Chapter 15
Carlos' POV:
"Okay class, listen up. This will probably the most intense two weeks you will have in your entire time as- Who am I kidding, trying to pump you up? In two weeks the Sports Festival is gonna happen. You better start training in different types of things if you want to win." Welp, everyone was cheering when they heard about the Sports Festival. You're not really into competing that much so you're gonna sleep this one away. "If you performed poorly, you'll be sent to General Studies in exchange of a student with potential there."
"How do you always motherfuckin' know how to motivate me into competing?"
"I don't. This is just a school thing. Anyways, you better train up if you wanna stay. Other than that, pop quiz." The cheers successfully evolved into groans. For the most part at least. How the fuck can you even train your quirk? Stab yourself with a fuckin' sword? Commit sudoku? "Hey Izubro, you don't happen to know how to train on my quirk, right?"
"W-well, unfortunately, there's no straight way to strengthen yourself through your quirk. I-If I were you, I'd be training with my fighting style. Preferably with someone who also relies on hand-to-hand combat other than their quirks." Huh, he does have a point. You wonder who could have used their skills more than raw power here. Your eyes wondered around who could possibly do that then you finally locked in on someone who does. Dregan.
Dregan's POV:
That clown is looking at you weird. Is he trying to target you? Maybe it's because your quirkless. You really don't like people who got that type of prejudice. All it takes is one rubber bullet to the geni- "Yo." Woah, you just heard that in your thoughts. The clown is waving at you. "What do you want? You got anything against me?"
"Nah, look we got a few time to talk. I got Nellia to connect our minds together for a short. Thanks, Nellia!"
"No problem."
"Any motherfuckin' ways. I kinda need a sparring partner."
"A punching bag for your quirk?"
"A sparring partner. I don't need no punching bag. I ain't against quirkless motherfuckers. Hell, my best friend used to be quirkless. 'Till he got that really overpowered quirk n' shit like that. Look, there's no real way to fuckin' improve my quirk so I might as well hone my fightin' style. Since you only got your guns to rely on, I figure you might also know a lot about fightin' without 'em. Can you spar with me? Please? See? I even said please."
Huh, seems like he's got no problem with you being quirkless after all. You might as well spar with him.
"After school, at the dorm's gym."
"Ah man, thanks."
"Which reminds me, can you also teach me how to fight?"
"Nellia, what the motherfuck, you've been listenin' this whole time?"
"Yeah, now that I think about it, I'm pretty useless without my Power Suit."
"I'll teach you some basics. Hopefully, you'll also work out with that."
"I needed to work out if I want to fit in my power suit. This training is gonna be easy."
After school…
"This training is SO HARD." You literally just did a simple judo flip on her. It can't hurt that bad, right? "Hey, you're the one who wanted to train, Nellia."
"Come on, you can tryna' motherfuckin' keep up with us, can ya?"
"How about I just watch you two spar for a bit while I take a break?" Seems fair. You might as well do what you're supposed to do with Carlos.
"Anytime you're ready, Carlos."
"Wanna ring the bell?" You might as well play along. "Alright then. Ding Ding!"
He starts rushing at you as you dodge and he tripped. Wow. Wait, no. He pretended to trip so he can grab the ground and do a leg sweep to try and knock you off your footing. Clever bastard. You quickly jumped up to dodge and delivered an axe kick to which the clown dodged as he did some capoeira shit. "You're pretty good. You seriously still think you need to spar with me?" You said as you block one of his single handed hand stand kicks. That kinda hurts. Maybe you should dodge more and only block when there's no other way. This, however, left you open to another kick to the face. A shin to the face to be exact. You had no time feeling dazed as you grabbed his leg while he's doing a handstand and punched him in the balls. "Motherfuck. So me and Frey ain't the only ones playin' dirty? You can take a hit like a boss, too." You and Nellia were laughing at him as he clutched his manhood. You may have punched it harder than you're supposed to. "Hey, if you're trying to be the first quirkless hero, you can't really afford to play by the rules. That's why I use guns. Even Rocket and Grenade Launchers. I'm pretty sure I'm legally allowed to use them."
"Pretty sure?" Nellia is right to doubt you. "Eh, questionable stuff happens."
"The nature of my motherfuckin' quirk is questionable. Like, seriously, clowns and bards from any type of literature including fanfiction. I could make a fanfiction of a clown or bard with god like powers and I could use that. I think one Lord of Time is enough though. I could also use Rox since he's technically part of a story now."
