OCs Summary list (will be updated every-time a name and/or quirk is added)
(?) Hoseki: General 1-D student. His entire body appears like a diamond.
(?) Ragadi: General 1-D student. Her quirk gives her the appearance of a living rag-doll.
Yuu(s)ei Run!
"START!" Present Mic's voice reverberated as loud sirens rang.
Nothing less than about two hundred students immediately got on their toes and ran under the gate that appeared too narrow to fit all of them through – The first filter.
Hitoshi squared his shoulders to protect himself but was knocked out of balance as students behind him pushed, or were pushed, along as they hurried to exit the stadium. He lost everyone in 1-C amidst the frenzy and thought it best to not worry about them at the moment. He's got full faith in them, and he's currently got his hands full.
He needed to get out of this.
People cried as they were squished, decked, stepped, or were trampled on around him. No one still quite got their bearings back enough to calmly think of a solution out of this mess. Everyone merely pushed along and dragged Hitoshi with them, much to his dismay.
Hitoshi looked around, assessing his surroundings. If he can't fight against them, nor run past them, he needed to be control of someone who can.
The temperature inside the narrow tunnel heading out into the obstacle track suddenly dropped. A small cloud formed ahead of Hitoshi's breath alarming him of the danger that crept up front. Thick sheets of ice spread all over the floor, trapping dozens of students in their haste.
Hitoshi quickly turned to two students running ahead and yelled. "Watch out!"
They jumped over the sheet of ice on cue, before turning to Hitoshi to throw him a quick thanks. Hitoshi activated his quirk and climbed over them. "Move."
As he settled above them, the two students stumbled against his own weight. His control over them wavered for a moment, before Hitoshi grit through his teeth to keep it steady. His had to double his concentration when the continued pushing of the crowd, threatened to wake his captives from his hold. Nevertheless, he persevered and regained control.
"I ain't letting you get away that easy half n' half!" a familiar loud, and brash confident voice sounded within the tunnel as an ash-blonde haired student jumped and blast his way through the competition.
Bakugou flipped around in midair, and set off a large explosion. The shockwave sent most students cowering in fear to avoid the burning embers of his blast.
Hitoshi caught sight of Yaoyorozu flinging herself above the crowd with a metal pole erupting through an open palm. The other hero students also caught on their classmate's plight and took higher round to get past everyone.
"That guy's pretty handy with his quirk…" Hitoshi found himself mumbling in awe at another student with a bird head, use his quirk to vault from one wall to another. Oddly enough, it heavily reminded him of Akusa's quirk.
A glitter like beam of blue and yellow light sparked a few meters above Hitoshi's height which prompted him to look. A figure with blond almost sparkling hair wearing a metallic belt around his waist suddenly shot past him. Hitoshi fell back as the other boy shot past his direction, which prompted him to drop control of the two students beneath him. The bright student left behind a faint shimmer of yellow light behind him, and suddenly, Fumei emerged from all the way behind the tunnel.
He blonde grasps the last remaining light particles and holds them in place as scattered plates of bluish-yellow light.
Fumei bounced over them, running and sliding over the sheets until he vaulted over Hitoshi and grinned. An unsaid challenge left hanging in between them and Hitoshi clicked his tongue. There was no way he's going to get left behind.
Hitoshi picked himself up and completely ignored the confusion etched in the faces of the two students he roped into carrying him halfway across the tunnel.
Not far behind, Akusa noted the crowd growing thinner by his end. He wasn't progressing as fast as he wanted, and it also didn't help his ego that Fumei had somehow gotten lucky and hitched himself a ride. "Unacceptable," he scolded himself and grasped at shadows in front of everyone and pulled.
A dark sheet of shadow rose from the floor and crashed down on the leading contenders. He trapped them under black heavy sheets of sticky, almost murky shadow.
Hitoshi managed to avoid it by diving out of the way and pressing himself closely to the wall. He watched as the shadows slowly disappeared back into the floor wherein the only evidence left of an attack was the cloaks that kept people trapped under its embrace.
Akusa leapt into the air, propelled by bands of shadow beneath him, then jumped over heads of other students; who all shouted indignantly at his rudeness.
