Another chapter where it sounds like I'm introducing OCs in the story and I'm not
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The week leading to the Sports Festival went by oddly fast for Izuku Midoriya.
Well, that wasn't exactly true. As a matter of fact, it was the most packed week he had in his life.
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First, early on Monday, exactly a week from the festival, he got stopped in the hallway by Professor Aizawa and Principal Nedzu, when he was delivered one of the worst news of his entire life. Scarier than being found out as the Heir of All Might by a stranger, more terrifying than being found out as the Heir of the Green Valley Clan.
He had to make a speech for the First Years in front of the crowd at the Sports Festival, because he had ranked the highest at the Entrance Exam out of the Hero Course. Izuku very much wanted to ask who thought this was a good idea, and then tell them to check their head, but before he could say anything Professor Aizawa had glanced at Nedzu and Izuku had shut his mouth.
Yup, no asking the Principal if the rat/bear/dog was in his right mind.
Instead, after also being given certain rules – it was to be a short speech and he shouldn't involve his friends in writing it, given the speech was supposed to inspire them or fire them up for the event – he had tried to go vent to All Might, only to find out that All Might was out of school, because his stomach -or what was left of it between the esophagus and the intestine – had acted up in the weekend, and he needed to get checked by a proper hospital.
Making sure to send All Might a get well soon message, he considered who else he could talk to. His professors were out of the question because… well they were his teachers. And his dad was out of the question because he would probably give him some 'Yakuza Speech 101' instructions.
He had only one idea.
"… And now I have to make a speech in front of the whole crowd!" Izuku shouted.
Nagant snorted. She had cut down on the drinks since Friday, now only having a beer open on her table rather than an empty bottle of wine. She was also taking care of her house, if the fact there weren't bottles or cans here and there around the room was any indication. Well, that and she was clearly washing the floor.
"Why is that funny?" Izuku asked.
"Because…" She chuckled, "You look so panicked."
"I'll be on national tv making a speech, Tsutsumi!"
"Kaina. Call me Kaina. Either way, yes, you will be on national TV. Are you planning to become an underground Hero?" She asked.
"... No." Izuku admitted. He couldn't really do that with All Might's Quirk. Not only because it wasn't the right Quirk for the job – it wasn't, but that wasn't the point – but because he had promised to become the Number One, which was impossible for an Underground Hero.
"Then you are just getting the whole experience. I tell you kid, if you are a public Hero in any way, your future is going to be cameras, interviews and a lot of gossip." She took a swing of her beer, "Do you know how many people I allegedly fucked according to those vultures that call themselves journalists? Rhetorical question, even I don't know. You get spotted with someone once, even if it's arguing with them, and suddenly you are in a steamy, passionate relation. Like that time they accused me of having an affair with Endeavor! Endeavor! I swear if I didn't have some morals I'd have just sat on the roof in front of that tabloid's headquarter, waited for the bastard that took those pictures, and-"
Izuku coughed, and Kaina straightened up. She then sighed, sagging back down, "I'm oversharing again."
"Again?"
"I spoke with Hound Dog earlier today. He said I am going through a response to my years spent with no healthy human contact, by letting all those bottled-up thoughts and emotions slip past without much control whenever I'm with someone I trust. He says it's understandable and even healthier than just bottling it up more, but- aaaaaand I'm doing it again." She sighed, "Hopefully it should calm down eventually."
"You… trust me?" Izuku asked.
"Kid, you are a fifteen-years-old, and I have enough dirt on you I can get your whole family arrested. Of course I trust you to keep a secret."
"… Fair point." Izuku begrudgingly admitted. Yeah, in that sense him and Nagant had a stricter agreement to not tell anyone else about their situations than a psychologist and his patients. Izuku really questioned who was the patient there. "Either way…"
"Yeah yeah, some thoughts. So… look, in the grand scheme of things, no one ever remembers the speech before the Festival starts. They will never show it again on repeats of the events, unless you do something really absurd. It's also the First Years event, so there is even less pressure. Just don't stay silent and follow the rules. Choose something important for you as the theme. If you get nervous imagine everyone naked. If you can't think of anything, you can just say 'Plus Ultra'. That bullshit always gets people fired up."
