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Shirou's breaths were short and shallow, his grip on Torashinai firm despite the sheen of sweat that covered his body. His vision and hearing were hazy at best, Ojiro looking very little like the human Shirou knew him to be. Thankfully he was able to distinguish between him and the background which helped, epsecially as he ducked beneath the kick that had shot past where his head was only moments prior. From his crouching position, Shirou poured shaky strength into his legs, able to utilize the leap to avoid Ojiro's follow up strike. With the tail strike avoided and Ojiro's back open, Shirou lashed out with a thrust, striking Ojiro square in the back of his right shoulder.

Shirou landed, just capable of maintaining his footing as Ojiro struggled with the blow having knocked him forward. Turning around as quickly as he could, Ojiro raised his arms to block his face from the follow up strike that was coming. Or at least should have been coming. Slowly Ojiro lowered his guard, shocked that Shirou hadn't followed up on the clear opening that had been there for him. Instead, the swordsman had remained where he had stood, seemingly content to take those few extra seconds to try and recover from whatever was ailing him.

Realizing that he still had to make use of the advantage that was available to him, Ojiro moved forward once again, darting from side to side to try and gain some sort of surprise against Shirou. Darting to Shirou's left, Ojiro struck out at Shirou's exposed ribs only for Torashinai to be brought up and to strike the exposed limb, knocking it off target. Off balance once more, Ojiro could only flounder about and brace himself as Shirou's foot rocketed up and struck him in the arm with almost enough strength to knock him off of his feet.

The follow up blow was.

Ojiro bounced off the ground, quickly getting back to his feet and raising his guard to protect his face only for Torashinai's pommel to be driven into his abdomen. The air having been swiftly knocked out of him, Ojiro couldn't help but double over. "You...always guard your face," said Shirou softly, between heavy breaths. "You don't look...at where the blow...is going to land."

Ojiro could only respond with a groan of frustration as he took a couple of quick steps back to try and gain some kind of distance between himself and Shirou only to find the tip of Torashinai held against his neck. It was a position which was common in Shirou's training sessions, a symbolic motion that the student had been defeated and to take what they had learnt as they moved to the back of the line to prepare to try again. There was no line though, it was just the two of them, standing with the world watching.

It was a defiant move, one that would garner him quite a bit of attention due to pure grit and determination in the face of adversity. As Ojiro turned his head up to look at Shirou, his hand slowly came up and pushed the weapon away from his body.

He would not give up with so many people watching. True heroes didn't give up, no matter what challenge they were confronted them. Straightening himself to see the look of approval Shirou was sending him assured him that he had done the right thing. Even if the consequential beatdown would result in him somewhat humiliated in front of such a large audience, his heart and soul was in the right place.

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Midoriya watched from his seat amongst his peers as Ojiro was stretchered out of the arena with Shirou having been announced the winner. There was little fanfare from those in attendance, having not really enjoyed having watched such a one sided affair, despite how much heart Ojiro had shown during the fight. While Ojiro had been fighting til the bitter end against all the odds, Shirou had been deliberately taking his time, the bout nearly taking the whole fifteen minutes of allotted time.

Midoriya had been taking notes, or as much as he could throughout the battle. Previous pages had far more details regarding the other battles that had taken place. There just really wasn't much that he could say about the fight that wasn't common knowledge at this point. Credit did have to be given to Ojiro though, his willpower to fight to the very end was admirable despite the fact that his chances of victory were minimal from the beginning.

The next bout would likely be more entertaining visually than the one sided affair that had just taken place. That being said, this fight would likely also be one sided, Bakugo having been merciless in his original bout against Ashido. The acid quirk wielding teenager had fought valiantly but there was just too much of a difference in destructive power. Now Bakugo would be competing against Kirishima. Despite the fact that the two of them had been on the same team during the cavalry battle, Midoriya knew that Kaa-chan wouldn't go easy against his former teammate.