Nagai escaped the trapping technique by sticking his tongue above the ceiling and maneuvering himself away from the shadow. He looked backed at Akusa who was gaining speed and snapped a finger of attention at Hadesu who was trying to burn through both sheet of ice and shadow that now trapped him in place.
"Be'fhind yu, Hade'thu!"
Hadesu turned his attention at Akusa, then back at Nagai, who was still dangling overhead and frowned in understanding. He made a crowning motion over his head, then concentrated on making the fire burn brighter than normal. The orange hue burst into a deadly blue, and with a forceful shout, Hadesu threw a pillar of fire towards Akusa.
Akusa anticipated the attack and dodges left. A couple of students cry out at the fire that suddenly blows past them and instantly backs away.
Akusa dropped to the ground and glared at Hadesu, who fought back a shudder. He races toward the pyro head and knocks him over by the head. Hadesu drops to the ground as the silver haired student threw a hardened blade of shadow towards Nagai.
Nagai fell in a squat beside Hadesu to avoid getting impaled, and cursed.
"I told you we shouldn't have tried to sabotage him," Hadesu told him accusingly.
Nagai clicked his tongue. "Oh, shut u – Hey!" a small grey colored pup hopped over his jet black hair, and barked mockingly. "Okami!"
"NOT THE TIME TO BE SLOWING DOWN PEOPLE!" Okami cheered as she transformed back into her bipedal form with perfect mastery.
Hitoshi didn't need to be told twice and ran for it. He skipped over the outstretched hands of students begging for rescue, and desperately ignored the call at the back of his head telling him to go back for them.
Akusa's quirk shouldn't last that long, he reasoned with himself.
When Hitoshi finally reached the field, he was caught dead on his tracks when a huge chunk of metal fell a few feet away from where he emerged. He took in the dangerous war zone of students eagerly fighting off the villain robots from the hero practical.
It wasn't just any lower pointer villain robots blocking their path either, it was the zero-pointers. Dozens of them.
"What the hell…" he mumbled in disbelief as he watched students collectively try their luck demolishing the enormous obstacle, while others defended themselves from the smaller automatons.
"Too many!"
"There's no way past them!"
Hitoshi looked around and noted that there are indeed too many to fend off. He wondered how the hero class moved past them. This is not just any obstacle race, it's a battle of smarts as well. He had to choose his battles wisely. Obviously, this isn't one of them.
"THE CURRENT LEADERS OF THE PACK ARE OVERWHLEMINGLY FROM CLASS A!" Present Mic's voice alerted Hitoshi of just how far behind he is.
A loud BOOM took down a zero pointer from Hitoshi's right, which sent people fumbling out of the robot's fall. He spotted Yaoyorozu again with her sports jacket zipped open to reveal a medium sized canon beside her.
"Piece of cake!" she confidently said.
Hitoshi sneered. Of course, it'd be easy for the hero course to move past this test with their quirks.
"A path's opened up!" shouted another student as he led the charge forward.
The defeat of the large robot spurred the smaller robots to pile around the opportunistic students. They huddled around in terror, putting on brave faces to fight against them. That was until the robots all appeared to short circuit at once and exploded in quick succession of the others.
A zero pointer suddenly lost its footing and fell without warning on a small group of smaller robot, which instantly blew up upon contact. A powerful impact wave sent Hitoshi down to the floor, clutching unto dear life as the dust cloud settled around him. He saw multiple people trapped underneath metal plates, all screaming for help, but didn't seem all that injured under the rubble.
"HO, HO?!" Present Mic laughed in intrigue. "LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE IS TAKING OUT ALL THE ROBOT'S BACK THERE WITHOUT BREAKING A SWEAT, ERASERHEAD. WHO COULD IT BE?! ANOTHER STUDENT OF YOURS?"
Eraserhead mumbled something indecipherable behind the bandages around his face, and was left ignored by Present Mic as he leaned closer into his mic and said, "There's someone coming out of the rubble…WHO COULD IT BE?!"
Nusumi came twirling out from the commotion with her arms and hands triumphantly raised above her.