Izuku nodded, "I see, thank you."
"No need to thank me." Kaina replied, "I don't get many visitors, so you are a fun change of pace. So long as you don't start bringing your friends in." She paused, then grinned, "Unless you want to bring your girlfriend-"
"IhavetogothankyoumissTsutsumibye!" Izuku shouted, basically rushing to the door and slamming it behind his back.
Kaina chuckled.
Man, her boss was a funny guy.
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On Tuesday All Might was back, and he was put through more specialized training.
Izuku showed off proudly his Full Cowling, and All Might and Gran Torino both sighed in relief, seeing him jump around and wield the Quirk, even if only a low percentage, with ease.
"Good job Midoriya." Aizawa said, "I'm letting you take part in the Sports Festival." He turned to Present Mic, who was staring with a bit of fear. "You are done Mic, no more training duty." Mic raised a fist in victory, before collapsing down on the chair as his knees gave way. "From now on you are training just with me and Gran Torino. And All Might, if he wants to be around."
Recovery Girl nodded, "No reason to stay around if he isn't going to break himself every time. Though…" She looked at his arm, "Go easy on that arm of yours, you already broke it twice."
Izuku nodded. He wouldn't hurt himself again like that.
Well, not if he could avoid it.
"Good!" All Might cheered, and Gran Torino nodded, before pointing his cane toward Izuku.
"Now, let's see. How much One for All are you using right now, kid? How much can you use while moving?"
Izuku thought a moment, "About three percent? Maybe four?"
"Then we are going to increase that." The elder started to jump around the gym, propelling himself with his Quirk, "Catch me if you can, brat."
Izuku nodded, and jumped after the elderly man.
He didn't notice All Might's proud smile.
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Unknown to Izuku, that same day was very busy for a different person as well.
"You seriously can't send anyone?" Tomura asked Giran. The man took a deep breath off his cigarette, releasing the smoke a moment later and then dropping the cinder in the nearby ashtray, all the time looking not at Shigaraki but past him.
"You need more? I thought your operation was already big enough. You have bagged basically every minor Villain in the Prefecture that is still out of jail."
"That's the problem, I need bigger fishes." He replied, "You don't have anyone that wants a job?"
Giran took another deep breath. "Mh… Most of them want to work for a bigger fish, and you aren't yet. I do know a guy, but he is a bit weird. That good for you?"
"If he is strong enough…" Shigaraki sighed.
"He is strong and he is also pretty useful." Giran grinned, "Don't worry, I will send him in tomorrow or the day after." Giran stood back up, "If you get a bigger rep, let me know. I bet I can get you some pretty scary folks that way, Handjob."
Shigaraki waved the man off, ignoring the amused look thrown his way, and leaned back, grabbing his phone. "Compress, he left. No good. What about the weekend runs?"
"We found them all." The man replied, "Want to meet them?"
"Sure, why not?" He drawled. "Send them in in a couple of days."
"Got it, Handjob."
"You son of a bitch." Shigaraki hung up the phone.
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Wednesday was the day when something unusual happened.
"Uh, guys?" Himiko, the first to leave the class, asked.
"What is it?" Izuku asked.
"We are being invaded." She replied. Curious, Izuku, along with most of the other 1-A students, looked out, to see the corridor was crowded with students. Among them stood out a blonde teen that was laughing wildly.
"Mwahahahah, behold! This is Class 1-A, the class that believes to be the best thanks to a lucky run into some Villains!"
"Believes?" Bakugo asked, already glaring at them.
"Lucky?" Uraraka asked, moving slightly her hair to hide her scar.
