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Krasus1988 and N1cok - Yes. The omakes are indeed canon to the story. I like to use them as a means to flesh out the world without slowing down the pace of the story.
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I've been reading Tokyo Revengers lately after catching up on the anime and Lemme tell ya, it has been lit. I'm loving it. I highly recommend it if you're looking for a new series to binge
There was a festive air surrounding the mountainous province of U.A. grounds. So many food and game stands dotted the landscape around a stadium the size of a Superbowl, like the ones someone might find in the NFL. Hordes of people from all walks of life, be they pro hero or civilian gathered like wildfire, lending the festival a carnival-like atmosphere. And Goku and Mina could see it all from their birds-eye view up in the clouds having chosen to fly on the day of the big event.
"Geez. That's a lot of people," Mina remarked in Goku's arms, gaping down at the mass gathering in silent awe.
The feeling was mutual where her boyfriend was concerned, drifting overhead like a cloud, "Yeah, no kidding." This reminded him of the World Martial Arts Tournament. The attendance here was most likely much larger considering martial arts wasn't as ingrained in the people's daily lives in his past life as heroism was here.
Mina took an arm off his neck to hold up a fist like the Olympic torch, "Oh, well. That just means more people to impress!" She put both arms back around Goku, giving him a confident smile, "I'm up for the challenge! What about you?"
The trademark warm glow of Goku's indomitable belief glistened in his gaze.
"Always."
Mina giggled, "Silly question, huh?" Pink lips made contact against a chubby, peach cheek in a quick peck, "We're totally gonna kick butt today."
"You can say that again." They shared a smile before Goku darted over to the main U.A. school building, elegantly landing on the ground in front of their embracing friends.
"Aw," Mina cooed.
They looked precious, Kaminari's chin seemingly floating atop thin air with loose sleeves snaked around his slender figure while he likewise explored her curvaceous body. It was safe to say Hagakure was tangible even if she wasn't visible because neither of them had any qualms about kissing. Kaminari mooching air looked quite amusing and snap-worthy to Goku, a sentiment many bypassing students agreed with; taking out their phones to do just that.
That would no doubt make the rounds on Chatter.
The lovebirds took notice of their friends, beaming postures glowing brighter than the sun, "Sonny! Mina-chan/Ashido!" They greeted simultaneously.
They had already perfected the art of speaking in perfect unison. How romantic! "Hey, guys," Mina replied, slipping from Goku's arms with a teasing grin stretching onto her lips, "You two look like you're having fun."
They turned to each other, giggling like they had some untold juicy secret and whirled back to Mina. Kaminari's wide, expressive eyes of brimming vibrancy perfectly mirrored Hagakure's unseen happy eyes, "Uh-huh!" They nodded together.
Goku and Mina shared a look of understanding with each other before smiling warmly at their united friends. They then followed behind the huddled pair through U.A.'s laminated hallway, also arm in arm.
Tokyo's Anti-Hero
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Chapter 8
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U.A.'s Very Own Sonic and Amy
Everyone rendezvoused in a waiting room with four wide rectangular tables lined up in the shape of a square designated to Class 1-A after changing out of their uniforms.
"No costumes, huh?" Mina idly remarked, pinching the sides of her navy-blue gym pants.
"Seems like it," Goku replied, bending down and stretching out his legs in turn, "That kinda sucks. I was lookin' forward to wearing mine, but oh well!" Ultimately, his hunger for competitive sport was greater than his joy of wearing his turtle school uniform. "I'm too excited to care."
Mina hung her arms over her head, "My redesign isn't done yet so this suits me just fine."
"Son." A distant voice interrupted the two's relaxed chatter.
The pair found the heterochromatic boy of their class briskly approaching him. He stood, fingering his chin thoughtfully, 'Hm. Let's see here.'
Mina appeared by his ear, whispering, "That's Todoroki."
He was a little ashamed to acknowledge that he had forgotten all about the two haired boy. In his defence, Todoroki Shoto was an aloof, reclusive teenager. He hadn't stood out outside of training exercises and even then the ice portion of his powers had been completely dwarfed by Goku's own. Personality-wise, he was sort of just "there" in the background, completely contrary to his and Mina's loud, outgoing personas.
Still, Goku greeted him with a friendly smile, fisting his hips, "What can I do for ya, Todoroki-kun?"
The mere act of the solitary Todoroki interacting with anyone let alone the strongest of their class was enough to draw everyone's attention. Even Kaminari and Hagakure stopped making kissy faces (or kissy postures in Hagakure's case) to watch the proceedings unfolding in front of them.