That being said, Kirishima's sturdy body would be able to remain strong against Bakugo's explosive power. It was just a question of whether or not Kirishima's hardening quirk would be capable of withstanding the storm that was coming his way for long enough of a time to mount something of a comeback. They had learnt recently that Kirishima's defensive strength was not as great as he had once believed.

Shirou had been able to break such a formidable defence with only the wooden training sword that he had just defeated Ojiro with. Midoriya could not even bring himself to mention the name of the weapon that had bludgeoned the entirety of his class time and time again.

That was something that Midoriya had written in another book back at his house. One which he knew he couldn't fill with any other details considering how much there was still likely to come.

Shirou's weapons.

On every left page was the drawing, or in some cases multiple drawings of the weapons that Shirou had brought into reality through the use of his quirk. When he had mentioned names of certain weapons, it never sounded as if he had bestowed said weapons with the names himself. They had been named beforehand, by their original owner.

It was such a weird thing to think about.

To prove Shirou's quirk, not that he doubted him in the first place, Midoriya had looked through the National Museum's database and had found an image of one of Masamune's blades. More specifically, the identical katana that Shirou had crafted on the bus before the villain attack. He was able to garner a huge amount of details from the database to the point where that page was filled to brim with notes about the weapon itself.

Other weapons had produced far less information. The giant stone blade that Shirou had crafted in his battle against the older student who had battled naked (a sight Midoroya believed he would never be able to get out of his mind). Rough notes and mere speculation was all that Midoriya could conjure and the facts were likely far from what he had put down. While Shirou was able to utilize such a weapon in the way he had, the original user had to be at least a dozen feet in height and the strength to use such a heavy weapon cleanly meant their strength was incredible to put it lightly.

It was speculation. Nothing more than that but it was terrifying to imagine such a character utilizing the monstrous weapon with ease.

"Introducing first..."

Present Mic's voice booming across the arena snapped Midoriya back to reality as he watched his peers step onto the arena. The grip on his utensil tightened ever so slightly as he prepared to write down whatever he could. There was still so much he could learn from the upcoming fights. While the notes he took would be offered to those willing to take some manner of advice he was able to give, they were also to be used in his own rights. There would be battles moving forward and Midoriya wanted to know both how to fight against and with his peers in combat training.

There was still much ahead after all.

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With cold water crashing against his face, Shirou took in deep breaths as he felt his inept magical energy purging the curses from his body. The damage that had been inflicted upon his system was slowly being repaired piece by piece. At least he could see properly again.

And one of the things in his waiting room that was quite easy to see was that Rin had left. When he had entered the room he had already been preparing to trace a plethora of weapons in order to shield himself against a number of spells that Run could have potentially sent his way. The fact that his longtime companion had opted to leave during his match wasn't surprising really. Even with the handicap in place she likely knew that he would still walk away victorious and had likely vanished to simply avoid further confrontation.

Taking a seat, Shirou rubbed at his eyes as he replayed what he had said to Rin. He had been as blunt as he was able, which was how he had needed to convey his message. If he had danced around the topic then Rin wouldn't have taken his words seriously and would have dismissed them with a flick of her hand.

Looking up at the small television, Shirou was glad to see that Kirishima was successfully holding his own against Bakugo, at least for now. Every second that passed by was another second that his body would work to reject the curses from his system. Kirishima just so happened to be an optimal candidate for buying time.

Bakugo would be an interesting challenge for Shirou, not so much in terms of difficulty but more so in teaching both him and the world that he wasn't the top dog that he made himself out to be. Back when he had defeated him with ease, Shirou had been able to stop Bakugo's tendencies if only for a moment. Whether or not he would be able to get the boy to submit as opposed to fighting til unconsciousness was the question. Ojiro had not had anything to lose, hence why he had refused to give in. In Shirou's eyes, Bakugo had a lot to lose.

Even watching him on the screen, Bakugo seemed to be doing his utmost to decimate his way through Kirishima's defence, ignoring any potential retaliation that could come his way. He wanted to prove a point to all those who were watching that he was not somebody to be overlooked and left in the shadows of anybody around him.

