"The rules of the cavalry battle are simple," Midnight announced, standing tall on the podium, her voice laced with excitement. "The time limit is fifteen minutes. The total points your team has are based on the sum of your rankings from the previous event."
Her whip cracked as she continued, "The rider will wear a headband showing your team's points. You'll need to snatch headbands from other teams before time runs out. The points on the headbands you capture will be added to your score!"
Cheers erupted among the audience.
The students, however, felt a different kind of tension rising in the air.
"Any stolen headbands must be worn visibly around the neck. So the more you steal…" Midnight smirked, "…the harder it'll be to protect them all."
The crowd chuckled nervously.
"And remember! You won't be eliminated if your headband is stolen or your horse breaks apart. You can keep going until the time runs out!"
"The use of Quirks is allowed—" Midnight's eyes gleamed, "—but this is still a game. Any violent attacks meant to seriously harm your opponents or deliberately collapse their formation will earn you a red card and disqualification."
The stadium buzzed with anticipation.
"You have fifteen minutes to form your teams! The countdown starts now!"
On the field, the students scattered immediately, scrambling to form alliances.
"Let's team up!"
Yaoyorozu Momo stepped in front of Uchiha Madara, her eyes calm but determined.
Madara gave a light nod.
He had been planning to ask her first anyway, but it seemed the lady of the Creation Quirk had the same idea.
Before Madara could speak, Yaoyorozu leaned closer. "By the way… I need a favor."
Madara raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"
"Well… could you make something for me?" Momo asked, glancing at his pocket.
Madara smirked slightly. "Actually… I was just about to ask you the same thing."
He reached into his coat and pulled out a small notebook, worn from use. "Here."
Yaoyorozu blinked in surprise. "What's this?"
Madara tapped the cover, looking somewhat embarrassed. "You'll understand when you open it."
With a curious hum, Momo flipped through the pages.
Her eyes widened.
On the open page, a detailed sketch of a kunai dagger stared back at her.
Handwritten notes lined the margins—dimensions, material composition, and even metallurgical equations.
"This is… a kunai?" Momo frowned. "You want ninja weapons now?"
"Pretty much." Madara folded his arms. "Can you make them?"
Momo stared at him, speechless for a moment. "Why… would you want this… to snatch headbands?"
Madara gave a slow nod. "Exactly."
Momo snorted, nearly laughing out loud. "Are you serious?"
Madara gave her a flat look, rubbing his temple. "Dead serious."
Momo sighed, finally relenting. She closed her eyes and began visualizing the object in her mind.
Seconds later, she opened her palm. A perfectly formed iron kunai materialized.
"Here," she handed it over, "Is this okay?"
Madara tested the weight, flipping it in his hand with a faint grin. "Perfect."
"How many do you need?"
"As many as you can make."
Momo stared at him, half-annoyed, half-amused. "You better make this worth it."
Madara slid the kunai into his coat. "I'll put on a good show."
Fifteen minutes later.
The teams stood on the field, the crowd roaring in anticipation.
The massive scoreboard displayed each rider and their team's point total.
At the center of attention—Uchiha Madara and Yaoyorozu Momo, their headband gleaming with bold, unmistakable text.
10,000,000 POINTS
The air was thick with bloodlust.
"They're all coming for us," Momo said quietly, glancing at the horde of students glaring in their direction.
"Let them," Madara replied, adjusting his headband.
"…You sure you're okay carrying me?" Momo asked hesitantly as she climbed onto his shoulders.
Madara gave a soft chuckle. "You're lighter than you think."
Momo blushed faintly. "Please… don't say things like that."
Up in the commentator's booth—
"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, we're entering the most brutal event of the festival!" Present Mic yelled. "The Cavalry Battle begins… now!"
"3—"
"2—"
"1—"
"START!"
The field erupted into chaos.
"Get him!!"
"Take Madara's headband!!"
A wave of students from various classes charged toward Madara and Momo, quirks activating left and right.
Flames, ice shards, air blasts—it was a swarm of quirks aimed straight at them.
Madara didn't even blink.
In a blur, ten kunai flashed into his hand.
"Hundred," Madara muttered.
"Huh?" Momo glanced down.
"More kunai. Quick."
"R-Right!"
The moment Momo pulled another batch of kunai from her Creation Quirk, Madara flicked his wrist.
"Whoosh!"
The kunai tore through the air, each spinning with razor precision.
"WH-WHAT?!!"
"HE'S THROWING KNIVES?!!"
"IS THIS EVEN LEGAL?!"
The incoming teams screeched to a halt as the silver kunai zipped past them, not hitting flesh, but slicing neatly at headbands.
With flawless accuracy, Madara clipped the knots holding headbands in place.
In an instant, ten headbands flew off their owners' heads.
Gasps echoed across the field as the kunai spun mid-air, returning to Madara's outstretched hand, each dragging a headband behind it like a trophy.
Momo's eyes widened. "You actually… pulled it off."
Madara caught the kunai in one smooth motion and tied the stolen headbands around his free arm.
The entire field froze.
"Is this for real…?" Tokoyami muttered.
Kirishima stared, jaw slack. "He's a monster…"
On the teacher's platform—
Aizawa Shouta's mouth twitched. "I think I need to rewrite his Quirk profile. Again."
Beside him, All Might chuckled softly. "At this rate, we'll need a separate file just for him."
Back on the field—
"Stay sharp," Madara said softly to Momo as more students started regrouping, albeit hesitantly this time.
"Understood." Momo began producing more kunai, placing them steadily into Madara's hands.
More teams approached—but this time with caution.
"Too scared now, huh?" Bakugo's voice growled nearby. He blasted forward, eyes locked on Madara. "Doesn't matter… I'LL BLOW YOU UP ANYWAY!"
Bakugo's hand sparked as he shot forward with an explosive blast.
Madara met his charge head-on, calm as ice.
The moment Bakugo lunged, Madara's kunai whipped through the air—not at Bakugo, but at the thin cord of his headband.
The cord snapped in a blink.
"WH—?!"
Bakugo sailed past, his headband fluttering to the ground, snatched mid-air by Madara's other hand.
Bakugo twisted mid-flight, glaring daggers. "You—!!"
But before he could react, a flash of ice shot up between them—Todoroki Shoto's ice wall, separating them.
"You're not the only one after him," Todoroki said coldly, sliding forward with his cavalry team.
Madara smirked. "This is going to be fun."
Above them, Midnight shouted, "Five minutes left!"
The crowd screamed louder than ever.
In that moment, standing amid the chaos, surrounded by enemies on all sides, Uchiha Madara grinned.
This wasn't a sports festival.
This was a battlefield.
And on the battlefield, he reigned supreme.
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