The audience bothered Todoroki none, though, launching into his spiel with an uncaring admittance, "I think it's pretty clear from an objective standpoint that you're stronger than me."
"You think so?" Goku asked blandly.
"I know so," Todoroki confirmed without consideration. "You're probably the closest thing to All Might that I've ever seen. Maybe even stronger if the rumours circulating around the school of you crushing mountains hold any weight." Sato whistled conspicuously to himself, but the heterochromatic haired teenager bared him no mind, "My old man is Endeavour, the number two hero. He's been training me to surpass All Might in his stride." He closed his eyes, sucking in a deep intake of calming air through his nostrils, "I'm not foolish enough to think I stand a chance of beating you, but if I can even get close to pushing you only using my left side I'll be one step closer to becoming the hero my old man doesn't want."
"Hey, what's with this declaration of war?" Kirishima inquired with a smile.
"Yeah! Let's just take it easy and have fun!" Kaminari added, "Aizawa-sensei said we only needed to get noticed, right? Even he knows none of us has a chance of beating Sonny," He grinned sunnily, holding a thumbs-up. "Let's just enjoy ourselves out there. The internships will take care of themselves. I mean, it's not like Sonny can take all of them."
"Right. Even if Son gets thousands of offers by the end, he can still only pick one." Kirishima said in realization. "The other agencies should know that, too. If I were Son I'd probably only pick the best agency. Knowing that, the other agencies will have to send out internships for the rest of us." He knocked his fists together, "Now that's thinking like a man."
"Damn straight."
"That's all I wanted to say," Todoroki said, dismissing what the two boys were saying and turning on a heel, "Sorry for bothering you."
"They're right, you know?" He stopped, giving his nigh-impossible goal a sidelong glance, "You need to take it easy. No sense losing sleep over this."
Todoroki turned back to him, a frosty look of disdain evident in his eyes, "This isn't a game, Son. We're not here to make friends."
Goku cocked his head, "Then, what're you here for?"
Todoroki lifted a white brow, "What're you implying?"
Goku wasn't one to beat around the bush, cutting straight to the heart of the matter, "Why d'ya wanna be a hero?"
His brow rose further into the white side of his crop of grey-white and red hair, "…Because." Though when the words actually began to slowly leave his lips, an electrical surge of realization jolted through his veins as though Kaminari had just decided to randomly unleash his indiscriminate shock on him. A silent gasp escaped his lips.
Goku gave his vacant look a soft smile. It might have been the first bit of emotion he had seen on the boy's normally expressionless face, "Cuz it's fun, right?" Goku finished and Todoroki gawked, "Nothing wrong with being a hero for fun. All hero stuff is fun." Whether that was beating the bad guys or saving innocent lives, heroism had the best of both worlds for both young boys and girls, "We're living the dream many other kids would do anything to have. Think about the entrance exam and how many examiners they were!" He extended his arms wide to emphasise this before squarely placing his palms on Todoroki's shoulders, his gaze warming.
"If you start thinkin' of this as a job and not as the dream you're thriving for, you'll lose sight of that."
A silence descended upon the waiting room like the sound of a peaceful ocean. Goku's profound choice of words had left more than just Todoroki drowning in their thoughts of sudden recognition.
"You know," Kirishima began to break the ice, "Son's right. I only chose this because I thought there was nothing manlier than being a hero like the Chivalrous hero, the Crimson Riot."
"Yes, even I, who comes from a long line of successful Iidas, must confess I'm partly doing this for my own amusement as well as for my duty to the Iida family legacy," Iida explained, beaming a smile of admiration toward the boy he held in such high esteem. Somewhere along the way, he had forgotten, above all else, that he was a boy who loved to see his older brother's hero work. But perhaps with this gentle reminder of his awe for heroism, he could go out there and just express himself in the Sports Festival.
"Interesting," Todoroki murmured after a moment's consideration and Goku dropped his hands from his shoulders, "Perhaps you're not the 'all brawn and no brains type,' that I thought you were after all."
"Gee. Thanks," Goku grinned.
"I'll keep that in mind," Todoroki coolly assured, pirouetting from the boy and making his way from him.
"That's all I ask for, Todoroki."
Midoriya's round eyes shimmered, 'Son-kun's so cool.' He mused, lips brimming with a vibrant smile. He clenched a firm fist, watching Todoroki exit the locker room with newfound excitement bubbling in his stomach. It was like a sudden weight had been lifted off his shoulders. All that pressure All Might had piled on him about announcing himself to the world as the next All Might, gone; abated like the wind.