"Villains?" Sero asked. Everyone turned to stare at him, "Oh sue me, I wanted to finish that. It feels like I never say anything important in class…"
"Anyway." Himiko turned back around, "Why are you guys blocking the door?"
"We are here to declare war of course!" The blonde shouted.
The crowd started to murmur.
"Wait we are?"
"I thought he said there was free pizza."
"I don't even care about 1-A."
Everyone in the class slowly turned their eyes toward the blonde, that kept laughing hysterically. "… Is he ok?" Izuku finally asked.
"Give it a minute." A guy with black hair and a blue sash around his head said, "When he gets like this Monoma is hard to stop."
"I… See…"
"Uhm." A guy with purple hair that Izuku recognized as Hitoshi Shinso from 1-C stepped forward, talking over the laughter, "I'm also here to declare war on Class 1-A."
"Why?"
"Well, I intend to win and transfer from General Studies to Class 1-A. I'm going to take one of your spots, you'll see." He nodded, "See you Monday, when I will destroy you all." And with that he turned around and walked away.
"Cool." Dark Shadow said, giving him a thumb up.
Monoma kept laughing until Kendo showed up and chopped him in the back of the neck, mumbling something about 'hitting a PC that has frozen'. A large, muscular guy with big lips stepped up to carry his classmate away, offering some candy to Class 1-A as an apology.
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As it turned out, Izuku saw Shinso again the next day. The irony didn't escape the purple-haired teen, who was doing his best to look anywhere but at the Class 1-A Rep and Vice-Rep. Currently, he was busy examining Ojiro's tail, while his blonde friend just did his best to hold back a laugh.
The meeting was meant to be just a general discussion about the plans for the Noonday Break event, and was mandatory for the Representatives of every class.
"What's that?" Himiko asked.
"Basically, a bunch of small games between the second and third phase of the Festival." Kendo replied, "Stuff like Egg and Spoon Race, or Treasure Hunt."
"That sounds boring."
"I think that's why they drop it on us." Shinso muttered, turning to the various students from the Business Course, "Ohi, Business Course, can you just take care of it yourself? It should be up your alley, right?"
"M-Maybe we can-" Hana started, before the others spoke up.
"We aren't just lackeys, you know?!" A guy with round glasses shouted.
"And it's important we share the work!" Another guy, this one with dark blonde hair kept in an odd tower-like shape added.
"Yeah!" A third one said.
"Guys, guys!" Melissa spoke up, "Come on, let's try to work together!" She said cheerfully, "I'm sure we can come up with something fun to do!" She turned to the Business course student, "We should just try to get along, right?"
"Y-Yes, of course." The other people in the Business Course sat back down, blushing a bit, and Melissa smiled. Izuku noticed Himiko roll her eyes, "So we have this game where you have to answer questions with true or false and try to not get eliminated. That one sounds simple enough."
"And we can probably do the Treasure Hunt too. We will just give everyone a list of objects to find and the first that does wins." Kendo continued, "And then…"
The meeting continued in that vein. Izuku chimed in suggesting a baseball game, but the proposal was shut down unanimously – except for Himiko, who agreed immediately – because it would take too long. His second suggestion of a UFO Race, a game in which groups of people would carry a large ball on a track trying to arrive first was thankfully welcomed, though, so that balanced out.
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Friday was Shigaraki's big day. The day when he would see the new underlings selected from his father's past endeavor known as the Villain Factory. He walked into the room, and was welcomed by a nervous salary man, a woman in her late twenties with a bob cut large enough to cover her face, a large bat man with a visor covering most of his head, and a guy with the face of penguin lazily playing with a soccer ball.
"… Kurogiri, give me a drink." He said, the Noumu providing. Shigaraki downed the whole thing, using the alcohol to calm his first instinct of asking who the fuck they were. "Who the fuck are you?"
Dammit, it didn't work.
