Whew! This sure was a long chapter to write I'm gonna give y'all a heads-up, I SUCK AT FIGHTING SCENES. Like honestly I think up and imagine these intricate and well played out battles in my head and when I put them into writing, they just suck balls I Hope that you can put up with me until I hopefully get better at this over time
Any who, enjoy the chapter!
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With the recreational games coming to an end, it was finally time for the one-on-one tournaments to begin.
"Hey guys, are you ready?! A lot's happened, but it's now come to this! A serious battle! You can only depend on yourself! Even if you're not a hero,you'll face lots of situations like that? You get it, right? Heart, skill, body, wisdom, and knowledge! Use all of that to rush up!" Present Mic hyped everyone up for the first battle, whilst Akano made her way to the bleachers amongst the crowds to sit with her classmates and watch the first few matches before it was her turn. She'd passed a number of recognizable Pro heroes that appear on TV who were sitting, discussing the battles that they were looking forward to as she walked to the front row of the bleachers.
"Oh, Akano-san!"
Once she reached her destination, a number of her classmates immediately turned her way and began to congratulate her on making it this far.
"Great work! You were amazing out there!"
"You and Shinso-kun are like the stars of our class, it's really great!"
With a courteous nod, Yumi humbly thanked the boys and girls of class C. "Thanks..." She sat down next to a brunette girl, her last name was Sanada, she believed.
Cemenotoss was down in the field, getting the tournament stage ready with his cement Quirk while everyone was waiting in anticipation.
"Audience! The finals that you've allbeen waiting for are finally starting!" Present Mic said, still full of energy, and everyone answered back with their loud cheers and chants.
"The first match is with Shinso-kun." Sanada said to no one in particular. She was barely able to contain her antsy excitement. "I'm so pumped!"
"Akano-san, who do you want to win?" She asked, turning to the solemnly quiet Yumi. However, the boy sitting beside Sanada immediately interjected. "Idiot! Of course she'll be rooting for Shinso."
"No, I just thought that since his opponent used to be Akano-san's teammate in the cavalry battle..." The long haired brunette retorted with a rational comeback.
Meanwhile, the redhead mulled over her question, thinking of the answer to herself. It would make sense if she were to favor Shinso for the win, since he was her classmate and friend -even if he wouldn't openly admit it. He had a lot riding up on this event, his determination and focus for the past two weeks was solely directed towards making his transfer a possibility. He showed more tenacity more than anyone -or rather, she could think of someone who was as equally determined to prove his worth that she'd met earlier... It was none other than Midoriya Izuku. During the cavalry battle, he, along with Ochako, was actually one of the reasons she decided to man up and use her telekinesis; his display of courage and resolve as he used his Quirk -which he had explained that he couldn't fully control- had inspired her to do the same.
So at the moment, she couldn't actually decide who was more worthy to win this match.
Akano remembered when the bracket for the one-one-one battles was decided and got displayed on the large screen hung high up on the stadium. At the beginning, her mind had been bustling with...someone else's issues, she hadn't even paid enough attention to check who she would be up against.
"So you're up against the guy with the bellybutton beam?" Shinso asked her, appearing beside her. She would've giggled at his oversimplification of the blonde boy's Quirk if her head hadn't been so hazy. "He was on my team." The indigo haired teen added, shoving his hand inside his pocket.
Akano frowned, realizing how out of it she had been. "I guess?" Then, she directed her gaze to the screen, reluctantly reading the name 'Aoyama Yuuga'."So you're giving me intel on your former teammate?" She asked, perking up a shapely brow at him.Hitoshi shrugged. "I don't really have any, they just hoisted me around while I stole other teams' points." He honestly admitted, glancing away from her, his eyes locking on the green haired soon-to-be opponent of his, who was standing not too far away from them. The moment he had found out he was going up against him, Shinso had clenched his fist in both anticipation and something else. He didn't look like much, but the guy did come in first place in the obstacle race."What about you?" He asked Yumi, wondering if she could do him a favor and tell him anything she knew about Midoriya, since he was also her former cavalry battle teammate.'He's up against Midoriya... Is he nervous?'She felt her lips press lightly together as she watched his rigid form. He had told her of her opponent's Quirk, so she returned the favor."Incredible power that destroys itself. That's all I know."Shinso swallowed thickly, wrapping himself in a facade of composed confidence. "It's okay, it's not like he'll have a chance to retaliate." He said in reply.'I'll get him before we even begin.'Hearing his thoughts, Yumi gave him a definitive nod. "Good luck.""Mm."
