"Well now sweeties, it looks like we have a good group of strapping, eager, vibrant youths!" Nemuri purred, fondling her whip.

"Just so you know," Present Mic said casually, his microphone muted, "I find this utterly disturbing."

"Truly?" Obi Wan asked.

"Gay as sunshine," the hero said with a smirk. When Obi Wan shot him a look he merely chuckled. "Don't tell my husband, he's a massive homophobe."

"I would never dare," Obi Wan joked. "But this bothers you?"

"Disturbs," he stated.

"And why is that?"

"Growing up… you had friends, right? Really good friends?"

Mindful that there were little ears listening that might repeat what he was saying Obi Wan chose to be careful with his words. "My quirk manifested at birth so my parents gave me away to be trained when I was very young." He looked down at his hands. "I remember… little things. My mother's shawl, for one. I… I think I have a brother. Or had."

"He didn't have… your quirk?"

"No. It can be very rare. Sometimes it breeds true… but not always." He shook his head; now was not the time to discuss the history of things like the High Republic… or the darker moments of the Jedi Order, like during the Great Sith War where Jedi were encouraged to not so much have children but rather breed like cattle. It was well hidden and Obi Wan had only learned of it thanks to Qui Gon's own research, but it hadn't been uncommon for the Jedi Council in those days to… well… encourage two knights or masters who were strong in the Force to fornicate in hopes of creating a child even stronger in the Force. It was a dark, shameful thing and Obi Wan sometimes wondered how the Order had managed to rise back up into the light when they had come so very close to falling to the Dark Side.

"So you were adopted by, uh, Quig Gon?"

Obi Wan chuckled at that. "Qui Gon Ginn. And no, not right away. For us we were raised in a group, a 'clan' as we called it, until a Master came and selected us to be taught. I had many friends. They are my family." His smile fell as he thought of them. All so close to his heart but especially Bant and Quinlan. His little sister, who had made a pledge with him to always be at his side, and his big brother who frustrated him and drove him mad but who he missed terribly every day. He wondered what the two of them would think of him in this world.

'I have broken the Code,' he thought to himself. 'I love someone… allowed myself to become attached to Nemuri. And Eri… as much as I protested it when Nedzu suggested it.. she is my daughter now and I will protect her. I embrace Anakin breaking the code and I wager soon he will be adding to our flock. Ahsoka will never become a true Jedi Knight and I do not seek to correct that.' He paused, his smile returning. 'Bant would just ask if I was happy and Quinlan would laugh til he soiled himself.'

"Right," Present Mic said. "Now I want you to imagine one of them, someone you would NEVER want to be with romantically, tormenting you by flirting ALL the time."

"Ah… so she's your Quinlan," Obi Wan said. When Present flashed him a look Obi Wan stated, "It had less to do with him being male and more his… hygiene."

"Its good to take baths," Eri mumbled to herself from where she sat at Obi Wan's feet.

Hizashi chuckled at that before blinking rapidly. "Oh crap, I wasn't paying attention. What's the next event?"

"You don't know?" Obi Wan asked. "I sent you an email."

"Was that the long thing with bullet points?" Obi Wan nodded and Hizashi chuckled, wave his hand dismissively. "Sorry, I never read anything with bullet points. Nothing good ever came from them."

"You are a kindred spirit, Hizashi," Anakin said as he entered the announcer's booth, several trays for the concessions stand that the business classes were running clutched in his hands. Behind him Padme, Rex, and who could only be Midoriya's mother Inko entered as well, also carrying food. Eri, for her part, instantly ran to Obi Wan and leaping onto his lap, cuddling close to him. "You are now my uncle. Or cousin. I'm still figuring out the family tree thing. Its rather twisted at this point."

"I could always assign you to document it," Obi Wan said as Anakin brought over his food. It was greasy and fattening and unhealthy. He was pleased.

"You can't give me assignments anymore," Anakin said before kneeling down. "Hey… want to help me eat these chicken nuggets? I think I have too many."

Eri peaked out to look at him. "Is it okay?" she glanced over at Inko, it clear that the new arrival was who had made her suddenly skittish.

"Of course. Ms. Midoriya is a nice lady," Anakin said.

"Oh. Is she Izuku's mommy?" Eri had met Midoriya briefly but had fallen in love with the quirkless young man, delighting that he asked her so many questions and didn't mind when she did the same to him. When Anakin nodded she at once pulled away from Obi Wan, allowing him to pick her up, the two settling at a small table that was set up in the corner of the booth where the others were laying out the food.

"Are you sure its okay for us to be up here?" Inko asked. "I wouldn't want either of you to get in trouble."

"Meh, no big deal at all," Hizashi declared. "So long as you don't cheer when that light is on-" he pointed to an ON AIR box above his head, "-we'll be fine." He spun in his chair and accepted a foam container before noticing just how much food there was. "Uh… going to get cramped in here though if we add any more…"

"No, just us," Anakin said as Padme grabbed five of the foam containers and began to eat with a gusto.