That being said, unless Bakugo was delusional in his self belief, he couldn't believe that he could successfully overcome the gap between the two of them. If he still had something to prove at the end of this bout, which unfortunately looked as if it was coming to an end, then it would be interesting to see how he approached his upcoming bout.

Shirou just hoped that the following contests would still allow him some manner of time to be in top condition once more, or at least as close to it as necessary.

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Ryuko watched on from the stands where the first year students were duking it out. Many would have thought that with her being here watching these pupils instead of the third years was that she was scouting for a new apprentice. That being said she had seen quite a few students whom she could envision leading in the times ahead, that wasn't the reason why she was here.

Though she believed many of the professional heroes in attendance were here to watch the same student she was. Everything else was side value.

While his second bout hadn't shown them anything that they weren't aware of, the first fight had definitely shown everybody that Shirou was still hiding something. It wasn't surprising that he had been hiding something when combating the professional heroes, everybody had an ace up their sleeves. Being in the top ten heroes hadn't meant she had been immune to the feelings of intense pressure that had washed across the stadium. While many of her peers had prepared to either leap to combat or help those in attendance evacuate the arena to safety, she had remained transfixed on the two people in the centre of the ring.

Or more importantly, the person who had been standing across from Shirou as such powerful waves of energy blasted in all directions. Rin not only had been able to stand in such proximity without little more than a flinch, she had even retaliated. Ryuko theorized that not only had the young girl seen that part of Shirou's technique, she had witnessed it in its entirety.

While they had not been able to witness what she was capable of, Ryuko and likely a lot of people in attendance understood that Rin was strong. Terrifyingly so. When she had been fighting alongside Shirou, she had looked as if she was there simply in a supporting role. In those few moments however it seemed as if she was capable of more, so much more.

The fact though that she had chosen to enrol in the General Department of U.A as opposed to signing up to be a hero or perhaps finding her feet in another area. It was a waste of potential, one that she sincerely hoped that Rin would be able to find her way through. She still recalled how the girl had acted when she had been stuck in the hotel room with herself, Midnight and Uwabami. Her cold demeanour, which while it may have been brought on from having had to deal with Midnight for an extended period of time, would mean that it would be difficult for her to forge connections. She didn't seem like the kind of person to simply open herself up to anyone.

Ryuko wished the best for the girl, she truly did. Someone with that much potential to make a difference in the world should be given the best possibility to truly strive towards what she wanted to do in life. That however begged a curious question, one which likely tied in to why she had chosen to become a student in frankly one of the most boring courses U.A had to offer.

What did she want out of life? Did she know what she wanted out of life? Most troubling of all, did she need someone to show her what she wanted? If she went searching for someone to help guide her, someone who had nefarious plans in mind, would she follow them?

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Endeavour watched on, his arms crossed over his chest as his disobedient son walked off of the arena floor after having easily dispatched his last opponent. Once more again only using his mother's half of his quirk.

Endeavour wasn't a fool to believe that his son would just open up to using all of his power. He needed to be pushed into such a situation. Thankfully, he seemed to be heading straight on a collision course where his ice wouldn't be enough to help him. From what Endeavour could figure, the brat with the explosive power had the strength necessary to force his son to use something other than his mother's quirk.

It was all just a question of whether or not the explosive kid would be able to confront his son in the finals. He would have to get past the sword crafting brat in the next bout. Endeavour needed the weaponsmith to fall in the next fight. It didn't matter what sword, spear or shield he brought to his side, nothing would be able to help unfreeze him from the tundra his son could craft in the blink of an eye.

His quirk just wouldn't be able to compete against his son. Such was the power of his child. He would be the one to surpass All Might. It was his destiny.

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Bakugo could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he marched towards the ring. This contest was the one he was most looking forward to. He expected that everyone in the arena was also waiting on the edge of their seats to see him and Shirou clash.

He had a plan however, one which went against everything that he usually stood for. The sword crafting bastard needed to be knocked down a peg however and he would be the one to do it. Shirou didn't seem like the kind of guy to refuse a challenge. He simply needed to bait him and victory was his.