"Is that why you play DnD?"
"Nah, I play it cause it's fun. I remember that one time me and my bro tried climbin' up a mountain while pushing me in my grand piano only to fail spectacularly." You all chuckled at that. "Hey, bruh, if ya don't mind me askin'; did people treat you like shit because you ain't got no quirk? You don't have to answer that, ya know. I will totally not use that against you when we fight. No promises."
You just sighed. Of course, one of Carlos' fighting style is to mess with his opponent's mind. Trying to know which buttons to push to get them to lose control and give him an opening to win. Admirable and disgusting at the same time. "They told me to give up. I didn't. Look who's in the hero course now?"
"Damn, that's the best long story short I ever heard. Don't think about invading his mind, Nellia. I technically have power over you when Natalya and Art ain't around." You heard a very audible 'aw'. "Thanks for telling her off, Carlos. Now, Nellia, are you ready for some more lessons?"
"I'm pretty sure you wouldn't take no as an answer."
"Pretty sure?"
"Touche." It was a productive night, really.
2 weeks later… *record scratch and shit like that*. Okay, you know what? I don't know how to make a fucking training montage. Like seriously, what am I supposed to say? They do this or do that to the tune of Eye of the Tiger? Fuck no. So yeah, let's just skip straight to the Sports Festival. Actually, no. That's not it. I might add something that could be beneficial at the future. The future in which semi-canon would get into this fucking story. Yeah. Only beneficial to my characters. Insert Evil Laugh Here.
Izuku's POV:
Tomorrow will be a big day for everyone. KoVA's Sports Festival, but first. "Hey Carlos, wanna watch UA's Sports Festival?" Everyone suddenly perks up at what you said. "Sports Festival at UA?" Frey asks.
"You don't know that? It's said to have taken over the olympics now."
"Is zat what the Japanese told you, Green Man?" asks Arnold.
"I'm Japanese. I'm pretty sure that's that they've been saying."
"WAAHAHAHAHA, No no no, Green Man. They just say zat as an AD. Broadcasting their Sports Festival would be their greatest weakness. I heard their principal is very smart but not smart enough to not broadcast ze Hero Student's quirks for everyone to watch." Arnold does have a point. Villains could be watching them. "Well, too bad for those motherfuckers. Izubro, get data on them. Their weaknesses, strengths, and other shit like that. You never motherfuckin' know when you need them." Everyone just looks at you at that point. You are physically shrinking at this point. Not literally.
"Let me see that notebook of yours." You shakily handed them over to Edward whose eyes grow wider the longer he reads them. "You are a madman. I approve of your analysis notebooks, peasant."
"T-thanks. Only C-Carlos were okay with them back then."
"Then the other people were fools. Ironically more so than our clown. No offense."
"None motherfuckin' taken."
"Welp, who wants to place bets?" Everyone perks up. You looked at the competitors. "I b-bet on Bakugou Katsuki."
"Wait, seriously bruh? You bettin' on him?"
"I hate to say it but he has the most chance to make it at the top 3."
And so all of you watched the Sports Festival. It's filled with surprises. What you noticed though is Endeavor's kid's ice is coming from his right side. That must've mean he's not using his left side which may obviously be his fire side. That's how he lost against Bakugou at the first round of the fighting tournaments. As that happened, you immediately lost the bets on the second round when the purple haired kid defeated Bakugou. It seems to you that this one may have a Mind Control quirk since he told Bakugou to walk out of bounds. "Told ya, Blasty won't win. His fuckin' rage is gonna be his downfall."
"I-I guess you're right. I still want to admit how happy I am with how he lost so easily."
"Damn motherfuckin' right. That purple motherfucker just earned my respect. He ain't even in the hero course because of that bullshit ass robots only test they got in UA. Hope he gets to the fuckin' course by bein' in the top."
The final round, however, is over really quickly. The girl with a vine hair quirk easily entangled the purple kid's mouth and body and just gently placed him out of bounds. This may have been your biggest challenge yet as you took notes on every kid's quirks. It took you about 7 notebooks to do all of them minus Bakugou. With that, the winner of the UA's Sports Festival was the Vine Girl with the second placer being Purple kid and the third placer being a kid with a bird head and apparently some guy who forfeited due to family reasons. Weird. Bakugou didn't even make it to the top 3. It feels rather, refreshing.