"I'm rooting for the one that does their best." Yumi replied to Sanada's previous question. For now, she was all for being objective and non-biased during this situation, a trait that she liked to think she always carried. Her classmates in the vicinity dedicated her awes of admiration at her rather mature answer before turning their gazes back to the event.
The two contestants made their appearances as they walked up towards the tournament's stage, the cameras focusing on each of them as their introductions began.
"Even though he's done well, what's with that face? From the hero course, it's Izuku Midoriya! Versus--"
While Midoriya seemed to look like a nervous wreck, Shinso was oddly composed, holding a stoic expression as he sauntered up the small set of stairs of the stage. Based on their demeanors, if it weren't for Present Mic's intros, people would've mistaken the latter for a Heroics student, and Midoriya, a general ed one.
"Sorry, he hasn't done anything to stand out yet! From general studies, it's Hitoshi Shinso!"
One of of Shinso's classmates quirked a brow up at the Voice hero's obviously biased commentary. "Class A really do get everything and everyone in their favor, huh?" His bitter comment was making the rest of his class to agree, but falling on deaf ears in Yumi's case.
She intently watched the two, her ears also focusing on the set of regulations the voice hero began laying out for the tournament. Her match against Aoyama would be the third, so she needed to know what would and wouldn't be allowed during the battle in preparation.
"The rules are simple. Force your opponent out of bounds, or immobilize them! You can also win by making your opponent say, 'I give up!' Bring on the injuries! Because we've got our very own Recovery Girl waiting on standby! Put your morals and ethics aside for a moment! But of course, anything life-threatening is crap! It's not allowed! Heroes should only use their fists to catch villains!"
Briskly brushing back a strand of her candy apple colored hair, Akano closely looked between Shinso and Midoriya, the taller of the two already starting a conversation to coerce the other into falling for his trap. Since they were all the way down, nobody could actually make out what he was saying, but it was definitely something that seemed to upset Izuku, proven by his scrunched up, almost enraged face.
Akano wasn't sure if Midoriya would fall for trick, because most likely one of his classmates had warned him and given him a heads-up, like with her and Shinso. But she found out how mistaken she was once the referee shouted the word, "Start!" and Midoriya shouted out a response.
"Hey, hey, what's the matter? It's the important first match! Liven things up! Midoriya! The match just started... and he's completely frozen?! He's got a blank look on his face and isn't moving a muscle!"
True to Present Mic's incredulous words, Midoriya was stuck in place, his eyes dull and lifeless as they gazed at nothing. The similarity of his vacant form to Ojiro and Aoyama's from earlier that Akano noted elicited a shiver that ran up her spine. And she deduced that she still had a problem with the concept of one losing control over their own bodies.
"Is this Shinso's Quirk?! He didn't stand out at all, but could he actually be someone amazing?"
The crowds began muttering in awe from around the redhead, and she, herself, was in the edge of her seat, watching Midoriya roughly turning around, taking rigid footsteps. His legs were shaking as he began to walk to towards the end of the stage, the trembling of his form a living proof of his inner battle against his own body.
"Midoriya's being so obedient!"
Akano bit her lower lip, while she'd still been a tad bit uncomfortable with the whole brainwashing thing, she couldn't help but be impressed at Shinso's power. As he stood there, calmly commanding his opponent to peacefully forfeit, to walk away, he sort of reminded her of the composed and serene Charles Xavier.
With Midoriya being so close to getting out of bounds, it had seemed that this would be Shinso's win, and relief began coursing through him. However, it didn't last long when at the last second, a big gust of wind generated from Midoriya that knocked him back to his senses.
"Th-This is...! Midoriya's stopped!"
The green haired boy stopped in his tracks before he lost the match, taking long gasps of air at the close call.
"What did you do?!"