Bakugo recalled how when they had been confronted by the villains he had struck Shirou when his attack had been diverted by the shadow bastard. He hadn't pulled his punch in the slightest and his explosion had struck Shirou straight in the face and the bastard hadn't even seemed to have felt it. Since then he had been working at something new, something which would get Shirou to acknowledge him as a threat.

Ignoring the sound of the audience, Bakugo looked straight across at the bastard in front of him. He seemed weakened and the running theory was that the ultimate move he had been channeling had sapped him of his strength. Something which very well could work in his advantage.

Before Midnight could ask the two of them if they were ready to begin, Bakugo spoke up. "Oi sword bastard, let's do something different to what all these shitheads expect," he said, a venomous smile spreading across his face. "We each do one attack, one finishing blow and we determine the winner from that."

Bakugo knew that he needed Shirou to accept. In a standard contest he was beaten in strength, he wasn't a fool to think otherwise. The ace up his sleeve needed to be prepared beforehand and needed the person to be in close proximity. Thankfully his hands were already dripping in sweat from having planned this as soon as he had finished beating the shit out of the hard bastard.

Shirou seemed to ponder the thought for a while before nodding in acceptance.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we're skipping the bout and heading straight into the final moments!" announced Present Mic. "Both competitors have agreed to just lay it all down with their ultimate attacks that they can muster!"

"You got no issue with me going first do you," said Bakugo, to which Shirou merely gestured for him to go ahead.

Bakugo took slow, purposeful steps until he was standing only a foot away from where Shirou was standing, ignoring the words that Present Mic was announcing over the speaker system. Placing his right hand in front of him, his left hand formed a fist with only the smallest of holes on his palm. The fist was only the smallest of distances away from Shirou's lower torso. Taking deep breaths, Bakugo could feel the buildup in his hands before he released it at point blank range.

"DIE! AP Shot!"

For those watching from behind where Shirou was standing, they could only gasp in horror as they saw a finger width beam of pure explosive energy emanate from out of his back. Bakugo couldn't help but allow the smile to fall from his face however. His attack had worked, there was no doubt of that. He had been working day in and day out to give it the greatest chance of being able to pierce through the strongest of targets. It did exactly what he had wanted it to do.

Except defeat his opponent.

Shirou still stood there, seemingly unfazed by the fact that he now had a clean hole through his abdomen. He didn't say anything but Shirou hadn't even flinched with the damage that had been done.

Now, Bakugo had to deal with whatever fate Shirou had in store for him.

Taking several calm steps backwards, Bakugo halted only to watch as Shirou's arm stretched out until it was shoulder height. A glow of light briefly lit up the area in Shirou's grip before a sword appeared into existence. It was long, really long. Bakugo assumed it was roughly five feet in length. Shirou altered his stance, his right leg coming back while his left leg bent at the knee. The hilt of the blade was brought up to the right side of Shirou's face where he gripped it in two hands with the tip of the blade pointed straight at Bakugo.

Bakugo couldn't help as his eyes went wide as Shirou struck, not once, not twice but thrice in the same instant. Three blows in a single moment sent Bakugo sprawling to the ground, unconsciousness swiftly coming to his being. His last thoughts before his mind shut down on him was of how Shirou had hit him with the flat of the blade.

That absolute bastard.

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Rin watched the small television with disdain within the building she temporarily called home. It seemed that Shirou, in his stupidity which was something he had abundance of as of the moment, had chosen not to apply his reinforcement in taking Bakugo's head on attack. Likely the idiot had wanted to prove a point and this was the best way of going about it.

Shirou had taken worse before, much worse, and it would heal in given time. From the small view that Rin had been granted from the camera angles it looked as if Bakugo's attack had not hit any crucial organ but even if it had, Shirou would have kept that same stoic look on his face.

Turning away from the screen, the magus continued to pack her belongings away into the large bag laying in the centre of the living room.

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