The stadium watched in horror as every step she took caused someone's quirk to backfire or resulted in another robot mysteriously malfunctioning, which caused more harm unto others than herself.
Hitoshi kept his head low and trailed around Nusumi and her quirk's violent tendencies. He isn't sure how much control she decided to keep on it, but he'd rather not stick long enough to find out.
From behind the purple haired loose cannon, emerged Tenmei and Makito hauling behind Kimura whose face have turned yellow from his quirk. A number of students dropped, twitching, behind them as they were left paralyzed in awkward positions on the ground.
"Look out!" someone shouted, and Hitoshi stumbled back as a large metal foot almost crushed him under its weight. He growled at the robot and tried to find a way around it.
His thoughts were cut short when a tall, perpendicular, blade of light, skidded through the ground, leaving a large mark on it, cut through the obstacle through.
Fumei appeared high up in the sky, still sporting that bright grin on his face. He crouched on top of the sparking robot and bolted right back up in the air. He crossed his hands together, then flicked his wrists to send out multiple thin blades to cut through falling debris.
Never accuse him of learning from his past, apathetic mistakes.
The smaller chunks fell to ground, missing other contenders that were simply running to catch up with the leading students.
"WHOA! ANOTHER SURPRISE STUDENT?!" Present Mic shouted enthusiastically, almost standing from his seat and falling over the announcer stand. "HE CUT THAT ZERO POINTER CLEAN THROUGH!"
"A lot of talents showing off," Eraserhead added. "But this is just the first obstacle. They should know better not to waste time with them."
"YOU HEARD IT FOLKS. BETTER GET MOVING, OR ELSE THE HERO CLASS WILL SWEEP THIS STAGE BEFORE ANYONE OF YOU CAN SAY PLUS ULTRAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Hitoshi heaved and forced himself to climb the ungodly amount of stairs before him. Their number had greatly decreased from the beginning, which meant even fewer competition, but Hitoshi wasn't going to let himself rest. People were still fighting for the top. Although Hitoshi already knew that it was impossible for him to steal that from Bakugou or Todoroki, he'll be damned if he didn't give it his all.
"THE FIRST BARRIER WAS A PIECE OF CAKE?!" Present Mic sneered. "HOW ABOUT THE SECOND! FALL AND YOU'RE OUT! YOU GOTTA CRAWL ACROSS IF YOU WANNA MAKE IT! THIS IS –" A deep canyon with multiple, evenly spaced pillars stared back at them, "– THE FALL!"
Hitoshi gauged the avenues he can go through in this next obstacle. The only option available for them to safely traverse the cliff are multiple thick, sturdy looking ropes connecting each stage with one another. Hitoshi looked around. This area requires haste; but it also begs for careful thought.
Hitoshi walked over the edge and estimated the fall height. He kicked a small pebble down the darkness, and couldn't hear it make context. He frowned in understanding. If one were to drop into the chasm, it'll be game. He can't afford that to happen to him.
Everyone else seemed to realize this, and was left in a standstill.
"IT WOULD SEEM OUr NEXT OBSTACLE HAS CAUGHT EVERYONE IN THEIR TRACKS! WHATEVER WILL THEY DO TO GET PAST THIS DAUNTING CHALLENGE?"
"Hee hee hee…" a girl with pink hair chuckled ominously from behind Hitoshi. Her goggled eyes gleamed as she stepped forward. "Here we go. My chance to make a splash!"
"Time for my support items to get the spotlight!" she breathed heavily in eager excitement. Hitoshi noted the multiple contraptions strapped around her body and wondered – a support student?
"Wait!" shouted a pink haired, alien like girl with black sclera for eyes. "She's allowed to have those things?!"
"You guys in the hero course also have practical battle training right?" she asked with an unreadable expression on her face. "In the interest of fairness, as long as they're items and costumes we developed ourselves. Using equipment is just fine. For us support students... This is the greatest opportunity to show off our inventiveness and craftsmanship to the industry." She laughed manically and prepped her gear to do all the talking for her.