Shinso shouted loud enough for people in the front row of the bleachers to hear, including Akano. The redhead was quite intrigued by the revelation, her eyes widening as she inspected Midoriya who had overcome Shinso's control. Her classmate hadn't really gotten into detail of how his Quirk really works, only briefly mentioning that it activated when people answered him. She didn't know there was a way out. But with the sight of Izuku's broken fingers that were zoomed over by the cameras on the big screen, she came to a realization.
'Did he remove the brainwashingby making his fingers explode? Is that what deactivates it?'
Shinso just stood there, trying to elicit another response from Midoriya, but it wasn't working, and the green haired boy was speedily advancing towards him to push him out of bounds instead.
It all happened in a flash; as Midoriya kept on on shoving Shinso, the latter retaliated trying to push him out instead, but the green haired boy emerged victorious when he grabbed Shinso by the collar and flipped his entire body in the air, dropping him on the ground.
The crowds grew silent, some were in shock and others, like the class C students just plain disappointed at the outcome. Akano frowned deeply, seeing her friend lying defeatedly on the ground, his legs sprawled on the outer boundaries of the stage.
"Shinso is out of bounds! Midoriya advances to round two! In the finals, the first person to advance to the second round is Izuku Midoriya from Class A!"
Clenching her fists by her side, Yumi got up to her feet without her classmates noticing, since they were still too engrossed with outcome of the fight. The redhead couldn't help but let her eyes wander to Midoriya, who in spite of winning, looked grim, holding his bruised finger. 'Turning the tables at the last moment... That sounds like something he'd do.' She smiled faintly, recalling Midoriya's tenacious attempts at victory when they were all struggling to win their points back during the cavalry battle. He really was impressive, using the minimum amount of his Quirk, only to snap himself out of Shinso's hold on him, and not even employing it during his brawl with Shinso, because he knew he wouldn't be able to control it, with it ending up backfiring on both him and his opponent. So he settled for the harder -yet safer- option of going in headfirst, and attacking without his Quirk. She couldn't help the part of her that pondered whether she should do the same.
'But...' Her raised lips dropped, however, pursing shut when she'd caught the sight of Shinso when he got up, and how dejected he looked. His eyes that were brimming over with loss had been focused at nothing but the cemented ground.
"That was kind of a boring first match, but we should praise them both for a bravely fought match. Clap your hands!" As per Present Mic's request, the people clapped in congratulations, but the sound was rather dull and spaced out.
"Ah! And he was so close!"
Shinso's classmates whined, disappointed that their friend wasn't able to make it to the next round, but still impressed at how he held up against the guy from class A who came in first in the obstacle race.
Sanada smiled nonetheless. "That was a great match, though. Right, Aka-"
"Huh, where'd she go?"
*
Light footsteps echoed throughout the empty hallway of the intricate interior of of the first year stage. Truthfully, Akano could have even gotten lost on her way to the waiting room in preparation for her upcoming battle if it weren't for the strategically laid out maps that were hung up on the grayish walls. On her way, Akano silently lamented on the fight she'd just witnessed and the ones to come.
The second battle was going to be between a boy named Sero Hanta, and... Todoroki Shouto. After her encounter with the dual haired boy, her mind kept wandering off back to him throughout the day.
"I'll make sure to win, without using my damn old man's Quirk... No... I'll reject him completely by winning first place without using it."
She had heard his voiced echo within her mind when she unintentionally delved inside his head. She'd seen a lot of painful memories and thoughts play out in front of her all at once, and Yumi honestly couldn't say she fully understood Todoroki's past. All she could tell at the moment was that he loathed his father, and the power he had passed onto him. He was adamant on not using his left side; refusing and rejecting the fire Quirk he possessed like a body would to a bad organ transplant, which only brought Yumi at a halt when she remembered how he unwillingly ended up using it near the end of the cavalry battle. Was that why he was surprised and distraught afterwards that she ended up easily snatching his headband from him at the time?
It was ironic how she completely overlooked the similarities between the two of them.
Questions remained unanswered for the red haired telepath, and they only kept nagging on her mind. If she was being completely true with herself, this was a fight she knew she didn't want to miss, and she wondered if the waiting room had a TV that displayed the live battles.
