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Shirou ignored the people scrambling about to find him. It was understandable that they were panicked for his health considering what had happened to him during his battle with Bakugo. The wound itself hurt, nothing that rendered him immobile by any imagination but there was still a manner of pain to be had. He was thankful that Bakugo hadn't struck any of his internal organs, likely on purpose. He was still trying to be a hero, and killing him in front of an audience would have resulted in much more than him being kicked out of the academy.

Chances were he would still be reprimanded pretty heavily for his actions, an attack of that calibre could very well have killed anybody other than himself. His return strike very well could have as well, even if he hadn't slowed it down exponentially. With the speed at which the original attack was made, even with the flat of the blade he could have easily broken Bakugo's neck so he had had to be sure to pull enough out of the attack to ensure the boy's long term safety.

Another person ran past looking for him, having not been able to see him despite having been in such close proximity. Such was the wonders of the cap that adorned his crown, keeping him hidden from sight. He wasn't going to let anybody see him and try to prevent him from competing against Todoroki in the final.

After all, he still had one last lesson to teach today.

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Midoriya couldn't help but feel shaken from the display he had just seen. Taking a quick moment to look at the faces of his peers, he knew that they all had similar feelings of unease coursing through their bodies. After all, they had just watched one of their classmates take a would that would have crippled any of them without so much of a wince.

The level of tolerance to simply ignore such damage was incredible. Midoriya knew that if he taken such a hit he would have been on the ground completely incapacitated and vulnerable to any sort of follow up. The idea of unleashing any sort of attack afterwards would have not existed in the slightest. He doubted any of those sitting beside him would have been able to bring forth some sort of retaliation after an attack like that.

This did bring up a couple of key points that Midoriya knew had to be addressed. First and foremost was what kind of condition would Shirou be in for the final against Todoroki who had yet to take a single shred of damage in his cumulative matches. It had also become a bit of folklore around their class how during the first batch of teamfights, Shirou had chosen not to clash head on with Todoroki choosing a different route to victory by having taken one of his teammates hostage. Shirou clearly held Todoroki on another level above them and having watched him systematically destroy his opponents in this tournament it was clear to see why.

The second thing that came to mind was how much time and effort Kacchan had clearly put in on the side in order to improve himself. He had developed a technique in his own time that would render so many that crossed his path incapable of retaliating. It was an attack meant to finish a fight and render him victorious. While it may not have worked on Shirou, that was mostly because Shirou in and of himself was ridiculously overpowered.

Had the gap between himself and Kacchan grown ever larger? It was a daunting thought, one that made him bring his hand up in front of his face in thought. He could barely maintain five percent of his potential. He needed to get stronger. He had to.

...

Midnight looked at the arena floor where one opponent was currently standing, waiting to see whether or not his opposition would be capable of combating against him. The professional hero silently hoped that Shirou wouldn't arrive. He may have been putting on a brave face during that last battle but there was no way that he wasn't in some manner of pain. There was no way that Recovery Girl would give him the all clear to fight and unfortunately, she had the belief that Shirou knew that and subsequently wouldn't have sought medical assistance. For all she knew he was currently collapsed against a wall somewhere doing his best to maintain consciousness.

Since she had yet to hear anything saying otherwise she couldn't help but fear such an outcome.

Her gaze shifted to the commentators box where Present Mic met her gaze to only shrug his shoulders. Allowing a sigh to escape her lips, one that she was certain was more out of relief than anything else, she raised her hand into the air and prepared to make her call. She only prevented herself from doing so because of the almost screeching sound coming from the entryway that Shirou was set to come from.

It was the sound of steel on steel.

From the darkness of the corridor this sound rang forth, time and time again. If it was meant to be an intimidation tactic, Midnight felt like it was working. Were she to hear such a sound coming from behind her she would be unleashing her quirk and trying to render anybody in the vicinity to fall victim to her power. It was sending chills down her spine and she was a professional hero. The silence from the rest of the stadium told her that the civilians in attendance were likely being affected in a far greater manner than she was.