"Hi." The penguin guy stepped forward, still playing with the ball, "I'm Emperor Yotsuura."
"Is that your Villain name?"
"No, my parents called me Emperor." He said seriously.
"… Alright, I get why you turned Villain. How did you get recruited?"
"I was meeting up with my old friend Batto over there, who had just come out of jail," He pointed at the humanoid bat, that waved, "When your accomplices walked in to recruit him."
"So I asked if he wanted to join and Emperor said yes." Batto added.
"Mostly because I would have burnt him alive otherwise." Dabi replied.
"I would have killed you for that." Batto replied.
"Want to go, Batman?" Dabi asked back, the two glaring at each other.
"Children, please." Compress clapped his hands, taking back everyone's attention, "I'm sure we can all come to an agreement. Take this young lady. She is here to work with us." He put a hand on the woman's shoulder, and in response she glared at him so fiercely he stepped back.
"Don't you dare touch me." She hissed. Then she turned toward Shigaraki, walking closer. "You look terrible."
"I'm a Villain. I have to look terrible."
"No, you have to look terrifying, you idiot. Men, always acting like scary equals unwashed and uncouth. News flash, I'm not scared of you, you look like a NEET with a hands kink."
"I- Why do you even care?"
"I was studying at a university to get a degree in fashion and design. I'm not working for someone that doesn't know what a moisturizer is." She started to examine his hair and hissed, "You need a fucking shower too. The fact you don't have lice is a miracle. A haircut, proper care for your fingernails, something to cover up those scratches on the neck… Fucking hell you will need to get a full cure."
Shigaraki considered the idea of dusting her, then realized that would be a bad move since she was brought in by the Doctor, the only one here with a few braincells besides him and the Master. He sighed, defeated, dropping down on the closest chair.
The chair hissed angrily and threw him off, on the floor.
Shigaraki jumped back up as the chair turned toward him, glaring with a pair of yellow eyes. "Oh, so that's where Monster Cat went." The salaryman said.
"What the fuck is that?!" Shigaraki shouted.
"That's Monster Cat. It's a cat with a Quirk that allows him to possess objects. Without Trigger, a chair is about the maximum size he can control." Compress informed him, "He is also a new underling."
Shigaraki looked at the hissing chair and groaned.
Fuck his life.
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The following three days were really a blur. Training took most of the time, but on Sunday afternoon he agreed with his Mom and Dad that he should at least try to spend that time resting to be in top shape the following day.
"Alright son!" His mother said that night, showing him his dinner, "I made some extra katsudon to give you the energy you will need!"
Izuku stared at the dishes on the table, and immediately sat down. If he was worried his nerves would hinder his eating of his mom's katsudon, he was wrong. The pork cutlets quickly vanished in his mouth, along with the rice and condiments. Really, this was the best.
"Tomorrow we are going to be watching together." Hisashi said, "I took a day off just for it."
"That's great." Izuku said.
"And Izuku." His father looked at him, and Izuku looked back up, "I know you are supposed to be getting an Internship from this event. Do you want me to ask our Heroes to…"
"No." Izuku answered, "I will get an Internship on my own. Thanks dad."
His father chuckled, "That's great, Izuku, but I wanted to know if I have to ask our Heroes to avoid sending you a request. I figured you'd say that."
"… Oh."
"I'll just take that as a yes." He said, looking amused, "Son, give me a little credit, I know you well enough."
Izuku nodded. Yakuza or not, his dad was his dad. That much didn't change.
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Yeah, so, the week had been pretty busy, but it had also flown by faster than Izuku expected. The proof was that, right now, he was standing stiffly in front of the door that led to the Arena, waiting for the signal along with the other classmates. He tugged on the neck of his Gym Uniform.
"Nervous?" Masutaro asked.
"You aren't, Masuchan?" Izuku asked.