Turning the corner to reach her required destination, Akano was taken aback when she saw Shinso standing on the other end of the hallway.
"Hey," She said, confused as to why he was in front of the waiting rooms instead of heading back to the bleachers.
He didn't speak, only releasing a low pitched sound of acknowledgment. The two of them advanced forwards, sauntering as they got closer to each other. The more he got close, the more prominent was the defeated look on his face, and Yumi's heart clenched at the sight of it.
"Otsukare*." Yumi cheered him on, her velvety voice was as soft as a gentle mid-summer breeze. She gave him a smile that he couldn't help but blush in reaction to, despite how anxious he was after losing.
Shinso swallowed thickly, his adam's apple bobbing as he did, the action succeeded in reducing the flow of blood to his cheeks. His eyes then narrowed; to anyone else, they would've been daunting, menacing, threatening, but to her who had gotten to know him better over the past few weeks, she could see right past the playful glare. "Not at all happy to hear that from you." He scoffed without any sincerity to his cold attitude.
"What brings you here?" She asked, tilting her head in question.
"...Just taking a walk." He said, too proud to admit that he'd gotten lost; apparently he was too distracted on his way back that he missed the laid out maps.
A pregnant beat of silence consumed the corridor as the both of them stood in front of each other, but it was broken by Yumi. "It was a close match."
Shinso grinded on his teeth, remembering how frustrating it was to lose to Midoriya, and how overwhelmed he felt at the time. "No, it wasn't."
"Wha-"
"Just as well, don't you lose. Show 'em what we general ed students are made of." He tilted his head to the side and smiled. It was laced with sadness but Akano wasn't deterred.
"I will." She said with a definitive nod. Unconsciously, the Jean incarnate raised her right hand and placed it on Shinso's which was clenched by his side. Her touch was warm and comfortable, and the sudden contact made him flinch.
Shinso didn't know if it was the gentle touch or her voice, but he felt the anxiety leaving him, like poison being drained. He smiled at her, content to just feel her skin for a minute; then she spoke. "You really did well, you should be proud."
Shinso felt his lower lip quiver in response to her words, his eyes welling up with tears that he struggled to hold back, praying that she wouldn't notice.
"Mm..."
*
"We're gonna keep righton going with the third match!" Present Mic announced enthusiastically in attempt to hype everyone up after the climactic and terribly short match that ensued between Todoroki Shouto and Sero Hanta.
With a match following one that included a recommended student who was also the son of the second ranked and had set the bar way too high after his display of his Quirk's upper limit -that was the giant iceberg he froze Sero with- everyone had been sort of desensitized to the upcoming battles, not paying as close attention as they did with Todoroki.
It had taken a while for all the ice to be removed from the stadium, but after it did, the tournament was back on track.
With a collected sigh, Akano walked out of the tunnel and headed towards the center stage. Her face bore a neutral expression as she saw Aoyama walk up from the other side. Her ears quickly picked up on the Voice hero's introductions.
"Even though he's wearing a belt, he won't transform! From the hero course, it's Aoyama Yuuga! Versus--"
The screen above the announcement cube flashed as a snapshot taken from the entrance of the tunnel popped up with the two finalists and their names below, just like the previous contenders. Akano's form displayed no signs of nervousness at the upcoming battle, if anything she looked alarmingly serene, much like her counterpart, Aoyama, who wore an unfaltering closed-lip smile. But her lack of agitation wasn't the only thing the crowd of Pro Heroes and influencers noticed about her appearance.
"So pretty!"
Males and females alike sitting in the bleachers gushed over the yet to be introduced redhead, some even starting to doubt the Nationality of the girl.
"Is she a foreigner? A half?"
A few of the young men were practically slobbering over the underage redhead, without even being ashamed of openly admitting it.
"She's from the general studies and has nothing to show for just yet, but she's one smart cookie! The one who aced U.A.'s tough entrance exam, Akano Yumi!" He finished off their introductions as they walked into the stadium and up the stairs of the tournament ring.
"Suge..." With an elongated "eh" sound, Kirishima Eijirou mumbled to himself, expressing how monumental the girl's academic feats were whilst sitting amongst his fellow classmates in their reserved seating. Though the drooling Mineta sitting behind him was impressed by... other things she possessed.