'Right! I'm going to have fun showing everyone just how much stronger I've become these past two months!'
Because above all else, saving people with a heroic smile was fun.
The sun's brilliant radiance shined a ray of beaming light upon the marching students of Class 1-A, spearheaded by Goku. The stadium noise grew louder and louder the closer the group got. They felt as though they were walking out in the Olympics stepping into a huge, barren dirt field with a stage and a wide monitor hanging above it. A colourful array of fireworks crackled noisily throughout the air, decorating the glittering sky.
'Hey, hey!" Present Mic's amplified voice roared throughout the stadium in his signature enthusiasm. "It's your favourite talk show host Present Mic! I'll be bringing you coverage on today's heart pulsing event! Are you readyyyyyyy?!" The camera panned over to Class A, "Making their way onto the field first is a class who's tangled with real villains, the talented crop of rugrats Class 1-A!"
The camera shifted over to show Class A's rival class strolling onto the pitch in cool nonchalance from a different entrance.
"They haven't been getting as much airtime, but this class is also full of talent. Hero course, Class 1-B!"
The rest of the classes lined up.
"Next up General Studies Classes C, D, and E! Support course, classes F, G, and H are also here, too! And Business course, Classes I, J and K!" A loud cheer blared throughout the air, "All of U.A.'s first years are here!"
A strikingly beautiful woman with long purple hair cascading down to her back stepped onto the stage just then, evoking wild catcalls and dog howls at her state of dress, letting the imagination run wild. A skin-tight white dominatrix outfit with a black midriff hugged an hourglass figure, exposing succulent D-cup breasts. A brown utility belt with golden trim ensnarled her healthy hips, and light purple leggings and long raven high-heeled boots garbed her shapely legs.
All things considered, she was a very sexy and brazen woman to dress in such a way, but that was just the type of woman the R-Rated hero was. She even had handcuffed chained to each of her wrists as bracelets, a thin mask lining her eyes and a feather duster-like whip to further accentuate her dominatrix air.
And the men in the audience ate her vibe up like candy, howling like wild animals.
"Woo! Take it off Midnight-sensei!" A dwarf teenager with purple balls on his head screeched, drawing looks of disgust from a select few of Class A and Class B. Shinso and the other General studies students pretended not to know him.
"Quiet!" Midnight hollered with an authoritative crack of her whip, eliciting more catcalls from the crowd, "Time for the player pledge! Representing the students is Son Goku from Class 1-A!"
Goku perked up, casually drifting through the crowd amidst Mina's smile. He did remember something about Aizawa mentioning he had to say a few words during the week leading up to the event.
"Why Son-kun?" Midoriya wondered.
"Oh yeah. He did finish first in the entrance exam." Sero surmised.
Goku nonchalantly skipped onto the stage, ignoring Midnight's flirtatious wink and hovering over the standing microphone. He gazed cluelessly at the quietening audience, then back at all eleven classes, zeroing in on his girlfriend's encouraging smile. He didn't know what to say. He wasn't the type of guy to give epic, rousing speeches. The last big speech he could remember himself giving to Frieza happened a long time ago.
He didn't even know what he was saying. Something about his pure heart being awakened by fury? He was totally winging it.
Goku shrugged, eventually deciding on a generic pep talk to ignite everyone's engines. He took an intake of breath and spoke with quiet confidence, amplified voice echoing in the air, "Wow, everyone sure looks strong. I can tell." He extended a fist outward, "I pledge everyone's gonna give it their all to win this thing. I'm getting really excited just thinkin' about it!" He turned to a mixture of pleasant amusement, awe, indifference and elation, "So get fired up everyone! Or, go beyond, plus ultra!"
"Yay!" Mina clapped rapidly while bouncing on her toes.
He was given a standing ovation by the crowd.
"You know, that wasn't so bad!" Sero said, raising his voice over the increasing noise, "Who knew Son could be quite the spokesman?!"
"I respect the simplicity and manliness!" Kirishima clenched a trembling fist.
Goku floated through a parting sea of glowing appreciation and into the engulfing embrace of his significant other.
"It's impossible to hate that guy," A student from a rival class noted.
"I know what you mean. He's just too nice." Another backed up her point.
Sero felt some tension lift off his shoulders feeling the warm atmosphere Son's simplistic speech had generated, "Damn. Not bad, Son. Looks like everyone won't hate us for what Bakugo did."
"It's like he stockpiled all his RPG points into his power and charisma stats," Sato murmured.
"Such youthful encouragement! It really turns me on!" Midnight hollered, red-faced in steamy hot passion.