"I don't have to make a speech in front of everyone, and no one cares how I do today." Masutaro replied with a shrug. Izuku glanced at him, and he smiled, his hand touching his shoulder, "Come on Izukun, I saw you taking notes for it. Don't worry, you will blow them all out of the water."
"I-I hope so." Izuku replied, and then Himiko popped up next to him on the opposite side.
"Don't worry Izuku, it won't be just strangers watching you today! You know, dad says everyone in the League will be watching this today." She lowered her voice, "My brother is even coming to see it live with some of his grunts."
"A-Ah, that's reassur... Wait, he is? How is he getting past the controls?"
"Well…"
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"Ticket please." The tired guard said. He was actually a police officer in disguise, trying to make sure no one without IDs, tickets and everything else could make it in the spectators' stand. There were Heroes everywhere, so he thought that was dumb, considering a Villain would have to be crazy or suicidal to try that. Then again, a lot of Villains were crazy and suicidal, so maybe it wasn't that dumb.
"Of course." The man he was looking at right now had grey hair pulled back in an elegant way. They had been clearly recently trimmed. As his Quirk, Mask Searcher, that allowed him to see someone's face behind makeup and other small covers, assured him his face had been treated with moisturizers and some foundation to hide a scar on his lip and some prominent eye bags, to which the dark shades added, but nothing that could make him appear completely different from his usual looks. He was dressed in a casual yet not inelegant way, with a long-sleeved button-up white shirt, black pants and a tie kept perfectly in order, and walked upright, with a confident pose.
He grabbed his ID and ticket and examined them. Nothing out of the ordinary there either. "Shimura Togaraki." He read out loud, "Weird name."
"I have a weird dad." The man replied, and the guard chuckled. Fair enough. "Alright, you can pass. Next…"
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Tomura Shigaraki turned a corner and sighed, looking at his own appearance in the mirror. That witch! She had turned him in… in some sort of NPC model! Where the fuck was his personality! He was supposed to scare people, not make them think 'Oh, look at how cool that guy is'! He didn't give a shit about all that!
Unfortunately, the woman called Hina, besides insulting every man within hearing distance, was also adamant that if he was supposed to go outside and not look like a Villain he had to get more than a hoody and a face mask.
"You can dress-up like a trash can for all I care while on the job – though I'd like a boss with at least some stile – but the point of a secret identity is that people can't tell at a glance you are the same person, you got it?"
"And you think people won't figure out who I am just because I look like a 'well-adjusted member of society'?"
"Yes. Yes I do. That's the further thing existing from' she snickered, 'Handjob. You are going to walk out of here completely clean and with a good posture or not at all. I really hope not at all."
Hina – that was the witch's name – had filled a basin with water and slammed his head down. Unfortunately, the basin had turned out to be a sleeping Monster Cat that had promptly ran away, scared by the sudden water, meaning Tomura had only been slammed face-first into the table, almost breaking his nose.
She had laughed.
And then Hina had recovered the basin, dunked his face in the water and scrubbed his head clean with no mercy. The fact that Tomura had a shower and could have washed there went completely ignored. He was sure she enjoyed his squirming. She was also keeping him underwater suspiciously long.
'Fucking yandere bitch.' He thought. The girl had a crush for a woman she knew from university, a crush she was still holding on and that had cost her first her university enrollment when they kicked her out for drugging several people and then a restraining order, but she still insisted the woman had to share her feelings. 'Some people really live in their own reality.' the future heir of All for One thought with a grimace.
He watched the rest of his group walk in. The plan today was splitting up, with his group watching the First Years, a second group watching the Second Years, and a final group for the Third Years.
All of the Villains had used Willy, the appearance modifying Noumu, to change enough to pass scrutiny. Of course, he had only taken those that had a more anonymous appearance to begin with. Sharp Blade took a look at his blonde, messy hair and sighed.
"This is humiliating." He said, "I look like Goldilocks."
"Tell me about it." Oxy-Man replied, his now black hair held in a long ponytail.
