"Will you look at that Bakugo has effectively attracted almost every competitor towards himself" said present mic.
"He's putting himself at a disadvantage though saying that isn't exactly correct....." Replied Aizawa.
"Hoh how so care to explain mr.eraser head?" Asked present mic with a smile.
".... Fine _ By openly provoking everyone who wants his treasure, he:
•Centralizes threat vectors on himself
•Prevents quiet coordination among stronger students
•Forces impulsive challengers to reveal themselves early
Take a look crash Astarosh is already there and Bakugo is taking full advantage of the boy's emotions making take irrational moves" he points at the screen.
Where Bakugo was provoking crash and not allowing him from forming any kind of strategy or take any sort of offensive positions against him.
"Hey spark nerves you better go back to good ol London bridge and live your live like the extra you are!!!"
"Oi oi no need to bring in London here!!!"
Crash despite being technically faster than Bakugo wasn't able to hit him even once the reason simple he's making him predictable by emotionally triggering him.
"Bakugo understands pride instinctively because he lives in it the students think:
"If Bakugo is asking for it, I can take him."
That leads to:
•Overconfidence
•Solo challenges
•Refusal to retreat
Bakugo expects this. He designs his positioning, escape routes, and explosive zoning around it just like right now" Aizawa explains.
While Bakugo was using to the buildings to essentially force his persuers into a narrow space between buildings that puts them right in his attack range.
Even if they did escape he provokes them immediately never giving them the change to think, strategize or gather together resulting in them being easier to deal with.
Meanwhile midoriya was moving quietly around the city looking for the treasure when suddenly he found Ojiro who was running ahead of him and when he looked at where was running he found a suitcase was it a real or a fake he didn't know but he had to get it.
And so immediately started to analyse whatever information he had about Ojiro and then finally figured out a way to beat him.
Midoriya initially lets Ojiro see him this is of course deliberate as he adopts a readable stance baiting a clean approach and allows Ojiro to believe this is a straight CQC exchange to which Ojiro ever the honorable combatant agrees and comes in with his tail.
Midoriya never tries to "beat" the tail he just repositions it via key tactics:
Wrist-and-ankle level sweeps timed after tail extension
Shoulder checks into Ojiro's centerline, forcing the tail to overcorrect
Short-range elbow pressure against the hips, destabilizing the tail's leverage
The tail isn't a weapon if it's constantly correcting balance.
It becomes a liability causing Ojiro to start fighting his own anatomy.
And yet he knew Ojiro wouldn't go down easily as he lessens the use of his tail this is where midoriya's second phase begins.
First he starts maneuvering the engagement slowly but surely into tighter spaces.
Why you may ask it's simple really midoriya uses the walls to limit tail arcs that would generally hit harder but in these tight spaces yah it's neutralized.
It also forces linear movement instead of circular footwork making ojiro's moves become even weaker.
Ojiro's style wants room but Midoriya gives him corners.
Midoriya never goes for a knockout as he waits for breath rhythm disruption, tail hesitationor most importantly a single half-step too far and as soon as he sees that.
A Low sweep under the leg causing Ojiro to lose balance creating an opening he takes full advantage of as he goes forward with a shoulder pin and puts his body weight—not force and locks Ojiro just long enough
Midoriya disengages slowly.
"Damn it I lost" said Ojiro as he slowly got up and dusted himself when he tries to look for midoriya he was already gone.
Midoriya meanwhile had actually grabbed the suitcase and ran while sticking to the alleyways as he could hear explosions and what was definitely heavy punches being thrown around for now he would avoid any fights since Bakugo had already attracted most of the participants towards himself that meant that the only ones moving around right now would be those with rational minds and strong capabilities.
He immediately had to stop when he saw a few of the foreign student surrounding another foreign student though this one was definitely from NGH high considerating his red uniform.
"Dude handover the treasure or else" said one of the students and going by his accent he was definitely from skyhigh which explains his arrogance while other two companions on the other hand were a lot more docile but still had aggressive stances.
While the other student simply adjusted his glasses.
"Now now there's no need for violence for I'm a believer of Gandhiji_ let's finish this like the heroes that everyone wants us to become shal-" he didn't get a chance to finish his sentence.
