could be.
The lunch break dissolved like steam.
S.H.I.E.L.D members dispersed toward their assigned security sectors—E, F, G, H stands now under their supervision.
Royale scanned entry flow. Ivy coordinated with support heroes.
Fire Fist cracked his knuckles in anticipation of literally nothing happening putting a show before his girlfriend Meena.
Rudra adjusted his gloves and walked toward the student lobby corridor.
He didn't intend to eavesdrop.
But he heard the voice.
Low. Burning. Unmistakable. He slowed.
At the crossway ahead stood a towering figure wreathed in controlled flames.
Enji Todoroki aka Endeavor.
Before him—Izuku Midoriya
Midoriya stood stiffly, hands half-raised in uncertain defense.
"...."
Endeavor's voice carried.
"Shoto will understand eventually."
Flames flickered higher.
"He will accept that power exists to surpass. To dominate. To reach the top."
Midoriya swallowed.
"Sir, I— I think Todoroki wants to—"
Endeavor cut him off.
"He is my masterpiece."
The word lingered. Heavy.
Midoriya's brows furrowed, confused, uncomfortable hearing the word masterpiece.
-Frown
"...."
Before the conversation could continue—Footsteps echoed.
-Thud. -Thud.
-Thud. -Thud...
Measured. Deliberate.
Rudra did not hide them.
He allowed each step to strike the corridor floor with calm precision.
Endeavor's flames shifted slightly as he turned.
"...."
Their eyes met. As Rudra's red visor against living fire.
-Gleam
Silence expanded between them like a tightening wire.
"...."
"...."
"...."
The air grew hotter. Not physically. Philosophically.
Two top-tier heroes.
Two very different definitions of strength.
Midoriya stood between them, spiritually evaporating.
"...."
Endeavor's narrowed eyes assessed Ra-One.
-Frown
"You."
The word wasn't hostile. But it wasn't warm either.
Ra-One's modulated voice answered evenly.
"Endeavor."
No titles. Just name.
The corridor seemed to shrink.
Midoriya looked left. Then right.
"...."
He had accidentally wandered into a duel of ideologies.
Endeavor spoke first.
"You've been interfering with matters beyond your concern."
Flames pulsed faintly.
Rudra tilted his head slightly.
"If you're referring to Shoto…"
A pause.
"…he's a student. Not a blueprint."
The temperature dropped.
Not literally. But the emotional pressure sharpened.
"...."
Endeavor's jaw tightened.
"You presume much."
"And you," Ra-One replied calmly, "presume ownership."
Midoriya's brain was overheating.
He wasn't sure whether to run, faint, or take notes.
For several long seconds—Neither hero moved.
Only the quiet hum of Endeavor's flames filled the space.
Then—
A buzzer sounded faintly from the stadium speakers.
Break ending.
Fighting tournament beginning soon.
Endeavor looked past Ra-One toward the arena.
"This discussion isn't over."
Ra-One didn't step aside immediately.
Then he did.
Endeavor walked past him without another word.
-HUMP!
"...."
The flames receded with distance.
Midoriya exhaled like he had just survived a boss encounter.
-Sigh
"...."
Ra-One glanced at him briefly.
"Focus on your match."
Midoriya straightened instantly hearing Ra-one's voice then hurriedly left.
"Yes, sir!"
The boys' lobby buzzed with post-race adrenaline.
Lockers clanged. Zippers zipped. Someone argued about protein intake.
Sweaty uniforms were tossed aside as students changed into fresh combat gear for the tournament.
The door slid open.
Izuku Midoriya stepped inside, still carrying the emotional residue of that corridor encounter.
"Yo, Midoriya!"
"Crazy stunt out there!"
"Land mine rocket? You're unhinged!"
Eijiro Kirishima grinned wide.
-Grin
"That was manly as hell!"
Midoriya scratched his head nervously.
"I-It was just improvisation…"
Across the room—
Katsuki Bakugo clicked his tongue sharply.
-Tch.
"...."
He didn't look at Midoriya directly.
But the irritation radiating off him could probably power a small city.
Then—The door opened again.
Shoto Todoroki entered quietly. Instant shift.
Bakugo stood up immediately.