Tomura rolled his eyes, wondering yet again why he even bothered keeping those idiots around. Complaining just because they had to change their DNA and appearance slightly to pass controls. He had to wash his hair, for crying out loud! Some people were so self-centered.
The rest of the Villains followed suit, and they walked up to the seats.
Tomura looked around in disgust and contempt at the people sitting around, stupid sheep that thought the society they lived in was perfect and clean, ignoring the ugly side of the world.
"Dude, you are grinding your teeth together." Tesla whispered. The muscular man had changed the least, Willy just changing his hair and eye color to red, since his face had been covered with a mask at the USJ.
"I know…" He muttered, looking at the field. This was going to be a long fucking day.
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"… And finally, Class I, J and K for the Business Department!" Midnight concluded, and Izuku watched nervously the last three classes trickle in, standing further from the stage. It made sense. The Hero Course had to prove themselves, General Studies had students that wanted to prove themselves to get a chance to join the Hero Course – he glanced at Shinso, who stubbornly looked away – and Support had people that wanted to show off their gear. But the Business Course really had no reason to show off at the Sports Festival.
"Midoriya, I wanted to tell you something." A voice called from his left, and he turned around to see Shoto Todoroki leaning slightly toward him. The student muttered something, but Izuku didn't catch it.
"What?" He whispered back, keeping an eye on the stage to make sure he wouldn't miss his cue to go on stage.
"I said, that I think I'm objectively stronger." The boy said, just a bit louder. Izuku noticed a few other 1-A students glancing at them with a puzzled look, "And All Might has…" His voice lowered, and Izuku couldn't hear any more.
"What did you say?" He asked again.
Todoroki took a deep breath, "I said I think All Might has his eyes on you. I wanted to tell you earlier but you were surrounded by your girlfriend and your friend, that seemed odd." He looked towards him, "I will b-"
"And now, the Class Representative of Class 1-A and the student placed first in the Entrance Exam, Izuku Midoriya, will take the stage!"
Izuku stiffened, "Sorry Todoroki, can we talk about it later?" He whispered before rushing toward the stage.
"Wait, I need to-" Todoroki started, but Izuku was already stepping toward the stage, walking stiffly to take the microphone and staring at the crowd. He felt everyone's eyes on him, and glanced at the crowd.
"Uhm… I'm Izuku Midoriya." He said, before mentally slapping himself in the face. Yes, they knew that already, "And the Athlete's Oath…"
'Imagine everyone naked.' Nagant's voice resonated in his head. He glanced at the crowd.
His female classmates.
Himiko.
Ok, no, that was a terrible plan. He focused on the speech he had written.
"Ahem. T-Two weeks ago, UA was attacked. However, we weren't afraid." 'Bullshit, I was terrified.' "We weren't afraid because we knew that we would win. We weren't afraid because we know, and we have always known, that Heroes will always win. We are Heroes, all of us. And we will go beyond the expectations. We will prove to any Villains that UA is strong. That UA's students are strong. No one died that day, no one was forced to retire from the school, and that was despite all the odds seeming against us. Because we are going to be Heroes, and a Hero always saves everyone." He smiled, lost in his own speech, "Today, we take our first public step toward becoming Heroes. Toward Supporting Heroes. Toward helping Heroes do their best. Whichever Course you took, make sure today is a day you will never forget." He looked up, and the crowd seemed to be waiting for a closing remark.
Oh god, what did they want... Please Kaina help.
'If you don't know what to say just say…'
"Go Plus Ultra!"
The crowd cheered, both from the stands and, to his surprise, from his classmates. His shyness rushed back into him, and he stood frozen in front of the mic for a second, before Midnight complimented him while discreetly pushing him away toward the stairs like a wooden doll.
"Excellent speech Midoriya!" Iida shouted, his hands chopping the hair in various ways, "You really showed all of Japan the resolve of UA to raise the best Heroes in the world."