Sato Rikido turned to look in front of him to Midoriya who had returned from Recovery Girl for his broken finger and joined Uraraka, Iida and the rest in the front row. "By the way, she was on your team, right, Midoriya?"
"Yeah." Izuku gave a definitive nod, his lips lifting at the corners a bit as he recalled how Akano presented him the points that ended up helping them qualify for the final round.
Jiro Kyoka immediately tuned in on the conversation. Ever since the cavalry battle, and the events that transpired when she attempted to attack Midoriya's team with her Earphone Jack, but ended up miserably missing them from her sights, appearing as though they'd vanished into thin air, Jiro couldn't get on with the rest of her day. Hagakure, her previous team leader still wouldn't let her forget it. The dark purple haired girl eventually deduced that it was the Quirk of someone on Midoriya's team, excluding him and Uraraka whose Quirks she was familiar with.
"Heh... What's her quirk then?" She casually asked, raising her brows in curiosity. Since she was sitting in the row before last, she'd raised her voice a few decibels higher than usual, and so the boys and girls sitting beside her were suddenly as interested, turning to Midoriya.
The green haired boy's face brightened as he entered hero-fanboy mode. At the sight, Bakugo clicked his tongue in annoyance and turned away from him, promptly tuning him out. Before he spoke, Izuku tightly held his slightly burnt notebook when his dark green eyes shone with child-like wonder. "Extrasensory perception!"
"What's that exactly?" Jiro asked. A question she came to regret.
"I don't have a lot to go on, since she hadn't fully explained them, so it's kind of a vague terminology that encompasses a wide range of subtypes from Telepathy, Retrocognition, and Telekinesis. I don't know which one. However I noticed that she mainly possesses telepathic abilities with a wide range of applications. You don't often see a lot of Pro heroes with ESP-based Quirks, so I think it's really amazing to witness it in motion!" Midoriya continued on, lost in his speedy mess of words.
'Wow...'
Beads of sweat traveled down Jiro's, Sato's, and pretty much everyone else's faces, their jaws slacking. While Uraraka and Iida just sat there with supportive expressions, allowing him to continue. He really was impressive in his own quirky ways.
"Cool, I guess?" Jiro chuckled, without caring to admit that she didn't understand a single word he said.
Down below, the two opponents stepped onto the tournament ring as the hero continued the countdown energetically.
Yumi remained silent, going over her plan of action for this match over and over in her head. Her translucent green eyes scanning her opponent, plotting every opening he had, not physical, though. Her telepathy already in action the moment she'd stepped into the ring, browsing through the boy's brain, to determine what exactly his Quirk was, and what his weaknesses were. It wasn't technically cheating, since she hadn't made any moves yet, waiting until the referee signaled for them to begin.
As she patiently awaited, Akano observed the petite boy, and she was abruptly drawn to the belt wrapped around his torso. In less than a fraction of a second, her eyes grew wide before quickly returning to normal. She inhaled a shaky breath, realizing how similar this boy was to-
"Bonjour." Aoyama greeted.
"Uh... Hi."
He noticed how intently she'd been staring at him, and how taken aback she was when he called her out on it. He closed his eyes, shaking his head as if this was a usual occurrence. "What's wrong? Are you stunned by how fabulous I am?"
"Ready?" Present Mic began, slower than usual to build up some suspense for a match no one expected much of.
Yumi somberly shook her head, her bright eyes dulling, while her lips contorted into a small smile, although it was obviously sad in nature. "No, that's not it. Your Quirk just... reminds me of someone's."