"Wow," Hizashi said; he wasn't privy to Padme's little secret and didn't know she needed a ton of calories to maintain her Star Might form. "Well, we have about 20 minutes before I actually have to begin announcing so I'm going to eat this pizza as quickly as I can and all of you can tell me what the heck I'm supposed to be commentating about."

"You… don't know?" Rex asked.

Anakin piped up as Eri nibbled on a nugget. "Obi Wan sent out the emails?" He leaned down to his new baby sister. "He does that. Very long and boring."

"They aren't very long and boring," Obi Wan protested. "They are highly informative and-"

Anakin pretended to make snoring noises.

The Jedi Master glowered at him. "You have gotten far more brazen ever since we came to Japan."

"Helps there is no Council breathing down my neck."

"Hey, real fun but… Second Event?"

It was Rex who answered. "Apparently under the field here there is a three story building. The students have to divide up into groups of four and attempt to either avoid other students coming at them to steal the headbands they are wearing or do the stealing themselves."

Hizashi blinked at that. "Huh… that actually sounds like a ton of fun!" He beamed. "And the cavalry battles were getting a little stale.

"I thought we needed to try and showcase something other than brute force," Obi Wan reasoned. "Far too much of the Sports Festival in years' past was focused just on which quirks were the showiest or most powerful. There is far more to hero work and this will allow the students to showcase their stealth, speed, and cunning."

He paused before smirking.

"And… there might be a few surprises…"

"Of course there are," Anakin mumbled.

~MC~MC~MC~

"So we're agreed?" Izuku asked his friends.

Midnight had just informed them all of the next event and what they would have to do. A large maze-like building would rise up and they'd all be given 5 minutes to station themselves within in before the event began. Everyone, based on where they finished in the first event, would be given headbands worth points. They were to go about either trying to claim more headbands to increase their total or hiding so theirs weren't taken. The four teams with the highest point values would move on to the next round. Assuming, of course, they survived the 30 minutes.

Izuku's mind was racing at the thought of it all. Stealth. Planning. Knowing when to pick your battles and when to retreat. He'd never seen anything like this at the Sport Festivals of the past and that honestly made him a bit giddy as it meant that he could be bold. He'd made a splash in the first round but if he truly impress in the second then it wouldn't matter his standing in the final round; there would be heroes that saw his cunning and remember that.

Uraraka bobbed her head rapidly. "Yeah. While it would be fun to work with you two it makes more sense for us to be on separate teams. Makes sure that we can all get in."

Ahsoka looked about. "Only 16 of us will be able to move on to the next round. So its going to be tough for all three of us to get in… better to at least have one of us."

"We'll all get in!" Uraraka declared, raising her fist in the air and Ahsoka just smiled at that, wishing she had her friend's confidence. The Clone Wars had taught her that even if you wished really hard and gave it your very best sometimes you just didn't win. It was a horrible thing but it was true and trying to pretend otherwise would help you in the slightest.

"There's also the fact that if we are all grouped together then our points will be merged," Ahsoka stated, thinking of the headbands. They'd been told they would only receive them when they finalized their teams, which meant that they had to consider that as well. 'Izuku was in the Top Ten and I got first. And Uraraka was in the top 30. That means we are going to have a pretty hefty point total… something that is going to be tantalizing for the other students.'

"Well, I need to go see about finalizing my team," Izuku said. "I have some ideas… I need to run them by Inasa. Bye girls!" he gave them wve and hurried off through the crowd of students who were mingling about, trying to figure out what teams they wanted to be on.

"What about you?" Uraraka asked as she turned to go. "Any ideas?"

"A few," she admitted. "Not telling though."

Uraraka shot her an annoyed look before shrugging and waving, hurrying off to find her own team.

'I have to be smart about this,' Ahsoka thought to herself, watching as the students animatedly chatted with each other; some where trying to convince others that they were the best pick while just as many did the opposite, pitching them and their teams to the 'strongest'. Bakugo was screaming at a bunch of business class students that he wasn't going to select losers like them while Inasa was desperately telling everyone he was already on a team with Izuku and they'd need to talk to him if they wanted on the team; Ahsoka narrowed her eyes when many students pressed on, clearly thinking a 'quirkless nobody' couldn't possibly be the team captain.

Idiots. She couldn't wait to see Izuku take them all out.

Ahsoka shook her head and began to scan the crowd. 'This isn't about raw power. This entire event stinks of Master Kenobi's handiwork. He wants us to focus on the other aspects of our quirks. Infiltration. Plotting out attacks. Being able to hide and being able to perform sneak attacks. That means I need a whole other skillset… bingo.'

She ran up to her first team mate.

"Shinso!"