"Did she just say it turns her on?" A student deadpanned.
"Okay! Without further ado, let's start the first event!" The R-rated hero enthused. Behind her, a holographic screen shimmered into existence in the form of a casino's roulette. Words too fast for anyone but Goku to make out rolled rapidly before their inquisitive gazes, "The rules are simple! Whatever game the wheel stops at will be the first event the participants take part in!"
It stopped, landing on obstacle race.
Mina beamed.
"It has been decided!" Midnight yelled and a gigantic double red door opened on the sidewall to her right. "The rules are simple! All eleven classes will race around the stadium. The first forty-two participants to make it back here will proceed to the next round!" She licked her lips, "U.A.'s selling point is freedom. You can do whatever you want so long as you stay on the track!" She threw her arm forward in a grandiose manner, "Take your places, everyone!"
Mina reflexively clung onto Goku as their fellow contestants rushed to the designated point like a stampede. "Ah! That's scary!" The horned girl yelped, uneasily gaping at the participants barging and shoving each other some feet from the entrance. "Jeez! Everyone really wants the advantage, huh?"
"No kidding," Goku replied, gawking.
A smirk cut across Mina's lips, "Too bad for them we don't need to go first."
Goku shared her conviction like a married couple's inventory space on Sword Art Online, "Got that right. Going first would be no fun."
"Hm-mmm! We totally got this! Speed is our game."
"Yeah."
Quiet footsteps approached them in calm nonchalance, "Son."
"Oh, hey, Shinso-kun! What's up?" Goku said, beaming, "You're doing this the hard way, too, huh?"
"Something like that." He said, drawing befuddled looks from the lovebirds, "Got a minute?"
"Sure." Goku grimaced, hand instantly shooting to the back of his suddenly ringing head, feeling as though his brain was a hollow metal someone was rapping continuously against. "Urk!"
Mina blinked, "Goku-chan?"
A purple brow quirked. That wasn't the reaction he was expecting. Normally, whenever he switched on his Quirk his victim's face blanked out like he or she had become a vegetable, not scrunched up in brief agony, 'Is he-?' He began to surmise, then stopped, choosing to see for himself, "You will carry…" He ceased, eyes dilating in horrified recognition.
Goku lifted his head, a knowing smirk sweeping across his lips, "Tryin' to mind control me, huh?" He said in finality. A current of air swept his hair aside, "Sorry, I don't think so. You're gonna hafta train harder if you want to get past my defences."
Shinso glared, the resentment blazing in his eyes hitting Goku where it hurt the most before he turned and stormed off.
"What was that all about?" Mina wondered, cocking her head at the retreating back of the purple-haired teenager.
Goku watched Shinso go, disguising his sadness behind a well-crafted mask of calm indifference, "That was Shinso. He's someone I helped out in the practical exam. He wanted to mind control me cuz he thinks that's his only way of finishing high in the race."
"Oh. Well, that's mean."
Goku nodded, "I knew his Quirk wasn't suited to combat stuff, but I didn't think he would go this far to do well," Goku stared at Shinso's back in calm resolve, "He must really wanna get into the hero course."
"He didn't get in the hero course?" Mina asked.
Goku shook his head, "He didn't train hard enough to make up for his Quirk's lack of physical strength and since robots can't be mind-controlled, he couldn't do anything against 'em."
"Oh, I see." A shade of sympathy dimmed Mina's gaze, "I kinda feel bad for him now." Not everyone was blessed with a combat able Quirk like hers, as much as she hated using it against other people. Against metallic beings Goku wasn't going to devour, though, she could let loose without restraint.
"Me too," He said, setting himself into a loose running stance whilst the countdown began, "I should train him."
Mina giggled, mimicking Goku's stance. Another green light above the door faded, "I knew you would say that." Their gazes locked, eyes glistening in excitement. "Ready?"
"Ready!~"
The final light faded and Midnight's husky voice blared throughout the air, "Start!"
The ground exploded, taking the audience aback. An arrow of thick dust seemingly parted the swarm of students, instantaneously halting them at the starting point before they could even consider charging forward and hacking up the condensed dirt that had ferociously materialized in front of them. And Present Mic was going wild, "Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Did you catch a glimpse of that, folks!? I sure didn't! If you blinked, you would've been sure to miss it! Class A's Son Goku and Ashido Mina have surged into the lead with explosive speed! What are they, Sonic the Hedgehog and Amy Rose?! What have you done to them, Mummy boy?"
"I didn't do anything," Aizawa stated flatly.