"Eyes on me all you corporations out there! Check out my adorable…" She screamed as she zipped through the air and unto the next pillar. "BABIES!"
"Cool…" Hitoshi leered almost enviously. He should probably have considered Sensei's notes on equipment more seriously if he'd known that they were allowed in the festival.
"That's not fair!" shouted someone. "The heroes trained for this and the supports have equipment! THE STATISTICAL CHACES OF US WINNING IS ZERO!"
"The truth is, we've got all typed trying to make it big here today, Eraserhead," Present Mic commentated from their high box. "Everyone's got a moment to shine! But only 46 students are going to move on to the next event!"
"NEVERTHELESS, WAY AHEAD OF THE OTHERS, THE LEADERS OF THE PACK REMAIN UNDAUNTED!" shouted Present Mic, as Todoroki cleared the second obstacle without breaking a sweat.
High above the rest, Fumei once again declared his presence by avoiding the fall altogether and running across a smooth, undeterred surface of light he'd created. Others caught on his effortless approach and tried to take advantage of it.
When the blonde felt the excess weight forming on his constructs he dispersed the light he'd been trapping in a blinding flash of white. Students that were climbing his slope dropped to their loss in a heartbeat; their screams disappearing in the abyss. A few others, clinging unto the ropes to cross the chasm were blinded by the sudden burst of light, and reacted too animatedly that sent them careening down to their defeat as well.
Fumei's hasty decision was met with angry outcry from the surviving few, but he didn't seem all bothered by it. He raised a hand to break Todoroki's momentum as he slid down the ropes with ice forming beneath the latter's feet.
"AH! There's that general student again. What silent ruthlessness to – what?" Present Mic paused as he was handed something from within the booth. "NATSUAKI FUMEI FROM 1-C IS MOVING UP CLOSE SECOND TO TODOROKI! WILL HE BE ABLE TO OUTRUN THE ENTIRE HERO CLASS AND CLAIM FIRST PLACE?!"
"Not so fast, sunshine!" Bakugou's voice came barreling after Fumei, who only had a second to register his presence, before the blonde blasted through his path.
Fumei dropped in a loud thud on level ground. Hitoshi inched himself closer to the edge, worry etched on his face as he waited for Fumei to move.
"Oh hey! You're still in the game," Tatsumaki's said in surprise.
Hitoshi shook off his concern for Fumei and turned to raise a curious brow at his peer. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"Dunno," Tatsumaki heaved. "That robot obstacle was rough. Can't say I'm not surprised you're here though."
"Shouldn't you be going?"
"Right," the green haired jumped and retreated. "Fumei's already leagues ahead of us, he's even got a shout out from Present Mic. So much for getting us recognized am I right?"
"Well, here goes nothing. Look at me Yuuei!" Tatsumaki bolted to a run, the gentle air around him picking up in speed as he bolted in a run. The harsh winds knocked a couple of students off their feet, and Hitoshi braced himself.
The green haired teen flipped on his weight and strong gusts of wind formed around him to form a cyclone he had little control over. People were sent flying all over, while a few held unto the ropes for dear life as Tatsumaki flew by.
Hitoshi almost felt hopeful for Tatsumaki's plight as his last resort seemed to throw him towards the opposing chasm. That was until the winds lost its thrust and left Tatsumaki careening down the other side of the obstacle, face first, unconscious.
"At least he got to the other side."
"Ah… Hatsume-san's already in the next obstacle…" a meek voice mumbled beside Hitoshi.
Curious, Hitoshi glanced down and saw a petit male with fluffy white hair and glasses, carrying a rather large backpack fiddle nervously with his gloved hands. "Oh gosh… what was I doing again…?" he wondered out loud and looked around at lost for words.
Hitoshi looked down at the boy's oversized pair of shoes and went off on a gut feeling. The shoes didn't look like standard running shoes, and the last time he saw shoes that weren't normal, they stuck unto the wall like it had adhesive on it. "Are you from the support course?" he asked with a soft endearing smile.
The boy looked up at him. He moved back shyly, and nodded. "Y-yes. I am."
"Oh? That's great. Me too."
"Eh?" the boy blinked. "I- I don't think I recognize you thou –"
"Give me your shoes."