"I'm taking first place from you,"
He declared, stepping forward with open challenge.
Todoroki didn't even glance at him.
"...."
He walked past. Straight. To Midoriya.
The room fell into stunned silence.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Todoroki stopped in front of him.
"I will defeat you."
Direct. Unblinking. Absolute. Midoriya blinked.
-Blink -Blink
"M-Me?"
"Yes."
Todoroki's gaze sharpened slightly.
"You are stronger than you look."
Bakugo's eye twitched violently in the background.
-Twitch
"...."
Midoriya swallowed, Endavor's words echoing in his mind.
-Gulp
'He will accept my philosophy. He is my masterpiece.'
Midoriya straightened slowly.
"If you want to win," he said carefully, "you'll have to use everything."
A pause.
"Not just half."
The room froze.
Todoroki's expression changed.
"...."
A subtle flicker.
"How do you—"
Midoriya shook his head.
"I just think… if you're holding back something that's part of you… you won't truly win."
Silence lingered.
"...."
Todoroki's eyes widened slightly.
Not anger. Recognition.
Bakugo finally snapped.
"WHAT ARE YOU TWO WHISPERING ABOUT LIKE THIS IS SOME DRAMA SERIES?!"
He jumped up, pointing aggressively at both of them.
"I'M BEATING BOTH OF YOU! HALF-AND-HALF AND NERD—YOU'RE BOTH LOSING!"
Kirishima laughed nervously.
-Haha
"Man, the tension in here is crazy…"
Bakugo cracked his knuckles.
-Crack -Crack
"I'm taking my rightful first place."
Todoroki's gaze returned to Midoriya.
Calm.
"But I will win."
Then he turned and walked away to prepare.
Midoriya stood there, heart pounding.
Bakugo leaned close, eyes blazing.
"Don't think that stunt makes you special."
Midoriya met his eyes. Not fearful. Just determined.
"...."
The buzzer echoed faintly through the stadium speakers.
Time.
The tournament brackets would begin.
One by one—They would step into the arena alone.
No teams. No shields. Just resolve against resolve.
Meanwhile at the stadium...
The stadium lights dimmed slightly.
A spotlight cut across the arena floor.
Midnight stepped forward, mic in hand, her hair fluttering dramatically.
"Ladies and gentlemen," she purred, voice amplified across the roaring crowd,
"welcome to the final stage of the U.A Sports Festival!"
The cheers rolled like thunder.
-CHEEERRRRS!!! -CHEEERRRRS!!!
-CHEEERRRRS!!!...
Behind her—The ground trembled.
Cementoss raised his hand calmly.
The arena floor shifted.
Concrete rose in layered precision.
A perfect square ring formed at the center—elevated, reinforced, smooth but unforgiving.
No edges to cling to. No cover to hide behind. Just pure combat space.
Midnight continued to explain.
"The rules are simple!"
The big screen flashed behind her.
[-Ring-out equals defeat.
-Immobilization equals defeat.
-Surrender equals defeat.
-Excessive force equals disqualification.]
"Last one standing advances!"
The bracket appeared on the giant display screen.
Names lit up. Paths drawn like a tactical war map.
The crowd leaned in. Students scanned the matchups.
Some exhaled in relief. Others swallowed.
-Gulp
"...."
In the commentary booth—
Present Mic was vibrating with energy.
"THIS IS WHERE FUTURE PRO HEROES SHOW THEIR TRUE COLORS! COMBAT ISN'T JUST POWER—IT'S STRATEGY, ADAPTABILITY, INSTINCT!"
Beside him, Shota Aizawa added dryly,
"And composure."
Present Mic nodded enthusiastically.
-Nod
"Previous years set the bar HIGH! The battles we've seen in past festivals shaped hero rankings across the country!"
He pointed dramatically at the bracket.
"Agencies are watching! Sponsors are watching! The public is watching!"
Camera cuts showed pro heroes in VIP sections:
Endeavor's burning silhouette.
Sir Nighteye observing analytically.
Fat Gum munching thoughtfully.
Hawks leaning casually with sharp eyes.
Ra-One who was leaning against a wall.
The pressure was real.
Below—
Students stepped into position near the staging tunnel.