"Yeah, great job Izukun!" Mustard said, "I told you you would ace this."
"Indeed." Hiryu Rin commented from nearby, nodding sagely, "A speech that says a lot about you, Midoriya. Mostly very good things."
'Oh god what does he think I meant?' He wondered, but then his eyes moved to the screen that was announcing the results.
-x-
"Did he just shit talk us?" Oxy-Man muttered.
"He fucking did." Tesla replied, "You ok Tomura?"
Tomura was fuming. "Yes." He managed to say through gritted teeth, "Yes, I'm fine." 'Or I will be when I fucking pulverize his brain.'
-x-
"My babyyyyyyyy!" Inko shouted, tears already rolling down her eyes, Hisashi hugging her. This was a proof of true love if there ever was any, given that Hisashi's clothes were quite expensive, and she was absolutely soaking them with her tears, most likely leaving some very expensive damage.
Honestly, he had never asked, but it was probably some secondary mutation Inko had.
He watched his son prepare himself as the event was rolled. 'Good luck Izuku. Make me proud.'
-x-
"Want to bet who goes further in the tournament of their respective years?" Maguma asked, "My daughter or yours?"
"That's a fool's bet, your daughter is in Heroics, mine is in Business." Isana replied.
"That sounds like Chicken Talk." Maguma said, "Cluck cluck cluck cluck." He chanted, his arms mimicking a bird's wings.
"I hate you…" Isana grumbled.
Nene rolled her eyes. Children, all of them.
-x-
"Woooo! Let's go kid!" Kaina shouted. Nedzu had invited her to the Arena, but she really didn't feel like spending time surrounded by so many people so soon, so she was alone at her home, watching the Festival from TV. She didn't really care about it, but she did want to see how Izuku would do.
Also, beers and sports events fit well together.
-x-
"A good speech." All for One nodded, "I see he has the same talent as his father for this. Now, Doctor, is everything ready?"
"Yes sir. I have all of Tomura's underlings keeping an eye on the various event. The moment they spot a strength-based Quirk, they will tell us."
All for One nodded. "Good."
"May I ask though why we are watching the First Years? The most likely candidate is Mirio Togata from Third Year."
"I just want to make sure my daughter and her fiancée do well, Doctor. The Green Valley Clan is certainly keeping their eyes on this Event."
The Doctor pretended to agree, as the first Event was announced.
-x-
"Alright Tenya!" Tensei shouted, as the first Event was revealed to be a Heroic Obstacle Race. He had seen UA pull something similar before, even if deeming it Heroic was new.
"Sir, we found the track." One of his sidekicks reported. Tensei Iida, the Pro Hero Ingenium, nodded.
"Alright, I'll be there in five." He said, "Tonight, I'm going to celebrate with my brother."
And Tensei Iida rushed out of the van, speeding through the streets.
They had spotted Stain. Now it was time to capture him.
-x-
"Readyyyyyy… Go!" Midnight shouted, and Izuku rushed forward.
The Sports Festival had begun.
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Alright, Sports Festival is a go! How many chapters will it take? I mean I have an idea but I don't 100% trust it so I won't say.
Tomura has new underlings, and they are all from Vigilante. Don't believe me? ... Wow I'm hurt but I understand. Either way yes, Emperor Yotsuura, Hina and Batto Yobayakawa are all characters from My Hero Academia Illegals: Vigilante, the spin-off. I really suggest giving it a read (Wait I said the same thing last week? Eh, whatever, I don't get to shill Vigilante nearly enough).
Hina is clearly challenging Inko for the title of strongest in the verse, she even managed to make Shigaraki presentable.
Yeah as a fun fact, I had a good laugh when last week a comment mentioned different 'skins' for the LoV undercover observation and I was like 'sure, here is casual Shigaraki'.
As for Izuku, he had a good week. Busy, but nothing bad.
... Oh god what is gonna happen at this sports festival?