The boy fell into silent obedience upon his word. He took off his shoes and offered it up to Hitoshi, who inspected the pair of sneakers. It had some deflated bubble like material at the bottom, which he supposed should blow up if he touched or opened something… It was also a tad small for his foot size.
"Shit," he cursed, unable to figure out the support item as fast as he thought he could. He turned back on the still unresponsive kid, and released his hold on him.
"This is a really neat shoe," he started nonchalantly. "Mind telling me how to use it?"
The boy stared wildly at the pair of shoes on Hitoshi's hand. "Those are mine…?"
"Yeah, you gave them to me. I'm wondering how you use them."
"I don't… remember giving them to you though…"
Hitoshi sighed. "Just tell me how you use them so we can both go ahead of the race."
"Ah! Right," the boy naively believed him. Hitoshi almost felt sorry. "Well you don't really do anything. You just jump and let the air build up from under the soles. It's supposed to cushion your fall and send you back up in the air."
"Sounds easy enough," Hitoshi said as he wore the shoes over his trainers.
"I kind of… need it back though," the boy pleaded.
"You're support aren't you?"
"Ye-yeah? Aren't you?"
Hitoshi clasped the boots shut the best he can around his feet and nodded gratefully at the kid. "Then you'll be fine."
Before the kid can protest to anything he just said, Hitoshi sprints to a run and kicks off. The boots send him higher up into the air than he's ever able to. He tried to keep his cool as he descended and felt solid ground beneath him, before the boots pushed him right back up. Hitoshi fumbles as he hops from one platform to another, but soon got the hang of it.
Hitoshi felt a grin slither unto his face as he felt the air graze past his face and hair, feeling as though he had very little think about and care in the world. He liked this feeling.
"THIS MINEFIELD! IT'S A DEADLY AFGHAN CARPET!" Present Mic's voice echoed, and thus informed the rest of the student lagging behind that someone had already reached the final stage.
Hitoshi pushed himself lower unto the ground and jumped. He soared higher than ever before, then landed across the pillar where Fumei was slowly regaining consciousness. With one last push, Hitoshi felt one of the boots bubble pop from underneath the pressure and careened off uncontrollably towards the last bout of the chasm.
He managed to catch a rope as he lost altitude and painstakingly hauled himself over it. He dragged himself across the rope and unto safe ground before taking off the broken support boots. Fumei slid down right next to him, his typically clean and well-kept blonde hair now filled with soot and sticking out it random directions.
The blonde offered him a hand to stand and Hitoshi took it without hesitation.
"Nice boots," the blonde jeered.
"They're for lease," he joked as he dusted himself off.
Fumei chuckled and jogged alongside him towards the last hurdle, a truce seemingly left unsaid between them as they checked the minefield. Hitoshi grimaced as he concluded that this last hurdle was a warzone he almost did not want to cross.
Explosions and screams echoed all around as the remaining contenders of the race carefully traversed the field, but failed.
Hitoshi saw no other option across it than to run through the field…. Unless – he glanced over at Fumei who experimentally struck a blade through the field.
It exploded underneath another student and sent them backward, which set off a domino effect of explosions that sent back a couple of students back to the starting line. The force wasn't deadly, but it was enough to send someone unconscious.
With Fumei's quirk, Hitoshi can almost taste the finish line. He looked at the holographic jumbo Tron overlooking the field and noted that no one has yet to place in first. It means he's close to finishing in the first 46.
A familiar mop of green hair heaved for air beside them as he too looked over the next hurdle before him. Weirdly enough, he held unto a huge piece of metal over his shoulder.
"Izuku Midoriya… Fumei mumbled, his thoughts unreadable.
Hitoshi regarded the smaller male again and recalled the blonde's warning – Izuku Midoriya…enhanced strength and speed that's oddly similar to All Might.
Midoriya ignored his surroundings as he assessed the minefield; and was suddenly mumbling loudly to himself. He was talking – thinking too fast – about a way around the mines. A way to get ahead without suffering the drawbacks of his quirk.