Goku hollered back over his shoulder at the coughing contestants, "Sorry about that!"
Mina laughed. Considering how quickly they were travelling, it wasn't surprising that they reached the first barrier in a matter of seconds. What was a surprise was the obstacle itself, noisily stampeding in a wide clearance like the giants of One Piece's Eibaf, "Oh. More of those zero-pointers from the entrance exam," Mina noted casually, "Jeez. U.A. sure has a lot of money."
"Uh-huh!" Goku uttered excitably, leaping up and decimating the behemoth robots with a massive tornado-styled shockwave, drowning out the startled utterances of amazement in the immense whirlwind generated by only a small portion of his power, "They're gonna need it." He quipped, dodging the last zero-pointer before continuing on his way with Mina, "I'm gonna leave the last guy for Midoriya-kun."
Mina spared a glance over her shoulder to see the freckled-face student of Goku nearing the clearance at a ferocious speed, "Uh, Midori's (Greeny) almost as fast as us now," Well, when they were taking it easy, a teasing smile crossing her lips, "You been training him well, Sensei?"
Goku chuckled, "Not a chance. That's his own hard work."
"You're too modest!" Mina remarked, absentmindedly shooting her grey sticky goo-like acid paintballs at a myriad of other one-pointers, two-pointers and three-pointers effortlessly as they blitzed to the next hurdle. The distinctive eruption of a zero pointer's crushing annihilation then drummed in their ears, pulling Mina's grin further, "Sounds like he did it."
"I knew he could!" Goku grinned, 'Good job, Midoriya-kun! You're getting stronger every day!'
They blitzed a fiery trail in a matter of seconds to the next hurdle, a tremendous wide hole stretching as far as the eye can see separating the track into halves. Jagged, tall, upheaved pieces of the earth connected by thin white wires protruded from the canyon offering platforms for students to bounce across if they chose.
"Our very own Sonic and Amy have ascended to the second obstacle in a matter of seconds! Such electrifying speed! I can't keep up!" Present Mic commented, "But how will they fare with this one, a dangerous pitfall they can't just run across? What do you think, Mummy boy?'
"They can jump," Aizawa intoned.
Goku scooped Mina up in his arms, "Hold on tight, Mina!"
"Okay!~" She bubbled, wrapping her arms over his head.
He crouched, then released himself like a spring to soar through the air without the use of his flight technique. Not that it didn't skip his mind. He just thought it would make the course too easy so he imposed a self-restricted rule on himself not to utilize the Lighter than Air technique unless he had to.
"Wow! What a leap! They've cleared the second obstacle in seconds and are heading for the final barrier! High jumpers, eat your hearts out!" Present Mic roared, presenting the last barrier as soon as the Sonic and Amy representations blurred out of view, "The final hurdle is a minefield. They don't hurt that much if you step on one but they can be annoying enough to make you pee your pants! Not that it'll stop Sonic and Amy!" They were already sailing throughout the sky as soon as he said this, "And they've cleared the minefield in no time at all, too! Incredible! Nothing can stand in their way to an unprecedented record! The only question remains now, who will be first?!"
Goku landed, setting Mina down on her feet with a cheeky smile twinkling across his face, "Race ya to the finish line."
"You're on!" She smirked.
They rocketed, turning into blurs of blue and pink and gouging up the track of whence they trod. The tunnel was torn asunder by the pure force of their speed right before the blue of Goku's Sonic materialized in an emphatic knee slide over the finish line with Mina's Amy clinging to his back.
"And Son Goku's Sonic takes first place, quickly followed in hot pursuit by Ashido Mina's Amy!" Present Mic roared, "What a splash they've made! They've made it back to the stadium in just under a minute! An unprecedented feat in the history of the Sports Festival! These two lovebirds will take some stopping, and I feel bad for anyone else aiming for first and second in this main event!"
A deafening silence engulfed the stadium whilst Mina happily nuzzled Goku. The audience and even Midnight herself were like an old computer struggling to keep up with the input commands of its user, freezing on the image of the two. Everything had transpired so fast, in the literal blink of an eye, that they hadn't had the time the process the absurdity they just bore witness to. They had to hand it to Present Mic for managing to commentate so sufficiently given the immense speed they were travelling at.
A distant clap in the stilled sea of the audience pierced the blocky ice. Another soon followed. Then another, and another and another, then until a steady round of applause turned into full-blown loud congratulatory cheers.
"Yay, that was so much fun!" Mina exclaimed, rocking Goku back and forth.
"Uh-huh!" Goku peppily agreed, "I can't wait for the next game!"