"…yeah?' the purple haired teen said with a lazy glance.

"You have anyone yet?" she asked hopefully.

"No…" he paused. "Wait… are you asking me-"

"You're perfect!" she exclaimed before looking about, hoping no one else had noticed. "You're perfect," she said in a softer voice. "We're going to be in enclosed quarters; massive attacks aren't going to work. We need to be smart about this. Cunning."

"…then pick Midoriya," Shinso stated.

"We're splitting up."

"So I'm just his understudy?" Before she could protest he shrugged. "Whatever. Works for me." She gave him a side eye and he let out a sigh. "I get it. Really. Midoriya is quirkless and I have a villain quirk. Both of us want to prove what we are capable, make a good impression. Though I might be better because people are going to go after him hard while they know unless they can sneak up on me I'll be able to use my quirk."

"And you are a great close range fighter," Ahsoka stated. "One people don't expect to be able to-"

"Yeah yeah," Shinso said with a shrug. "No need to give me foot rubs, I'm in." He looked about. "Who else are we taking?"

"All depends if I can get the next person I want…" Ahsoka scanned the crowd before finally spotting her target. "Come on!" she waved for Shinso to follow as she weaved through the other students, ignoring a few who called for her to stop; she didn't want to be rude but they wouldn't work for her strategy. "Momo!"

"Ahsoka!" the tall teen said with a smile, seeing her approach. "I imagine you've fielded a lot of offers?"

"Only a few," Ahsoka stated. "Most people seem to be focused on Todoroki and Bakugo; they were in the lead for most of the race and they have the most obvious powerful quirks." She paused. "Which is good enough for me because I have a team in mind and it doesn't involve either of them."

That caused Momo to raise an eyebrow. "I'm assuming you want me to join up with you?"

"If you would."

"…lay out your strategy then," Momo stated.

Ahsoka considered that for just a moment. 'If she already has a team then she could be seeking to figure out my strategy so she can counter it and take my headband. But what she doesn't know is my main strategy all hinges on her. If I can't have her on my side then I'll go to Plan B… so no harm in letting her know…' Out loud Ahsoka stated, "Everyone is going to be running around trying to claim headbands. Mine is worth 10 million points. That is 1/4th of the total point spread. For me this isn't about hunting… it s a siege." She could see that Momo was already figuring out just what she was getting at. "Shinso will be able to help us deal with some of the trickier students but our main focus will be defense. Find a place to hide, build up traps, and hold out till time runs out."

"That's a good plan, I just-"

Ahsoka cut her off. "If this is about showing off and making a good impression the third event will be your best bet for that. Izuku said that it's always a tournament-"

"No no," Momo said, now being the one to interrupt. "Its only… I know how to make many things but I'm not sure I can create things complex enough to help you."

"You won't need to," Ahsoka said. "Because if you're in our last recruit is going to handle all that."

"Well then," Momo said, "I guess I should say… I am not."

She paused.

"Kidding!" She beamed. "I've always wanted to play a joke like that. Was it good?"

Ahsoka, who had seen right through her 'joke', merely smiled. "Yeah, you got me real good with that one."

"Wonderful!" Momo cheered, which for her was rather reserved and dignified. "Now we'll need to find our final member."

"Well then, you lovelies are in luck," a familiar, and grating, voice declared and Ahsoka and Momo looked around before remembering they were looking far too high. Both looked down to find Mineta leering at them, tongue darting out to wet his lips. "You just found your final partner."

"…no," Ahsoka said, using the force to lift Mineta up, the lecherous little pest kicking his arms and legs rapidly. "Just no." She gave him a Force Shove and the boy went floating away; honestly she was tempted to ask Momo to make a bat so she could try using him as a Piñata but decided that might be a bridge too far.

"Good," Shinso said, walking up to them, "if you had selected the grapist I would have turned on you." He jerked his thumb behind him. "Got our final partner."

Ahsoka sighed at that. "I hope you didn't already make a promise because I wanted-" She stopped as she turned and saw just who Shinso was suggesting. "Oh… huh."

"It wasn't that hard to figure out once I realized you were going after Yaoyorozu."

"Please, call me Momo."

Shinso sighed at that. "…Hitoshi. Anyway-"

"And you can call me Mei!" the Support Student declared, getting right in Momo's face. "Oh, you and I are going to make SO many babies for Ahsoka!"

"She means inventions," Shinso said dryly.

"And maybe later we can sneak away and make out."

That caused the purple haired teen to frown. "That I… I don't know what that actually means."

"It means what I said," Mei declared. "You got soft lips and I don't believe in foreplay."

Momo began to blush bright red at that.

"Right," Ahsoka said, "lets go get registered with Midnight so we can begin talking strategy." She looked at the rest of the crowd. "Because with who we are facing we are going to need to be ready."

Mei beamed. "And remember, safe words are for cowards!"