"That Vine Girl seems familiar to me." Carlos is thinking as he strokes his chin. Seems like he remembered and looked like he started glowing. "Oh now I remember! She's the same girl who saved Blasty Mcsplody from the Slime Guy back when you were unconscious."
"W-What? He's been attacked by a villain and you didn't say anything?"
"Not like you'll miss him."
"But I wanted to do some notes about the Slime Guy and his quirk."
"Oh. My bad. Kinda forgot about it since you were out for some time." You just sighed. "Forget it. I could just look it up later."
Tomorrow...
That being said, now's your time to shine in your Sports Festival. You are pumped as hell. Actually nah. You're nervous to death. You don't know what the hell's gonna happen at this point. On your way to the stadium you did manage to meet with Class 1B. To be more accurate, their class president and vice president.
"DOLPH! MY FRIEND!" screams your resident German. He seems happy to see the class 1B's president. "Ah, yes. It's very good to see you, Arnold." Dolph had an undercut and what looks like a boot camp uniform. His armband was at his left side. "How's Art Class for you, my friend?"
"Hey Arnold, who's this friend of yours?" asks your own class president. There weren't really any meetings between class officers yet. "Oh, zis is Dolph Lither. He's my Austrian friend. I am not allowed to tell you his quirk due to this being a competition."
"Oh, such a good friend. I might as well leave a hint. It has something to do with gas."
"Am I the only one making weird connections right now?" Frey asks. You don't really know what he's tal- oh wait, now you know. This is mildly creepy. "What?" asks Dolph. "Nothing." The entire class except Arnold says since they quickly figured out what Frey was saying. "Any motherfuckin' ways. Who's the vice right here?"
"Oh, he is Jam. Short for Jonathan Ainsley Mavericks."
"It is nice to meet you all." This guy took a bow. "I would expect you to not hold back on us and give us an honorable fight."
"Okay, I have a feeling this motherfucker wouldn't like me."
"Why is that?"
"Well, my fighting style is dirty as fuck. That's all I could say though." Jam merely chuckled.
"Do not worry. Victory itself is admirable no matter how it is achieve." And then he left. "Wow. This guy took it well."
"Vell, we better hurry. We don't vant to be late for this one." Natalya ushers all of you towards the stadium. The speech from the referee, Soul Mark, your Math teacher, is not really lively to say the least. You're pretty sure Carlos fell asleep while standing up and is now lightly snoring. Some people are also staring. "Mr. Curdo, please wake up." Soul Mark says. You nudged him awake as he yawned. "Wha-? Is the boring speech over yet?" That kinda upset Soul Mark. "Why don't you give a speech then?" Oh no. You know it's gonna be bad if Carlos had to make a speech. Every time you do public speaking back in Middle School, he never memorizes anything. He just makes it up as he goes. He even preached about some sort of 'Mirthful Messiahs' that one time. The teachers even fell for it. Every. Single. Time.
"Eh fuck it. Okay, then." He walks up the stadium. You're sweating on what he might say.
"Uh… You already motherfuckin' know what's up with this shit. Some Gen Studies guys want to be all up and get to the motherfuckin' hero course. You better do your best if you wanna get the fuck in. I'm sure as hell the guys that did get in were doin' their best. You gotta face a fuckin' wall first though. That wall is made up of pure MOTHERFUCKIN' STEEL, TITANIUM, AND OTHER FUCKIN' METAL THAT CONSISTS OF CLASS 1A AND CLASS 1B. WE'RE THE MOTHERFUCKERS THAT Y'ALL GONNA HAVE TO FUCKIN' CROSS. LEMME TELL YOU WHAT, I DON'T FUCKIN' KNOW WHAT THE MOTHERFUCKIN' COCKSUCKIN' FUCK I'M SAYIN' RIGHT NOW BUT YOU BETTER BELIEVE THAT WE AIN'T BACKIN' DOWN THIS EASY TO LET YOU MOTHERFUCKERS GET A FREE PASS. YOU FUCKIN' WANT IN? YOU GRAB IT OFF OUR FUCKIN' HANDS, BITCHES." You know what? That speech was pretty decent. That is to say…
"Good fucking job, Carlos. You got half the classes on our asses." Yep, there's the usual Frey and his complaints. "Calm down, chico. Be happy that we're having a challenge."