As the crowd eventually quietened, it dawned on the pair that they would likely have to wait several minutes for the other forty participants to finish.
"Um. What d'ya suppose we do now?"
Sometimes being so fast was a curse.
"Wanna play patty cake?"
"Sure."
Omake – Sports Festival
Midoriya's POV
Best of the Rest
The pearlescent glow of a crescent moon beamed a peaceful ray on the slumbering student of Son Goku, aroused from his slumber from the premeditated tune of his smartphone. He groaned, relaxation pouring from every pore of his body with his arms lifted up above his unkempt hair, sitting up.
"It's the day of the Sports Festival," He acknowledged. He could feel the festival's fireworks bursting in his stomach, "I should get some training in. Then I can show the fruits of everything I've worked toward with Son-kun." He bounced to his feet with impressive agility considering he slept with his kame shell on.
He didn't bother taking a shower considering the sweat he was planning to work into, temporarily seating his shell down and changing into one of his light blue coloured tracksuits. He strapped on the last of his weighted equipment like a backpack and ambled out of his tidy, All Might-decorated bedroom where his mother was waiting for him in the hallway.
"Mom."
"Izuku," She smiled, "Would you like me to fix you up some breakfast before you head out to one of your training sessions?"
Midoriya shook his head, "No thanks, Mom. I'll have something when I get back." He averted a focused gaze to their front door, "This won't take long."
Mom's expression warmed with pride, "I thought as much. You've grown so much stronger these past two months, son." Goodness, she hardly recognized him at times. Momma's cute baby boy had evolved into a man. Gone was his previously slender body of an average kid and in its place stood the muscled athletic built of a gifted Olympic runner. His training sessions/manual labours were getting shorter and shorter, because he was completing them faster with every passing day.
A pink tinge dusted his cheeks, "Thanks, Mom. I guess I have." He stepped forward, a sincere smile tracing his lips, "And I owe it all to Son-kun. I don't know how I would've managed to control even a little bit of my Quirk without him." He probably would've just destroyed his body repeatedly before becoming dependant on recovery girl to fix him up to the point of crippling himself.
"Then you better work twice as hard to repay Son-kun's faith!" Mom insisted with playful eagerness, pumping her fists.
"Right!" Midoriya returned, stepping off the elevated step and slipping into his shoes before squatting to tie his laces. All laced up, he opened the door, letting in a cool, nightly breeze and throwing a wave over his shoulder at his mother, "I'm off now, Mom."
"Do your best!"
"I will!" He assured, walking outside and inhaling leisurely. Face sharpening, he channelled the inherited power of his Quirk through every cell of his body, skin becoming an ethereal glow and usual green sparks of electricity dancing around him, 'One for All: Full Cowl!' He then leapt into the sky like a shooting star to his mother's starry-eyed amazed gaze.
"Wow. Izuku's become so cool…"
A half an hour sprint down the expressway led him to his first-ever training site; the ancient Kyoto.
This had become enough of a routine that Okamoto was already out and waiting for him, "Midoriya-chan! Good to see you."
"You too, Okamoto-san," He replied happily, turning off the flow of his power like a furnace.
A sheet rustled in the quiet air as Okamoto flung the cover shielding the latest shipment aside. An even bigger pile awaited the freckle-faced boy, "Be careful. There's even more than usual this time." He shot him a teasing smile. "Think you can manage?"
The middle-aged gentleman could see the newfound confidence blazing in Midoriya's eyes, "Of course."
Okamoto's smile softened, 'He's grown so confident, Son-chan.' He was feeling somewhat like a proud father himself, picturing the boy that stood before him now and comparing it to the student Goku had brought to Kyoto to begin the first of many long trials and tribulations. It was nostalgic hearing him speak with a finality that just wasn't there when he started delivering milk.
Izuku stacked three crates on top of each other in resolute belief, "Yosh. Let's do this."
He completed four of Kyoto's towns in under an hour, a far cry from the four hours it took him just to finish two wards of the province in his first-ever delivery run.
"Finished earlier than I expected," He mumbled, accepting his pay from Okamoto and checking the time on his phone. "Guess I'll go for a swim for the next few hours before heading home to get ready for the Sports Festival." He shrugged, setting off.
This was it.
The morning of the event had arrived.
He sent a text to his sensei after coming home from his early dip rapidly swimming away from a shark in an ocean to request the removal of his weights. Son had granted him the green light and now he stood as light as a feather, feeling like he really was floating like a butterfly.