Alex Summers. The deceased older brother of her also dead boyfriend, Scott Summers.What made Aoyama so similar to Alex was that the latter also used to generate powerful blasts, an ability he had difficulty controlling.Although the energy blast he and his brother emanated from their bodies was slightly different; it acted as waves of energy that heat the air in the path, turning it into plasma in the form of a blast or discharge, with a tell-tale concentric circle pattern. These waves used to emanate from Alex's body in all directions unless he purposefully tried to channel them in a single direction, he usually used to manage to focus his abilities thanks to training and equipment developed by Professor X and Hank McCoy.That piece of equipment looked an awful lot like the blonde's belt...And it wasn't just Alex's mutation that resembled him with the boy standing in front of her; he, too, had long blond hair, and a persistently buoyant cheerful smile notching up his cheeks.Scott idolized him, and he had every right to. Alex was one of the original members of of the X-men. The first class. He was kindhearted, strong-willed, and protective of the people he cared for.Scott was devastated when he lost his brother in an accident, an explosion that leveled the entirety of the mansion. Although no one else was harmed, and they ended up rebuilding the school soon after, Scott was the one who ended up with the short end of the stick, losing the only family he had. And Jean knew what that was like more than anyone else.She kept remembering and reminiscencing for a time that could no longer be brought back. And all at once, the dam she had built around herself was cracked at the heart, drowning her in her pent up feelings.
She wanted to shake her head and move on for the moment. But the collected state of mind she'd worked so hard to maintain to allow herself to fight with her full capabilities was slowly crumbling as she remembered the people of her past, feeling her throat tightening as it did.
Yumi knew for a fact that she wouldn't be able to control her psychokinetic powers at the given moment because they were controlled by her emotions, easily going off balance with the slightest tip of sorrow, grief or anger. And right now, she was feeling nothing but the two former ones.
"I'm sure they're not as dazzling as moi, though." Aoyama boosted, staring dramatically off into the distance.
Swallowing thickly, Yumi didn't waste any time as she drew her hand closer to her temple, resting it against it. Her intentions to use her telekinesis now gone with any real calm shred of her now. Wrapping herself in a facade of cool detachment, she decided resort to a different plan. She was going to knock her opponent unconscious for the quickest way to end the match. That was the plan she first came up with and the one that felt like the safest option after carefully thinking it through.
Without delay, the Voice hero signaled for the start of the tournament. "Start!"
"Aoyama, get her good! Beat her like in those fighting games where their clothes get ripped off!" Mineta cheered for Aoyama for all the wrong reasons, and those in proximity to him scowled at his disgusting perversions.
"What are you, trash?" Jiro frowned.
Meanwhile, from the moment Present Mic announced the beginning of the match, Aoyama brought his arms behind his head, thrusting his hips forward as he aimed a blast from his Navel Laser at what he perceived to be Akano. "The early bird gets the worm!"
The bright, sparkly, beam of energy shot from the blonde's belt and traveled speedily, but instead struck into thin air.
Yumi coolly looked to her left to where the laser was shot feet away from her, knowing the illusion of where she was standing she'd casted on Aoyama had worked. She kept her hold on his mind, warping his perception still. She was lucky to find out that his laser couldn't be shot out for more than a second, the weakness giving her an edge that helped her focus. If he were to constantly aim at her, she would've been too preoccupied on moving around to avoid him, and she would eventually lose her focus and with it, her hold on his mind.
Witnesses and spectators stared in confusion, noticing how far off the blonde boy's aim was.
"Isn't learning how to aim lesson number one when you have a laser, Aoyama?!" Present Mic playfully jabbed at Yuuga, chuckling at the end. However, Aizawa who sat next to him in the announcement booth remained silent, noticing that it was Aoyama's opponent's doing.
"What?" Aoyama had finally noticed for himself, his smile still not faltering though. Much to his surprise, the red headed girl had disappeared from where she was standing and popped up again, this time moving closer to him, and he huffed indignantly.
"Take this!"
The Navel Laser kept on discharging one second at a time targeting "Akano's" form, though still unaffecting her as she popped up onto another spot. And nervous sweats broke out on his face.
"Just what are you doing, Aoyama?!" Present Mic shouted out in bewilderment, voicing out the crowds' questions. However, his words fell on deaf ears when the blonde looked down to the cemented floors and he shrieked at the sight. His left foot was suddenly a hair length past the out of bounds line. And so, the boy's eyes widened in surprise as they traveled back up again. 'I'm out of bounds? Non! How?' His mind was bombarded with inquires because he knew it wasn't possible. But the more important question was why he referee wasn't flagging him down. Aoyama was in internal conflict on whether to announce his defeat, or wait and see if they would notice or not.