Hitoshi watched curiously as Midoriya excavated about ten, maybe more explosives from the ground. He lumped them all together, then angled the metal plate he was holding above them. Midoriya experimentally lowered the plate down at the small hill, before nodding to himself.
Hitoshi's eyes widened in understanding as Midoriya slammed the plate over the explosives. He grabbed Fumei and shielded him from the deafening discharge of Midoriya's plan.
"BAKUGOU AND TODOROKI ARE IN THE LEAD! THEY'RE ABOUT CROSS THE FINISH LINE!" Present Mic screamed into the mic, sending everyone in a frenzy; even more so when Midoriya appeared to match their pace. "AND CLASS A'S MIDORIYA RIDES THE WAVE IN HOT PURSUIT OR SOMETHING!" "HE'S PASSED THEM!"
Hitoshi clicked his tongue, jealously giving way to desperation and bitter resentment at his own inability to do anything as bold as that. He's already moved past this insecurity; or at least that's what he wants to believe. Yet here he is, just meters away from victory and he still feels like he lost because someone with a better, more powerful quirk, didn't even dare use his own. Despite that, said hero student still managed to get himself through the top 10.
Who the hell does Midoriya think he is –?
"Uh… Shinsou…?" Fumei's voice brought him back to reality. "Could you uh… maybe move? Please?"
Hitoshi looked down at Fumei, who was squirming uncomfortable beneath him with a soft blush on his darkened skin. He didn't even realize they dropped in compromising position. Hitoshi thought nothing of it, but Fumei seemed too distraught about it to actually do something.
Hitoshi saved him the embarrassment and stepped off.
Another loud explosion erupted through the stadium again and the crowd roaring in cheer made it hard to decipher who won first place. Hitoshi couldn't care less at the moment. He just wants to finish it. Ranking be damned, he just has to stay afloat long enough to get his chance.
"Sorry about this," he said sullenly.
"Sorry –" Fumei's eyes glazed over before he could finish.
"Make a path."
Fumei raised a hand in front of Hitoshi and formed single platform low enough for him to jump unto. Hitoshi stepped on it, fully expecting Fumei to just create a walkway for him. Instead the blonde clapped his palms together then swiped one hand forward.
A surprised yell escaped Hitoshi's throat when the plate suddenly thrust forward with speed he was not expecting Fumei to be capable of doing. He fell to his knees and clung unto the edge of the plate as he crashed through other students.
He was thrown off the plate of ice when an explosion broke through it, and left him rolling on the sheet of ice Todoroki created in his pursuit of Midoriya. He growled frustratingly and caught up with the other students making good use of Todoroki's desperate mistake.
"RACERS CROSS THE FINISH LINE ONE AFTER THE OTHER!" Present Mic roared as Hitoshi crossed the finish line with two or three hero student's close behind him. "WE'LL GO OVER THE STANDINGS LATER SO CATCH YOUR BREATH FOR NOW."
Hitoshi watched as Fumei enter the stadium with a crossed look on his face. His uniform's left sleeve appeared singed but was left generally unscathed.
Not long after Fumei sealed his slot, Akusa stomped back into the field with a hand over his face. He'd lost his medical mask somewhere along the race and was desperately trying to hide his scars. Hitoshi noted more cuts around his cheeks aside from the huge scar everyone was familiar with.
"No one else made it," Hitoshi said as looked around the new race finishers and failed to see anyone else from their class. None from the hero candidates at least. He didn't think he'd be this disappointed over beating them.
"Look again hero kid," Akusa said as he fished out a new medical mask from his pockets. He pointed over to a bunch of hero students trying to calm down an overly excited Nusumi. "She's shaping up to be more competent than I thought."
Hitoshi smiled, a little conflicted with that knowledge. Nusumi deserved to be one of the first finishers with the rest, but the possibilities of having to fight against her in the next round may prove problematic. He glanced over to Fumei and Akusa, who decided to stay far apart from each other as they waited for the race rankings, and cursed.
He'd have to beat the both of them too.
"So it's finally over," Midnight announced. "Let's check the results!"