For the second time that day Midoriya was preparing to leave the apartment complex he shared with his mother, this time uniformed up in his U.A.'s attire.
"Good luck, Izuku!" Mom shot him a thumbs-up, "I'll be recording you on high-definition HD!"
"Thanks, Mom!" He smiled, stepping out into the warm glow of the day this time.
Sports Festival
Midoriya's bewildered bug-eyed stare cut through the thick mists produced by pure, ferocious speed.
"…So that's why they hung back," He droned out slowly amidst the coughs and wheezing of the students around him. He fiercely shook his head, steeling his features, 'But thanks to Son-kun and Ashido-san I have a chance to get ahead of the rest!' He stormed, Quirk-uncharged, through the entrance's tunnel, just inches ahead of the biting cold nipping at his heels, "Whoa!" He cast a glance back in panicked horror. A condensed layer of frost coated the tunnel.
'That was close!' He yelped, comical tears ping-ponging from his eyes. He sobered, spotting the culprit sprinting onto the circuit at a speed of an Olympic runner, "Todoroki-kun!"
"Damn. Didn't think Midoriya would've reacted that quick." He recalled Son speaking with the freckled-face boy after his throw in the Quirk Assessment test and the two turning up to school together with the latter looking exhausted the day after, 'So he's been training with Son, has he?'
Explosions cackled behind him.
A whoosh whistled in the air.
And a sparkly beam dazzled.
"Damnit! It's bad enough that Son bastard is already above me! I'm not letting that damn Deku nor that Icy-hot bastard get ahead of me either!" Bakugo bellowed, flying through the air via the power of his explosive Quirk.
"Naïve, Todoroki-san!" Yaoyorozu reprimanded, launching herself forward with a long metal pipe protruding from her glowing palm.
"Mercy, I'm dazzling!" Aoyama said, elegantly soaring backwards with arms tucked behind his head.
Todoroki frowned, which only deepened when he could barely make out Midoriya in the distance.
Midoriya startled, comically blanching at a ferocious hurricane-styled air blast effortlessly ruining multiple zero-pointers, gulping in fright at the sight of the scrap metal disappearing in the sharp, devastating whirlpool of winds piercing the very heavens themselves, "…Son-kun did that like it was nothing."
"WOW! WOW! WOW! WHAT INCREDIBLE POWER FROM MR SONIC THE HEDGEHOG! HE'S KNOCKED MOST OF THE ZERO POINTERS OUT OF THE PARK! TALK ABOUT BEING A CHEAT CODE! HE'S GOT POWER, HE'S GOT SPEED, HE'S GOT IT ALL!" Present Mic roared, struggling to contain his exhilaration at such a display of immense power.
"…Nearly all of them?" Midoriya muttered aloud, noticing the remaining titanic robot a few seconds later, "I see. Son-kun probably left this one for me so I could test out the fruits of my training." He smirked in appreciation, "Thank you, Son-kun. I won't let you down!" He took in an intake of calming air, picturing the turkey roasting to a golden brown in his mind, 'One for All: Full Cowl! 20%!' He glowed, emerald-tinted lightning shrouding his form.
The remaining Godzilla bot screeched and brought down a large robotic arm like a falling building.
Midoriya leapt sky high in swift evasion, spinning in the air and slamming himself backwards as though he were performing a heroic overhead kick in the world cup and bellowed out passionately, "Kamurocho smash!" The sheer kinetic force transferred into the zero-pointer from his leg, slamming it back and severely denting its countenance before it exploded, ensuring its fiery demise.
"Alright!" Midoriya beamed, safely landing on the ground, "And my legs aren't broken either!" He clenched his fist tightly, 'One step closer to mastering this power.' He heard a rigid breeze catapulting toward him and blurred to the side, getting back on his bike again before Todoroki could overtake him, 'Oh, right. I'm still in the race.'
Goku and Mina had already solidified first and second respectively by the time he even reached the second hurdle much less flown over it with his One for All infused limbs, but he would settle for the best of the rest. It was still pretty humbling that he come so far in his training in just two months. He didn't expect to do nearly as well as he did in the first event with just his honed athleticism so being faster than the rest felt incredibly empowering.
"Made it!" He heaved, slowing to a gentle stroll over the finish line.
"Midoriya Izuku finishes as the best of the rest!" Present Mic screamed, drawing moderate applause from the crowd.
"Yo, Midoriya-kun!" Midoriya's attention was drawn to his sensei's voice to find him sitting leg-crossed in the centre of the field clapping his palms, then gently pressing against the pink ones of his girlfriend, "Made it in third place, huh? Awesome! I'm proud of ya."
