Splinter sat with a marveled and proud smirk quietly on his lips, his eyes rose the same at accomplishment of his sons and students. They made it through the first part of the Sports Festival. Seeing them embrace each other on a job well done warmed his heart, to relive such a moment warmed his blood. Recalling for a moment...how he felt coming across the line...though it was a different set-up than what the current students went through. The feeling was still same, the cheer and clamoring of the crowd was quite a joy to soak in.

Yes...he remembered standing the same age as his sons and students where now...in the arena, smiling from ear to ear on a job well done. Though he remained calm and studious he couldn't help but raise a hand...and feel their cheers. He was a Hamato of course so, it was expected of him, and he showed just how well those of his family where. He had too and was glad too. He made through...they made it through...now, his smirk lowered...now came the next part. He wasn't sure what it was, he knew...this feeling knotted in his gut that their cheers wouldn't keep their joys...especially when it came to the last part of the Festival. The part that everyone couldn't wait to get too, it would show just how well...everyone, correction the few who managed to get to the last part, how well they truly where.

There wasn't any doubt in his mind, nor on his face that Toshinori could see. The mutant was so calm and filled focused confidence on his sons and sisters. Which he had every right to be, considering his...masterful lineage, he had to have put the six of them through some sort of training. Being trained by a Hamato.

Feeling his eyes on him, Splinter whipped his eyes to the Pro Hero who quickly turned back to the arena. His eyes fall to Izuku who was surprised jumped by May, nearly frightening him. She clung to him like a kola, smiles and all.

Her friends and sister not too far, watched her behavior that made them smile and one smirk with an eye roll. Izuku though he didn't seem to mind began turning blue from her tight grip around his throat that was instantly caught by April, who using her quirk lifted her sister from Izuku. The youngest really was either drawn or attached to Izuku for some reason, reasons that not many couldn't put a finger on. She seem to illuminate in his presence. Like a fly to honey...one could simply put it. It was hard not to laugh a bit at it, so Toshinori smirked shaking his head. The youngest was different from the eldest, April, those two girls from America...quite a pair. The same can be said for the four brothers.

The sisters...how they both resembled the other two sisters many years ago. Those...two...sisters. Competed in the Sports Festival...it's hard not to forget, how could many forget?

It was the Chariot Race, both sisters came out and made it to the next round. The eldest with her...quirk blasted their way through, her sister next to her. Hand in hand, as the O'Neil girls, those two sisters...how could Aiwaza forget? Watching them...the eldest...was...beast, especially when it came to the last event of the festival.

One thing was for sure...those two sisters...a gift ran through their blood. They fought their way...completely. They finally...

Made it through, the students crossed the finish line. Everyone, but only certain amount would move onto the next round. Which was sad, but, understandable. This was a competition after all, despite the name of the whole event.

"It is quite unfortunate," you said sadly looking around the others who did not make it,."that not everyone will not be allowed to move onto the next round of the festival."

Raph scoffed. "To bad for them." He shrugged. "You don't get what you want, so oh well."

"Raph," Donnie chided with a sigh. "ignore him, May. But, he does have a point though, it is unfair," you turn to him, eyes filled with emotion for the others. "but again this is a competition, so those who make it do and those who don't, don't."

You rebuttal. "But, if the course and spirits weren't so high within everyone they could have come in, I am well aware this is a contest, but at the same time..."your words fall to the side with your eyes. The words you wanted to say, realized would not change. So you left it alone.

"At least we made it." Mikey came in to cheer the mood. Throwing an arm around your shoulder, squeeze you close. "So don't fret, girl! Just cause the others didn't make don't mean they still ain't go skills. It's all how you use it, like the way you and April came in like some sort of pin pong." He threw his head back laughing.

A laugh that turned a few heads, Izuku who was still rubbing his throat a bit, turned to the six American friends, and smiled. He was glad to see the sisters made it and the way they came in was interesting. If not creative.

He wasn't the only one. Back in the crowd, in the stands, business was being...conducted. Or better persuaded. Standing side by side with the mighty flame hero, a sardonic on their sweet lips, while the hero's remained hardened. Even as they listened to their words. That...held their interest, very little. Eyes gazed down at the Americans. On a particular one.

"I see nothing. They're nothing, as you say. Why would I want something dependent and weak? Hmm? Who couldn't even manage to get pass the first obstacle? They're nothing like you say they are. I expected more. Compared to your," their turquoise eyes slide sharply to them. "others."

They could see why, the hero thought that. A crafty smile on, nodded. "Yes, I agree," Shrug. Sigh, slowly shaking their head. "it's to be expected. After all they've been gone for a few years. It's only natural they'd be this feeble." Tuck some hair behind their ear. "Being raised away, across the seas, forced into life of oppression, what is to be expected. Sure," their eyes narrow sharply at a certain induvial in the crowds, sitting. Hiss. Calm, clear their throat. "they've had some...form of training by the Hamato. But, it still limited them. Their lifestyle, their roots taken from them. Snatched away." They sniff, dabbing their eyes tenderly. With a voice to match. "I can still remember."

This was a surprise, the hero wasn't expecting this from them. "This is new, coming from you." With a brow arched. "Showing such tenderness, still," their eyes turn back to the American children, to a particular one. "that doesn't excuse their weakness. From where I stand it seems to me they power is diluted. Apparently, it seems so. They have nothing to offer and neither do you. You're wasting my time. I'd be better off with," they point one of the other American children. "them. Clearly they've inherited a powerful quirk. It was passed down well."

Remaining calm from the hero's words, give a small laughter with an edge. "I can see how you would see that, true," they look to the same person as the hero. Their eyes narrow hard. Smirk. "their quirk is powerful. I won't lie, but, if you recall it from time before. It also fell flat. It became weak. Which is why they never made it to the hero level. Remember?"

That was true, how could the pro hero forget. What a waste. Grunt, look back to the first one their turquoise eyes laid on.

Good.

"So," they inch closer slightly to the flamed hero, being careful as well respectful. "back to the matter at hand. What if, I could get them to untap what they have suppressed? Hmm? They just need a little push, to unlock it. Get through that maze and burst out. Then would you consider? I promise you will not be disappointed."

The hero's stern face cracked a small smirk. Fell flat, at what they saw. "What about them?" Pointed with their words. "They seem rather fond of that...boy."

Turning to who the hero was talking about, that...green haired boy. Bare their teeth to the side, they nearly forgot...of course they would...how could they forget that as part of their equation. That attachment...clearly was...biting their nail. How to explain this...this right here..before them would ruin everything. They couldn't have it. No, they couldn't.

"No need to worry," they simply say. Confidently. "it's merely nothing. Just a flux, which can easily be seared." They hold up two fingers, cut the air. "There is nothing to concern yourself over, now, back to that demonstration? I have it place if you'd like?"

"So I saw, they managed to take a rather good hit on them." The hero said. "Caused them damage. Then again, I shouldn't be surprise, the way in which you have them. Quite the conflict."

What could they say, with a proud smirk. "I just wanted to ensure they had to prove themselves, each of them. The same with you, sort of. So," they chipper. "you will see that the stock is well and strong. To your liking. Even after all these years, I present you a proud mare. Afterwards," they start walking away. "we can discuss further details."

The hero wasn't done. "Wait."

They stop and turn to the hero. "...Yes?"

"How will you take charge? Again? Should I consider this? Since you are not the one who has it."

Those words...ran with bitter truth. The hero waited for their answer. Saw it on the smirk that curled their on their lips. The same one as before, meaning they had it figured out. "Do not," they tap their lip lightly. Smile. "I have that covered." With a wave to the hero return back to their seat.