Todokori and Iida got second and third. The two of them didn't look at Izuku for more than a second as they darted through the gate, sweating and breathily heavily. The Cavalry Battle was the following form of competition in the Sports Festival. As Izuku listened, he couldn't help but feel the hundreds of eyes that burned into his back. He didn't feel bad about winning. After all, the whole point of the Sports Festival was to try your hardest. He was going to be the strongest he could be. If other people felt bad, wouldn't that be more of their problem than his own? Even if he had stood still, he was adamant that Plot Armor would have done something to allow him to win. He preferred to act with Plot Armor than against it. Actually, now that he was thinking about it, he should have given his Quirk a better name. Plot Armor felt impersonal. His quirk seemed alive at times… Maybe he should write some names down when he could get a chance—.

"-The winner of the race will receive a ten-million-point headband!" Present Mic's boomed over the speakers, causing Midoriya to turn pale. "IZUKU MIDORIYA HAS TEN MILLION POINTS—AND WILL BE THE TARGET TO BEAT IN THIS COMPETITION!"

The burning sensation in Midoriya's back increased significantly. He turned to see venomous looks in nearly everyone's eyes. Even a cold look from Uraraka glanced at him before aiming towards her feet. Since he had utterly dominated, it would be a miracle if he was not alone in this battle.
"I need four other people…" He muttered to himself. "Otherwise, there's no way I can win this game–I mean, I could fly around, but that would take a lot out of me… I haven't practiced flying for any longer than a few minutes, since I'm so fast–endurance wasn't really an issue… After all that I said to Iida—I can't fail now. A hero stays true to their word… I probably could have been a lot kinder to my classmates. I've been too arrogant about my power." He winced as he remembered the words he spoke. "I probably sounded like Kacchan."

"Don't worry, Izu." The young hero's eyes widened as he heard a voice inside his head. It was a calm, feminine voice. "Have I ever let you down before?"

Midoriya slapped his mouth shut, trying not to scream at his apparent insanity. "What is—!"

"LET THE GAMES BEGIN, LITTLE LISTENERS! PICK YOUR TEAMS AND WE'LL THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD!"

"A VOICE INSIDE MY HEAD?! I NEED TO PICK MEMBERS AND—" He spun his head frantically around, sweating as he watched the group dissipate into groups of five. "WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO!" Suddenly, he felt his knees hit the ground. Panic attack. He hadn't had one since he was a kid. This was bad. He gripped the grass, pulling it from the dirt.

The female voice hummed a bit in his head. He really was going insane. "Calm down, Izu… I've got this!" Power immediately pulsed from his body and into the ground, creating large dirt pillars. Izuku looked up, seeing them. His Plot Armor was almost acting like Cemtoss's Quirk! "Almost there—" Without a second thought, the voice seemed to take control of his body and form the dirt pillars into life-sized versions of himself! Four dirt, golem-like Midoriyas stared down at him from the ground.
"Am I going crazy?" He thought to himself, "Did you just use my Quirk?"

"Silly, Izu, I am your Quirk. I am Your Plot Armor! You can call me Yoroi!"

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