She didn't blame them, they knew what was coming. They had witnessed this student unleash a power which had many of them quivering in their seats before his last round where he took a devastating blow and shrugged it off as if it was nothing. Then there had been the final weapon that he had brought to his side.

When she had seen it, Midnight had immediately felt as if she needed to end the fight right there and then. That was a lethal weapon if she had even seen one and in the wrong hands it very well could have ended the life of Bakugo right there and then. To have been able to do what he had just went to show how much training Shirou had gone through. The confidence to do so as well was another thing as well. He had kept such composure that he could execute such a powerful technique without fear of accidentally maiming or perhaps even killing his opponent.

The sounds started to ring closer and closer as Shirou stepped into view, nobody in the crowd cheering as they watched on in mild shock. In his hands he held dual rapiers, the tips of the weapons cleanly slicing through the concrete beside his feet with little resistance. It was a statement if she had ever seen one. For the first time it looked as if Shirou was taking a fight seriously and it was a terrifying look.

"Come back here!"

Midnight returned her glance to the entryway where Recovery Girl was marching forward with purpose in her steps, flanked by Hound Dog and Power Loader. "That man is not medically cleared to compete!" shouted Recovery Girl pointing her cane at Shirou's back. "Do not let him fight!"

Before either of the two teachers standing by her side, their path was blocked as no fewer than a dozen swords penetrated the ground before them. "Do you really want to stop me?" asked Shirou, his back still turned to them. The message was clear, he needed this fight and nobody would stop him.

The growling of Hound Dog eliminated through the arena as the bestial teacher prepared to lunge forward. Recovery Girl's cane swung to the side and stopped him temporarily, her mind running through several possible scenarios, including the one which would cause Shirou's wounds to become further damaged. The boy wouldn't give up easily and considering his past he wasn't go down without a fight. Unfortunately it seemed as if there would be some compromising to be had.

"You will receive treatment the minute after this is finished you hear and if you miss the medal ceremony so be it," ordered Recovery Girl. Instead of answering verbally, Shirou did so by allowing the swords he had crafted, both in his hands and the ones cemented into the ground to vanish leaving only the damage they had caused carved into the surface.

Midnight couldn't help but feel uncertain about the whole situation, especially as Shirou stepped on to the arena floor to stare at Todoroki. She mildly wished that Todoroki was capable of ending the fight as quickly as every other bout. With Shirou being his opponent however, she sincerely doubted that it would be that simple.

Reluctantly, Midnight started the match.

...

The explosion of ice burst forward with about any hesitation, the coldness sweeping around the arena at a blistering pace. For those who thought the match had come to an end like many others they were proven wrong with huge chunks of ice evaporating instantaneously. The corresponding steam hid Shirou from view momentarily but Todoroki was already preparing for retaliation. A thick wall of ice forming in front of him which shielded him from an assortment of weapons which crashed into his defence, some completely piercing through but thankfully missing him by the barest of margins. The wall shattered apart in a dazzling display as the weapons dematerialized. The remaining steam dispersed to show Shirou standing there unharmed, a flaming sword with a golden pommel held in his hand.

Seven seconds was all the time that had passed.

Everyone in the audience waited with baited breath for the next moment, wondering which of the two combatants would be the first to strike. Todoroki would be the first to launch, sharp stalagmites of ice shooting up out of the ground, growing ever closer to their target. To retort, Shirou stuck the flaming sword he held into the ground. The ice, unable to compete with the heat emanating from the weapon made it impossible to breach a eight foot radius around it.

"Now what will you do?"

Shirou's question almost echoed about the stadium. Todorkoi, clearly infuriated, sent another blast of ice outwards similar to his original attack. While it was successful in covering a majority of the arena's surface in the frozen tundra he was capable of producing, it was evident that there was one area that hadn't been touched.

The arrow that shot through the wall of ice struck the wall behind Todoroki at a speed which he was unable to see. The trickle of blood that was running down from the fresh cut on his cheek was a sure fire reminder that the person he was combatting was unlike anybody he had faced before.

"You're struggling."

Todoroki couldn't help the chill that spread over his body and unfortunately it wasn't from the ice that was surrounding him. The voice was ominous and sounded as if it was resonating from all directions. The fact that it wasn't wrong didn't help in the slightest.