Breathing steady. Hands flexing. Quirks humming faintly.
Up in the security stands, Ra-One folded his arms.
S.H.I.E.L.D members remained alert in their zones, but even they couldn't deny the electricity in the air.
This was no longer a race.
No longer a team skirmish.
This was exposure. Identity.
Ambition crystallized into fists.
Midnight raised her arm.
"For the first match—prepare yourselves!"
The gates to the arena tunnel began to open.
The Fighting Tournament—Had officially begun.
The stadium lights narrowed. The massive screen flashed:
[First Match: Izuku Midoriya vs. Hitoshi Shinso]
The crowd murmured. Some were confused.
"Who's Shinso?"
"General Studies?"
Present Mic leaned forward dramatically.
"THIS IS A CROSS-COURSE MATCHUP! LET'S SEE IF MIDORIYA CAN KEEP HIS MOMENTUM!"
Aizawa's eyes sharpened slightly.
"…Watch carefully."
Meanwhile at the Arena...
Midoriya stepped into the ring.
Nervous. Focused.
Still feeling the weight of being first place earlier.
Across from him—Shinso walked in calmly. Hands in pockets.
Purple hair falling over his eyes.
"...."
Unbothered. The kind of calm that made people underestimate him.
Midnight raised her whip.
"Begin!"
Shinso didn't rush. Didn't charge.
He simply looked at Midoriya and spoke.
"So… you're the kid who got lucky with land mines?"
The words were casual. Almost lazy.
Midoriya clenched his fists.
"I-It wasn't luck—!"
Too late.
Shinso's eyes glinted.
-Gleam!
"...."
"...."
"...."
Midoriya's body froze. Dead still. Gasps from the crowd.
Present Mic shouted,
"WAIT! WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!"
Aizawa spoke evenly.
"Brainwashing. If you respond verbally to Shinso, he takes control."
Midoriya stood like a puppet.
Shinso exhaled slowly.
-Sigh
"Walk forward."
Midoriya obeyed.
Step... Step... Step...
Toward the edge of the ring.
The audience grew tense.
Some booed. Some were stunned.
Midoriya's body reached the boundary line.
One more step—And he would be eliminated.
Meanwhile inside Midoriya's mind there was a war is going on among the mind, will and body.
Darkness. Silence.
"...."
Then—Echoes.
"You can't be a hero."
"You're quirkless."
"You'll never make it."
The past resurfaced.
And then—A pressure.
A flicker of green lightning.
In that void, shadows of previous One For All holders loomed like silent guardians looking at him from behind tensed All Might who was watching from the entry tunnel.
Power pulsed. A jolt.
Back in the arena— Midoriya's fingers twitched.
Then clenched.
He bit down hard on his own finger.
Pain. Sharp. Intentional.
Green electricity cracked across his body.
The shock disrupted the brainwashing.
The crowd erupted.
-WHOAAAA!!!
Present Mic screamed,
"HE BROKE FREE!"
Aizawa narrowed his gaze.
"…He forced a stimulus response."
Shinso's eyes widened seeing his quirk effect was broken.
"...."
That wasn't supposed to happen.
Midoriya looked up. Apologetic smile gone.
Determination in its place.
'I won't lose.'
Were his thoughts as he charged. Not recklessly.
Strategically.
He avoided responding to Shinso's taunts now.
Silent. Focused.
"...."
Shinso tried again.
"Hey, Midoriya—"
No reply. Midoriya closed distance fast.
He grabbed Shinso's scarf.
"...."
Spun. And used momentum to throw him across the ring.
Shinso rolled. Recovered. Tried to speak again.
Midoriya remained silent.
"...."
No openings. No bait.
Then—Midoriya lunged and delivered a clean shoulder tackle.
Shinso stumbled. Teetered.
And fell backward—Out of bounds.
Midnight raised her hand.
"Winner — Izuku Midoriya!"
The stadium roared.
Shinso sat outside the ring, stunned but not broken.
Midoriya approached him.
Extended a hand.
Shinso looked at it for a moment.
Then accepted it.
In the stands, All Might's chest swelled with pride.
The tournament moved like a drumline of impact.
One match after another.
Each clash carving new reputations into the stadium floor.