"Oh shut up as heroes of course you're going to be involved in violence it's what we always do so shut and give me the suitcase" the skyhigh student shouted.
A sigh
"You know i really don't like being interrupted"
The other student said.
"Forget it get over here" the skyhigh student attacked transformimg his hand to a piston while his two other companions also attacked as well.
"Tipical Americans" he said as he starts walking slowly towards the trio but as he walked the air around him suddenly seemed to become heavy.
His attackers though initially fast started to slowly but surely lose momentum.
"By the way my name is Subrahmanya Rudra"
The air around thickened his attackers felt it immediately their punch slowed, muscles screaming as if they'd plunged their arm into deep water. The impact landed—but soft. Wrong. They stumbled past him, momentum bleeding away like a bad idea.
Subrahmanya didn't move.
One of the students snapped his fingers.
"Soundblade"
Compressed sound arcs screamed toward Aarav from the side, slicing through the air with shrill force.
But when they got near subrahmanya they bent not shattered not blocked but simply bent.
The sound warped, dragging into stretched, sluggish ripples before collapsing into a dull thud at subrahmanya's feet. The echo died too fast, like the space itself refused to carry it.
That's when the last student dropped from above her quirk—Threadstep—let her move along invisible tensile lines she came down fast her legs scissoring for a chokehold counting on gravity to do the work but gravity didn't agree.
The moment she entered the field her descent slowed unnaturally her timing broke her grip missed.
Subrahmanya stepped aside—one step, measured—and caught her wrist no slam, no throw.
Just a gentle twist and a pressure point tap on the Student's arm it went numb. She hit the ground in a controlled roll, breath knocked loose more by surprise than pain.
The original student with the piston quirk stood at the edge of the field, shoulders heaving, piston mechanisms cycling where his forearms should've been. Steel sleeves slid back and forth with angry precision, vents hissing as pressure built.
"YOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN US?" he roared, pistons locking with a deafening CLANG.
He launched the first punch came like an artillery he hit subrahmanya at full speed.
But right before hitting him he felt it resistance not a wall. Not a block. A drag.
His pistons fired, pressure spiking, mechanisms screaming as they tried to force momentum forward. The air felt syrup-thick. Every extra ounce of anger made the field denser.
"MOVE!" Raghav yelled, pistons cycling faster bad idea a very bad idea his punch slowed to a crawl halfway through its arc, the piston chambers overheating as energy bled off into nothing. The impact never landed. His arm stalled inches from subrahmanya's face, trembling violently.
You're feeding it," he said calmly the piston quirker snarled and threw the other arm_same result both piston arms locked mid-swing, pressure vents screaming as systems struggled against a field that refused to escalate.
The student's breathing went ragged causing his anger to spike he felt the air become heavier until eventually his knees buckled
"NO—!" he barked, trying to force one last surge.
The pistons misfired with a sharp KRAK, the safety systems kicked in, venting pressure in a violent hiss Steam exploded outward as he dropped to one knee, arms heavy, useless.
Subrahmanya stepped forward—slowly, deliberately he placed two fingers against the student's chest not a strike but a grounding tap.
"Breathe," Subrahmanya said. "Or you'll hurt yourself"he froze he's anger had nowhere to go. No resistance to punch. No enemy to overpower. Just stillness pressing back, reflecting his own excess at him.
His shoulders sagged and thus he admitted defeat he never stood a chance against him the ace of NGH.
Midoriya on the other hand who had remained hidden throughout the battle was the only one who saw how his quirk was working subrahmanya hadn't moved from his spot not even once just his upper body had moved and his quirk was without a doubt some kind of emitter quirk.
"You're Izuku midoriya correct?" asked Subrahmanya without even looking causing midoriya to become surprised but he decided to answer him.
"Yah, why ask?"
"I've read your profile_ the one available online that is you know what intrigued me on that profile?"
"What? I'm curious too?"
"You're quirkless Izuku midoriya"
"..... What about it?!"
"I hope to see you at the final event it's most probably going to be a 1v1 tournament so don't lose that treasure on me okay"
".... Sure don't you either"
And so the two seperated and went different ways but for the first time in midoriya's life as a student here he was afraid because someone has acknowledged him even with his quirklessness and that was terrifying because his opponent won't underestimate him what so ever.
And so the hunt continues.