Midoriya dominated first place by a complete surprise; followed by Todoroki and Bakugou in second and third. Placing after them were interchanging students from both hero classes of A and B. Nusumi makes a lucky finish at twenty three, much to the hero student's, and the audience's confusion. She appeared out of nowhere.
Hitoshi found himself four places down her at twenty eight. It wasn't a winning record, but he's more than satisfied with it. Fumei finished at thirty two, with Akusa following closely behind at thirty four. At the bottom rank is another surprise contender from the support class; a tall black haired boy with a mole under his right eye.
Hitoshi watched as the remaining students fumbled and dragged their worn out bodies back into the stadium. Some cried with tears of joy, while others passed out right there and then. Katagiri dropped to her knees when she reached the finish and absentmindedly searched for stability on Kamimura who was busy trying to detangle dirt from her golden locks.
Koharu was the only other hero candidate in their class to walk past the finish line. His hands and feet had lost their initial blue tint. Kureito carefully spotted after the dazed brunette, looking unscathed by the horrors of the race.
"What happened to him?" Fumei asked.
"Oh you know," Kureito said as though it was obvious. "Pushed himself past his limit so he's sort of out of it right now. You would've been proud though."
Fumei regarded Koharu for a moment and snapped his fingers over his face. Koharu didn't respond right away and instead just giggled. "We should probably get him to Recovery Girl."
Kureito shuddered. "I'm not ready to be told off, are you?" Koharu remained silent. "Me too buddy. Alright, I'm on nurse duty again. Good luck you two."
Hitoshi watched with a pang of regret at the back of his mind. He's never gotten this far before, and while he knows his wit and perseverance had gotten him on this stage, the others also deserved just as much. Still, fate decided that it wasn't yet their time. He curled his fists. Life can be pretty cruel when it wants too.
"Hey, lighten up," Fumei slapped his arm lightly. "It looks kind of sad right now, but it'll get better. They'll get better. Right now, you focus on getting yourself up there."
"And what about you," Hitoshi asked. "I thought you didn't want to be a hero."
"What can I say?" the blonde shrugged. "I hate losing more."
"Only the top forty six from this qualifying round are allowed to move on!" Midnight explained as the digital screen behind her hummed to life once again. "But don't worry, those who placed lower will have another way to show your stuff. From here on out, the main selection begins!"
Hitoshi frowned. This was it.
"The press is going to be jumping out of their seats, so give it all you've got! Without further ado, the second event is –" Suspense hung in the air as the screen once again rolled to show a seemingly random stage. It beeped, and with a sly smile on her face, Midnight waved at the screen. "Behold! A human cavalry battle!"
"A cavalry battle?"
"Teaming up with others huh?" Fumei hummed silently.
"The rules are fundamentally the same as any cavalry battle. You will group yourselves into groups of 2 to 4 members and snag your opponents headbands while guarding your own. Simple right? However, this battle has one exception," Midnight explained. "Each of you had been assigned a point based on your performance."
"So the point of each team depends on its members!" shouted someone from the remaining crowd.
Midnight cracked her whipped, annoyed, as her explanation was abruptly halted. "I'm about to explain, so just shut up already!" She inhaled to relax herself, then resumed her charming sense of self. "Your individual points start at five at the bottom, so the student who ranked forty-fifth gets 10 points, and so on all the way up to our first place who is worth 10 million points!"
All eyes instantly snapped to Midoriya, who shuddered at the unwanted attention.
"The higher ranked students are the ones to aim for!" Midnight announced. "This is a chance to place higher and defeat those leading this festival. Welcome to a battle for survival!"
A/N: The festival continues with only 4 of our general students left. I would've posted this sooner but someone forgot to return the flashdrive I had this on, and so here we are. This chapter was so fun to write simply because it's so adrenaline pumping. Gosh, I love action chapters. Next chapter is the cavalry battle - who ever could Hitoshi be teaming up with? Who would Akusa, Fumei and Nusumi team up with? Together as a unit, maybe? Place in your bets everyone. This is going to be one hell of a battle royale.
Tatsumaki gets healed by his crush: ? (We're not sure if she even bothered after seeing him unconscious in that chasm)
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