However, what he failed to notice was that Yumi was drawing dangerously near to him. She'd noted how he froze in place, nervous like a deer caught in the headlights and she quickly concluded that her trick worked. 'He stopped. He really does thinks he's out of bounds...'
In the student section, the class A students saw the whole thing. They saw Aoyama shooting his laser a multitude of times at thin air. They saw his red haired opponent calmly standing there, two of her fingers pressed against her temple as she simply advanced forwards. And they saw him suddenly halting his attacks, anxiously looking between his feet and up to the referee.
"What is he standing around, doing nothing for? She's getting closer!" Mina said, her legs were shaking in place as she and the rest of her classmates watched intently.
"So that's her Quirk?"
Oohs and ahhs erupted from the crowds as they wondered what exactly her Quirk was, leaving them intrigued. The match in of itself couldn't compare to Todoroki's, but everyone watched with a renewed appreciation when they saw Akano showing off her abilities.
Yumi didn't let any of the praise get to her head, since she was beginning to struggle with her telepathic ability as she walked up to the befuddled boy until she came face to face with him. Releasing a heavy sigh, she came to feel kind of bad as she stood there in front of him, disorienting his senses, but it was all for the sake of a goal she had to reach. So, Yumi then extended both her hands towards him, resting them on the sides of his head to accomplish the feat she'd planned on.
'Go to sleep.' She commanded, and with a blink of an eye, Aoyama lost consciousness, his body limply flopping onto the ground.
The red haired teen knew that compared to Professor Xavier, her telepathy was considered subpar, she couldn't possibly put someone to sleep, or even properly go through their heads without her being this close to them. And since she was clearly out of practice, she was just glad that it worked.
"Aoyama was knocked out?! What's up with these general ed kids?! They're crazy scary!" Present Mic shouted from the cube. His eyes were wide with shock that the girl below would easily subdue the Heroics student.
As if finally noticing the hundreds of sets of eyes focused onto her, Yumi looked up from her opponent as she scratched her cheek. "He's alright, I just put him to sleep." She said, directing her words to Midnight and Cementoss who'd gotten concerned at how abruptly Aoyama had fainted.
"Aoyama-kun's out of commission! Akano-san advances to the second round!" And at Midnight's declaration, the crowds erupted in loud cheers.
The large screen showed Jean's face alone this time, with virtual confetti bursting around her stoic face. And the sight made her classmates prouder than ever. "As expected of our Akano-sama!"
"Akano-san is incredible!"
The purple haired seat-mate of hers heard all of their words of merriments, a smile ghosting on his lips as he slowly nodded, agreeing with them. "Yeah..."
Shinso then looked around him, his ears picking up on all the words of praise the Pro Heroes exclaimed as they stared at Akano in shock.
"Amazing!"
"He fainted!"
"What did she do?"
"Is she really a general ed student?!"
"Akano's easy victory is indisputable!" Present Mic was ecstatic at the positive remarks, finally able to feel them liven up after Todoroki's match. As they watched the young Akano began making her way back inside, he heard his fellow commentator mumbling something to himself.
"Hmm..."
"What is it, Eraser?" Hizashi asked, lowering his voice down as he leaned away from the microphone.
"Unlike Shinso, she hadn't originally applied for the hero course... But she also submitted a request for a transfer." Aizawa responded with a gruff tone as he looked down at Akano Yumi's information sheet. He had someone compile individual stats of each student of the final sixteen. And the Erasure Hero didn't know if she never applied because she knew they'd be fighting faux villains, since her telepathic Quirk -although powerful- was suited against other people only. Nonetheless, she seemed like someone to keep an eye on during her matches.
However, the underground hero was not the only one Akano Yumi had caught the attention of.
Todoroki was leaning against the wall towards the next tunnel entrance, watching from behind all the seated audience with a contemplating look.
A/N:-*Otsukaresama desu/Otsukare: expresses the appreciation of someone's hard work. The closest English translation would be "thank you for your hard work", "good work" or more simply saying that "you've worked hard".
Okay I know I mentioned earlier that Aoyama looked like Alex, and I know that in the movies, there's basically no way that's true But in the X-men Evolution animation, he looks an awful lot like him, especially his hairstyle. Honestly I was surprised to find the resemblance between Aoyama and Alex.You could see it here:-
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