"Okay you know what, Mr Curdo? I'll give you props. Just remember, screaming into the microphone doesn't mean it's gonna get people hyped up. Other than that, let's start with our first event!" Some jackspot slot began to rise up the ground as it starts rolling. It's still rolling. It's still rolling. Yep, it's not gonna end any time soon. It's still- oh wait, now it's slowing down aaaaannndddd…
"CHARIOT RACE"
"Ah shit." Ah shit indeed, Jolena, Ah shit indeed.
"Well, it looks like the Sports Festival is at a great start. It says that the Chariot Race hasn't been done for over 10 years now! This is your announcer, Memory Eater and with me today is the Principal, Lancelot. Good to have you here, my friend."
"It seems this year is gonna have some interesting line up, don't you think, Eat?"
"Looks to me that my boy just got everyone pumped and made himself a living target. Always the entertainer, he is."
"As for how the chariot's gonna work, Soul Mark will be explaining it."
"The chariot requires a team consisting of three persons. They got 10 minutes to modify their chariots with the child friendly tools provided to them right over at that spot." Soul Mark points towards a mountain of junk which was totally there before. "After modifying, you'll be going for 5 kilometers around the entire course back to that end of the stadium right there. First 45 goes on to the next round. The only rules of this race is obviously no killing and no teleportation of people.. You're free to do anything as long as no one gets killed and it would be boring if you just teleport to the exit."
You're gonna need Carlos and Natalya for this one. "Hey Carlos, wanna join me?"
"You already know I would, Izubro. Who's the third one?"
"Natalya."
"Well it's too late for that." Carlos says as he looks at Natalya who was teaming up with Emma and Arnold. Weird Combo. Nonetheless, you're gonna have to readjust. You've been brainstorming on who to ask until Carlos nudges you to get your attention. "What is it, Carlos?" He didn't say anything and just points to Dregan who doesn't seem to have any teammates. "Ya know, we could use some guns right now." You know what? Guns would be great right now as some sort of 'get off me' tools.
You walk towards Dregan and got his attention. "H-Hey, Dregan. Wanna join Carlos and I?" He seems relieved when you invited him to your team. "Sure. Not like anyone wants to team up with me anyway."
"In a sense, I feel you. Never really got my quirk until a few months ago."
"Cool. Wish I was a late bloomer like you. What are we gonna do against the other guys?"
"Well." Carlos decides this is a good time to barge in. "We need your guns, and a duct tape." Duct tape?
10 minutes later…
"So this is what the duct tape is for, Carlos? You're just gonna do this to my guns. Attach them to the chariot."
"Hey, we also got spikes in our wheels and I also know how to give us a headstart."
"Care to explain?"
"Nah. Just trust me."
"Fine then." What's Carlos thinking now. Your chariot was at the very front along with five others which belong to your other classmates.
"Would everyone please pay attention to the timer! The moment it hits zero is the moment you start running with your horses!" Everyone was looking at the timer. Well, except Carlos. He seems to be rather focused on something. The timer is nearing zero and you're feeling pretty anxious.
3...
2...
1...
Your chariot dashed out the gates the moment it hits zero. "WHAT THE FUCK!" You heard Frey scream as you look back only to see that there were rocks blocking everyone's wheels except yours.
"Did you teach him to do that, Eat?"
"No, he just so happens to learn this stuff on his own. Look, he's even laughing at everyone."
"You should really teach him a little bit of manners."
"Well, it didn't say he wasn't allowed to do that."
"Fair enough, then."
"HAHAHAHA! SAYONARA NI-"
{- To Be Continued
That last line seems pretty fuckin' stupid. Either way, I didn't say the full word so you can't fault me on that. Welp. This is the start of the SPORTS Festival. A fuckin' chariot. Because Chariots are awesome. And because I wanted to make a chariot race really badly. The next chapter is still in development since I'm still tryng to figure out wtf to do on the second event.
At this point, I feel like I'm actually trying. This sin't even supposed to be a serious fic. Just a fuckin' thing I dream about for a week and I needed it off my head. Anyways, make sure to leave a like and subscribe. Oh and for the love of everything why you gotta make me do most of Class 1B's quirks alone. Anyways, thanks for actually reading this shit.
To Nox Arcana: Yeah and Carlos' first name is obviously another reference to Homestuck. Probably what you could say is semi-subtle. Good for you to notice though.