Shoto Todoroki vs. Hanta Sero...
Sero fired tape immediately. Aerial advantage. Mobility. Good strategy.
The crowd nodded in approval.
-Nods
Todoroki didn't rush. He simply lowered his hand.
Ice erupted. Not wild. Not flashy. Precise.
The tape froze mid-air, locking Sero's trajectory.
Then the entire battlefield crystallized beneath him.
In seconds, Sero was immobilized.
Ring-out.
Cold efficiency.
Todoroki advanced.
Ibara Shiozaki vs. Denki Kaminari...
Kaminari grinned looking at his opponent.
-Grin
"Sorry in advance!"
Electricity surged outward in a wide discharge.
The arena flashed bright.
But—
Vines erupted from Ibara's head like a divine forest awakening.
They absorbed. Insulated. Grounded.
Her expression remained serene. The vines coiled. Captured.
Lifted Kaminari cleanly.
"...."
And gently placed him outside the ring.
She bowed slightly.
Victory through composure.
Tenya Iida vs. Mei Hatsume...
Hatsume arrived like a walking infomercial.
Smoke. Gadgets. Jet boosters. Flash grenades labeled "Baby Prototype #43."
Iida adjusted his glasses. Engine calves ignited.
"...."
She launched device after device.
He dodged with disciplined precision.
Recipro Burst activated.
He vanished from her line of sight.
Reappeared. Tapped her cleanly out of bounds.
Hatsume sat up, grinning wildly.
-Grin
"Did you all see that? Perfect field test!"
Iida blinked caught off guard by the enthustastisam.
"…Yes. Quite."
Mina Ashido vs. Yuga Aoyama...
Aoyama struck a pose.
"Witness my brilliance!"
Laser fired.
Mina slid effortlessly through the acid-slick terrain she created beneath her feet.
Her movement unpredictable. Fluid.
She baited the laser into misalignment.
Then launched forward with a spiraling dash.
Aoyama slipped falling for it.
Ring-out...
She flashed a playful peace sign.
-Hehe
"...."
Fumikage Tokoyami vs. Momo Yaoyorozu...
Momo wasted no time.
Shield. Staff. Flash device. Strategic, calculated.
Dark Shadow expanded in response.
Aggressive. Unrelenting.
The light from Momo's flash briefly suppressed it—But not long enough.
Dark Shadow overwhelmed her defense with sheer pressure.
Forced her to retreat.
One final push.
Ring-out...
Tokoyami stood silent as shadow receded behind him.
Eijiro Kirishima vs. Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu...
The stadium practically begged for this. Hardening versus steel.
They collided like wrecking balls.
-BANG! -BANG! -BANG!
-BANG! -BANG!...
Punches landed. Echoed. Neither flinched. Neither yielded.
Minutes passed...
Both grinning through exhaustion.
-Grins
"...."
"...."
Finally—The judges intervened.
Tie.
[Tiebreaker: arm wrestling.]
The crowd lost its mind.
Their hands clasped at a table dragged into the arena.
Veins bulged. Teeth gritted.
Concrete cracked beneath their elbows.
After a brutal stalemate—Kirishima roared and forced Tetsutetsu's hand down.
Victory by sheer stubborn will.
The two laughed and shook hands like warriors at sunset.
Katsuki Bakugo vs. Ochaco Uraraka...
The mood shifted. Uraraka didn't charge.
Didn't panic.
She floated debris silently from the battlefield while dodging explosions.
Bakugo advanced aggressively, but—
He wasn't careless. He watched her hands.
Her patterns. The sky darkened with floating rubble.
At the right moment—She dropped it.
A meteor shower of arena fragments.
Bakugo detonated upward through the storm.
Precision explosions. Shattered falling debris.
Landed hard. Launched forward.
Uraraka, exhausted, pushed herself to her limit.
But one final explosion knocked her cleanly out of bounds.
Silence.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Then applause.
-Claps -Claps
-Claps -Claps
Not for destruction—But for effort.
Bakugo stood there, breathing hard.
Not smiling.
Because he knew—She had fought seriously.
And he had too.
Midnight raised her whip.
"Advancing to the next stage!"
The quarterfinal bracket filled.
The arena tension thickened again.
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