"... I'll think about it." With that I turned around and went to walk out. "You really aren't human, are you?" He asked.

I stood still looking at the ground. "I'm afraid... I may be the last of my people. My home was destroyed four years ago. If that is a good or a bad thing... I don't know." I opened the door and walked out.

I closed the nurse's door behind me and I looked at the freckled, green haired boy. "Where is Uraraka?" I asked as I looked around for the brown haired girl.

"Oh, she went back to the balcony." he scratched at his chin. "Said that you and I needed a moment alone..." His face turned red.

"Oh, why is that?" I asked, a little confused.

He refused to look at me for a second. "Well... I'm not sure."

I just shrugged, before punching him very lightly in the face, "So long as we're friends, right?"

"R-right!" I let my hand fall to my side.

"So then lets take our first step to our goal of being the number one hero. Together, as a team."

Chapter 30: Quarter Finals

I walked along side Deku as we made our way back too the 1-A balcony. I hadn't changed my ruined clothes yet. As we walked in awkward silence brushed my hair out of my face, "Why is your hair like that? It's like it hasn't changed in the five months I've met you." He asked to break the silence.

"Saiyan hair doesn't change from the day were are born, and it's a pain to cut so we just put up with it. My mother actually had large curly hair which is rare for my people." I said, "But mostly we have short spikey hair." I pulled at mine. "Dose human hair grow differently?"

"Yeah, our hair grows through out our life." I looked away, "But your hair makes you look good."

"Oh..." I looked away from him, not really sure how to respond 'Nobody has said that to me before.' "Thanks." I scratched at my chin. "You look good as well." I glanced back at him and he was flustered.

We rounded a corner and Ashido, Hagakure and Uraraka were waiting at the balcony. "Bah, we owe Jiro on this one." Ashido said as the three went back to their seats.

"And I was certain today would be the day." Uraraka said.

"Wait, the day is still young. We can still win the bet." Hagakure followed them. They all said they under their breath, but I heard it all just fine.

"Eh?" I raised a eyebrow as I looked at Deku, 'Were they expecting something to happen?'

I took my seat and looked down as Iida and Shiozaki stepped onto the stage. 'Iida's speed should give him the advantage, but who ever wins this has to face me.' Midnight signaled the start of the match and Iida dashed around her grabbing her shoulders and quickly pushed her out of the ring.

"Tenya Iida wins!" Present Mic called out, "That was quick."

I leaned back as Kirishima and Tetsutetsu walked back out. A cement table was raised. Midnight stood between the two. "To determine the tie breaker the two of them will have a arm wrestle." The two locked hands, locking eyes as the two activated their quirks. Their hardened and steel hands cracked the cement as the two were equal, unwavering walls of manliness. Gritting their teeth they put all their power into it.

Then a single stress crack ran through Tetsutetsu's arm, making him flinch allowing Kirishima to overpower and win. As the red haired boy stood over his foe he held out his had in respect. The 1-B student took it as he stood up. "Great, two manly men." I said.

Then it was Sero Vs Ashido. The two of our class mates walked onto the stage, pink haired acid horned dancer and the boy who made tap from his elbows. "Fight!" Midnight started the match. Sero launched two shots of tape from his large elbows at Ashido, wrapping and pinning her arms to her sides. Grabbing his tape he wung her around trying to throw her out of the ring, by the tape smoked as her acid melt through it breaking the hold, her shoes shot out weak slippery acid letting her slide around the stage throwing globs of the corrosive substance as she closed in.

Sero ducked under a another acid ball But Ashido shot inwards, upper cutting in, he fell back wards as he held his chin, then was forced to roll to a side as she stried to cover him in acid. He used a shot of tape to wrap her legs together. Pulling on the tape quickly she fell back wards slamming her head hard on the cement knocking her out.

"Sero wins!" Midnight called as the Medical Droids loaded the girl up on a stretcher.

And now it was the last match of the Quarter finals. Kirishima against Bakugo.

As the stadium was repaired I stood up and went down to the prep room to get ready for my semi final match, and by extent the finals, as much as I had become friends with Iida, I wouldn't hold back, and I knew that Kirishima wouldn't be able to get the win over Bakugo. Their power levels were just too far apart at this point.

In the prep-room I started to meditate. I focused on a power deep inside me while thinking back to my father again.

I sat atop a pile of boulders across my father. Orange Ki flowed around him as he used Harbinger with out tearing apart his body. "This is Harbinger Fuma, I learned this power from my grandfather. It was created to exploit our Zenkai boasts by tearing apart our bodies, but with each Zenkai boast, a Saiyan's body grew more accustomed to the power, extending the time limit."

I took in a breath, and focused my Ki. "Harbinger." And nothing happened. "Harbinger!" I tried to force the power out but again nothing. My small body refused to channel the power.

"You have to focus on a single aspect of who you are Fuma. I use my knowledge from years of fighting and learning. My grand father used his primordial rage. And you?"

'A aspect of who I am?' I asked my self.

Sorry for the delay, fell asleep while writing.