His core temperature was lowering rapidly and he didn't have the chance to regulate to a reasonable number while this conflict was still occuring. He only needed to break past Shirou's defence. Just one pure blast of...

"It won't work. No cold will come to the wielder of this blade."

Was that true? Was Shirou just messing with him? Did he have enough time to come to a conclusion? The sound of something whistling through the air but this time it sounded as if it was coming from the left. No, to the right? Todoroki simply acted, a dome of ice surrounding his person just in time as a dozen weapons crashed around him from all angles.

"Just so you know, I could have sent those weapons faster than you could have heard."

Was Shirou mocking him? Toying with him?

Again, no time was given for Todoroki to process this intel as the barrier protecting him was shattered, not by a weapon of any sort but a fist. Todoroki couldn't help as his eyes widened as the visage of Shirou appeared in front of him, a cold look spread across his face. He tried to leap backwards only for the collar of his jumpsuit to be gripped and pulled forward, his face coming only mere inches away from Shirou.

Todoroki's right hand came up, only for Shirou to knock it to the side before thrusting him down, his body crashing off the ground. Before Todoroki had the chance to recover he found his arm pinned to the ground as swords of every shape and style drove into the ground. The mere thought of trying to move his arm from it's position spoke of terrifying consequences.

He couldn't help the lump that formed in his throat, his strength had been taken from him and his body temperature was well below dangerous levels. Shirou stood up, looking down at the foe unable to rise up from his position with his primary weapon out of action.

His secondary option however was still available.

No, he couldn't. It wasn't even an option. He had been bested. He should just...

"If you even think of giving up you need to leave this academy," said Shirou. "Every person who has stepped in this ring today has put in all of their effort, even in losing battles. They didn't exhaust a single resource at their disposal. You haven't even used half of yours."

"You don't..."

"Whatever it is you have to say, I don't care," said Shirou, cutting off Todoroki before he was able to get started. "You've suffered some trauma or have some sort of background issue about using the other half of your power. I don't care about that. What I care about, is the day when you need to save someone and this isn't enough." To emphasize his point, Shirou did a sweeping movement over the top of Todoroki's right side.

"It's more than enough to..."

"Really, more than enough," repeated Shirou. "You know what you are? A coward. A coward who is too afraid to even think about using what he has at his disposal. Look at Midoriya, if he doesn't properly control his power then he breaks his bones yet he is still here willing to give his all. You don't even put in the effort."

"Shut up!"

"Touch a nerve did I? I don't care. To live as a hero means you have to live with suffering, not just your own but of those you were unable to protect, unable to save. How many will die because you didn't think that someone stronger than you was worth putting your all against?"

"Shut Up!"

Shirou allowed the swords surrounding Todoroki to vanish from existence, the sword crafter turning his back to the foe on the ground. "You have been bested, beaten and disgraced for the whole world to see, all because you thought you could waltz through life without even lifting your left hand. Pathetic!"

"SHUT UP!"

The temperature in the arena skyrocketed from the frosty feeling that had crept through the stands as a torrent of flames exploded upwards. Turning his head to look over his shoulder, Shirou was able to see that Todoroki was forcing himself up to his feet, the inferno rippling off of his entire left torso. "I will be a hero!" he proclaimed, his voice carrying to every corner of the stadium.

"SHOTOOOOO! So you've finally accepted yourself have you? Good! Excellent! Now this is your true beginning! You who holds my blood..."

Shirou didn't particularly care about who was shouting out in the peanut gallery, launching a dagger at breathtaking speeds that whizzed past their heads and drove itself into the concrete stairs. "What a bold move that was completely uncalled for!" shouted Present Mic, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets. "Your student is toast, do you hear me, toast!"

Aizawa, for all intents and purposes, wanted to rub at his eyes but he knew the next few moments here would be etched into history. For better or for worse. Whatever was said would be the talk of the country for weeks to come.

"Be quiet up there, the lesson isn't over yet."

Definitely for worse.