"Best of the rest, huh?" Mina joked, grinning.
Midoriya smiled, ambling over to the two, "Thanks, Son-kun. I couldn't have done it without you tutoring me."
"That's what I said, but Goku-chan was all like, 'nah, Midoriya-kun did it all by himself'." The horned girl teased, eliciting a chuckle from the tailed boy.
"Don't listen to her, Midoriya-kun! It was all your hard work!"
Mina blew him a raspberry.
Midoriya laughed, feeling at ease.
A couple of minutes later saw Todoroki and Bakugo stumbling over the line in defeated strolls in fourth and fifth respectively.
'So even Midoriya,' He mused, panting and sweating up a storm. He lifted his head, zeroing on the three playing a game of rock, paper, scissors.
Bakugo wasn't faring nearly as well, even if he did pass with flying colours. Finishing in the top 20 would've been impressive for the standards most typical students had set for themselves, but the explosive blond was far from "everyone." One would have to borrow Goku's flying ability as well as to be able to breathe in space to even be able to catch a mere glimpse of the levels Bakugo aspired towards.
As such, being beaten by others who weren't clones of the extraordinarily powerful Son Goku came as a massive shock to his system. He looked like he was having a nervous breakdown, 'I couldn't even get near them!' He panted, hard and slow, skin breaking in his fists, 'Even Deku!' His breathing quickened, 'Was he always that strong? Does that mean If we fought all out, Deku. Deku. Deku would… Deku would…" He hyperventilated, nightmarish visions of his former childhood friend standing victoriously over his unconscious form without a scratch filling his horrified gaze.
A loud clasp filled his ears, causing him to sharply baulk, "Take it easy," He registered his hated foe's palm upon his shoulder, "You just have to get stronger, that's all." The beginnings of a smile worked itself across Goku's face.
The rest of the thirty-eight applicants filed in. Mina bit her nails anxiously waiting for their friends to cross the finish line. She beamed in delight seeing Kaminari carrying Hagakure piggyback-styled out of the tunnel in 19th and 20th respectively.
"Yay, guys!" She said, running up to them, "We all made it, huh?"
The couple shakily held up a thumbs-up, "Just about."
The sixth-placed Yaoyorozu approached the group with an appreciated bow, "Kaminari-san! Hagakure-san! Thank you for the assistance back on the minefield. I imagine I would've finished much lower than I did had that little pervert got a hold of me."
"What little pervert?" Mina asked.
"Don't mention it." Kaminari smiled sheepishly.
Somewhere a few inches from the final hurdle of the obstacle laid the gnome teenager with height even Krillin would've felt sympathy for, charred and smoking with every hair of his round balls standing on end. It looked as though someone had taken a million pin needles and stuck them on a few tennis balls glued to a larger soccer ball.
"…Curse that Baraka rip off," He murmured, eagle-spread in the small crater he had been blown into, "That busty girl would've been mine if it hadn't been for that meddling Baraka kid!" Comedic tears swelled in his eyes.
Flashback
Mineta groaned and panted, tired, stubby little legs like that of a two-year-old trudging him carefully around the non-lethal but still irritating mines in the third hurdle. "…Too long," He said, a floppy, long tongue despairingly hanging out of his mouth. God didn't exist. She couldn't. A god wouldn't be too cruel to curse him with such a tiny body.
A scrumptious body of every pervert's wet dream came into view, "Now's my chance!" He salivated, eyes twinkling deviously. He leapt toward his prize with two sticky balls in hand.
Hagakure noticed him, "Yao-momo, look out!"
She chanced a glance over her shoulder to see a lecherous face bulleting toward her, clad in a demonic purple aura, "You can't get away from me! I will feel those boobs!"
She screamed, trying to accelerate away from the menace while avoiding the mines in a frantic panic.
"It's useless! You can't get away from me!" He bragged.
An electrical surge moved directly in his trail, to his horror, "Huh?" He could do nothing to stop his momentum from carrying him into Kaminari's electrical torso, being so painfully zapped with high voltage his skeleton was briefly visible, "Ahhhh!" He screamed in agony, slipping off Kaminari like a sheet of paper before falling on a mine and being launched away.
"Sorry about that!" He grinned sheepishly, continuing on his way with his girlfriend.
End of Flashback
"I'll never forgive that bastard," The General Studies student cried tears of blood, "I almost had my ticket to the Hero Course!" He balled up a fist and slammed it down on the dirt ground in irritation, "I wanna be popular with the girls, too! It's not my fault my character sucks!"
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