Todoroki couldn't help the stunned look that had come over his face as he looked at the back of Shirou, openly gobsmacked that someone had spoken back to the number two hero in such a fashion! Had spoken to his father in such a fashion!

"Congratulations Todoroki, you've finally decided that you want to take this seriously," said Shirou, turning to face the burning student.

"This is what you wanted," accused Todoroki, knowing that his words were true. "Now, be prepared to deal with the consequences."

"Please, I have dealt with far worse heats than this," scoffed Shirou. "Plus you're inexperienced with it. You can't even think now that you've decided to actually embrace this power that you have given yourself an advantage? I had a counter move for your ice, do you even believe that I wouldn't have a counter for fire?"

Todoroki paused as he listened to what was being said. Did Shirou have a weapon able to counter fire? He wouldn't have even contemplated such a thing if he hadn't seen him produce a weapon that would shield him from heat. How could a weapon shield someone from ice in the first place? Thoughts for another time as Shirou lifted his hand into the air, only for what seemed to be his favorite weapon of choice to appear in his hand.

"Now, in the coming days you will join the rest of your peers in my class," instructed Shirou. "I will be treating you no differently than them because like them you are nothing special. I will break you down and make you rethink your entire fighting style."

"What makes you think that I need your help?" asked Todoroki.

Instead of answering verbally, Shirou charged forward. Todoroki reacted, his left arm stretching forward sending a plume of flames at Shirou. In an amazing display of evasion, Shirou dropped to the ground, sliding on his knees as he arched his back to avoid the dangerous flames mere inches from his face. His first blow struck Todoroki's leg, enough strength in the blow to drop him to a knee and temporarily prevent him from conjuring his flames. In swift movement, Shirou was able to spring up and turn in a single motion, striking Todoroki again but this time across the side of the head.

If the initial blow wasn't enough to knock out Todoroki, his head bouncing off the floor was more than enough for darkness to overcome his being. A handful of seconds ticked by before Midnight reacted, raising her hand high up in the air. Shirou didn't pay any attention to his name being called out, nor did he care as the crowd applauded him.

There was an angry woman on the sidelines wanting him to get his wounds taken care of. From experience, he knew better than to keep them waiting.

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All Might found himself in a precarious situation at the award ceremony. What should have been a prestigious occasion felt rather bleak. Of the three people capable of receiving medals for their efforts in today's events, only the third place getter was capable of being there. Todoroki was still unable to attend due to not having regained consciousness and Shirou was in the care of Recovery Girl who essentially refused to allow him to come out until she deemed him fit to walk again. From experience, he knew that may be a substantial amount of time.

That left Bakugo in third position, the student who had faced Todoroki uncomfortable with even thinking about claiming the third place form himself having been defeated in a manner of seconds. Despite having claimed third place in the competition, he looked dejected and dispirited, as if having only gotten third place amongst all of his peers was only as good as having come last.

Yeah...this really wasn't what he was expecting at the start of the day.

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Cleansing the blade of the blood spilt across it, the villain sat upon the rooftop overlooking the city. Whether his latest victim lived or died, he cared not. He was not the one who would stop him.

There was only one Hero who could bring him to justice. The one currently being treated down in the streets by the paramedics was not the one. "You bastards don't just get it," he grumbled. "Veiled in vanity and hypocrisy, your society is twisted. Distorted. You want to call yourselves heroes? I will make you face reality!"

"I've been looking for you Hero Slayer, or should I say Stain?"

His katana was swiftly unsheathed and pointed at the shadowy figure who had approached him from behind. He didn't like being surprised, let alone by somebody who was actually looking for him.

"Hold your blade," the shadowy figure said without moving from the weapon now pointed at their very being. "We share similar interests. I had been wanting to meet someone of your notoriety. Would you grace me with but a moment of your time?"

Stain looked at the person before him and the portal that emanated behind him. Even if it was a trap, he was more than confident in his skills to be able to fend off whatever was thrown his way. Unless he was on the other side. The one he wanted to meet. The one he wanted to clash blades with. The one who had to fall by his hands.

The one called Archer.

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Hope you enjoyed.

With that the tournament is finally done. You have no idea how happy I am that it is over. Now, to move on to the next phase.