The first match was soon to start, Splinter sat back with other teachers minus Present Mic and Aizawa. His eyes remained forward and focused on the arena Cementoss nearly finished constructing. Once it was done, then the matches could began and he...wasn't all that thrilled about it, despite displaying such when his sons made it to the last event, as a father should be. Yes, he was proud of them back home for their accomplishments, here though...he did not share in the joy that one would expect him to, even if he Nezu agreed to his terms and he had his reasons why. Reasons that turned and knotted his stomach each time it rose and worsened each time he pushed it back down. There was a reason why he wanted his sons to remain in the shadows, now, they've been in the eyes for all the world to see.

He just hoped, despite knowing and having a feeling in the back of his mind they already knew, that they might not give it much thought. But, he sighed to himself it wouldn't surprise him if they did. His youngest, was the most thrilled of all his sons about making it. To be scouted, to be sought by heroes. He was leaning to All Might taking him under his wing and offering an internship or something, despite the hero already a teacher so it wouldn't workout. Never the less Mikey was determined to make himself known.

Something Splinter was against and quite frankly hoped none of his sons would advance beyond their first matches. The only peace he had was knowing he eldest and youngest where up against April and May. Familiar faces so it wouldn't be much to worry about. Hopefully his students would treat it like a regular training session.

Hopefully.

As for Raph and Donnie, their opponents he didn't know much about. The young woman Raph was against seem, well despite her...rather rough-cut edge appearance. Did go over and introduce herself to Raph, she seem to posses sportsman qualities. As for the other, Jun, the one who partnered with May during the Calvary Battle, set a slight quiver in his stomach and Splinter wasn't sure why. The boy seemed...alright. Not much he could read off him, besides the laid-back and seemingly friendly approach he presented there wasn't much else to read. After the second event ended, he was gone. Splinter noticed despite his attention on his sons and students. There was no presence the boy was even there, not even during lunch at all that could be seen, he only appeared when it was time to return. He walked in with the other students, though trailed behind them a bit. Lingering oddly close to Hitoshi Shinso, then again, from what Splinter could recall from the few classes he's taught so far (even if for one day and half), that boy...Jun was from the same class as Shinso.

The General Education area, yes, Splinter mused carefully watching the young man now sitting with the other students in his class. His eyes where closed as if sleeping or board. He seem calm and quiet, even when Splinter first laid his eyes on him. Yet, behind that presentation, Splinter felt something lofty, it gleamed slightly in those silver eyes that reminded the Hamato of vengeful seeking blade. That was masked in its sheath.

Worried Splinter.

Even more so knowing Donnie was the one to go up against Jun, the young man hadn't shown his quirk or what it might be. Not even during the Calvary Battle, Splinter expected that much, but there was nothing. Did he show it in the first event, Splinter was unsure. He couldn't quite remember, there was a shade in his memory that he couldn't recall. The more he tired...the thicker it became. So he didn't bother despite having a feeling he was sure he saw the boy use his quirk. Whatever the case, he prayed Donnie would fair well if not then that was fine as well.

In his seat, Jun sat two seats away from those in his class, eyes closed and earbuds he slipped in blocking out everyone and everything. Listened to the tunes, bobbed his head slowly to their tunes. A thin smiled edged his lips, but he hid it well so others wouldn't see and by others he meant them in the crowd. Closing his eyes and popping in some tunes helped to block out their eyes he felt. He knew he should be paying attention to what was happening right now, but...honestly he could careless. That wasn't his main concern, no, he only cared about one thing. Well, one person really...there was the other one should they make it pass their first match and he'd be luck enough to get them first before getting his prize.

After all...he could finally get his chance, he did make sure they got this far after all.

It was the...least he could do after all years ago they carried him all the way to the end, he could finally return it. He would have been able to sooner, if he was...saddled in General Education. But, he was...how degrading really. Such a level was beneath him really, all those here not just in this department but...the school in general. He wasn't sure how much he could actually handle it...being around...opening one eyes peeked out at his...chummy classmates all excited on the prospect one of their own, Hitosho Shinso made it this far. They were proud of him too, not like he needed their praise really. None of it mattered, though it was interesting that Shinso did make this far.

Then again it wasn't much a surprise.

Jun dropped his eye to Shinso down in the arena. Standing there nonchalantly, hands in his pockets and face that spoke boredom. A brief laugh left Jun's lips, not sure why it did, but it did. Closing his eye back returned to his own serene place.

And there he saw...saw memories that covered his thoughts in a blinding light...their light was always blinding no...it radiated every time in the darkness. That light...that warm light that guided him to a place of security..false security now. That light that always casted protection against anything that came at them with everyone uncertain twist and turn they were forced to take...to endure. They always repelled it...everything bad.

And once they did...Jun's mind went further in memories, they held their hand out...that damn hand he wanted to crush the second he held out his and they...they took it. They...shook it with that pissing smile on that use to...to be for him back when they were younger. A smile that left him, a smile that now he realized mocked him. He knew why they always led with him following behind. Why they left...left...everything and never looked back. Threw out every memory that was...there.

They stopped their trails, test, and tutoring...they were weak. Acting as if they were strong, back then. When in reality they just got up and ran away. It sicken Jun knowing they shared the blood. It was as they said: they've become domesticated. Yet, despite those words...they...they...he snarled softly...they still held this highness for them after so many years. When...when he stepped forward to take their place and show them he was better. Those...those...their eyes just cast over him, the second they saw...them on the news and moment they felt them knew for sure...their missing piece had come back and that's when...everything about him was forgotten. All attention turned back to them...it was unfair.

It wasn't right!

He slammed his a fist down on his armrest, causing a small dent. Opened his eyes quickly, looked around, good...no one saw him. Taking a breath, breathe, he couldn't get upset...not now. It'd ruin everything, he couldn't have that...not when what he was doing could show them...show them how good he was.

Opening an eye again, this time directed at...class 1-A. At a particular American student, not that weak Hamato he was to fight (which to be clear wasn't a challenge), but to the other American. Who sat wearing that...cheerful smile that danced in those eyes. Shaking those pompoms in the air for Shinso's opponent...that curled Jun's lips in a flat frown, Izuku. That cheering was all for him, the weakling looking freak, he didn't understand why...why they where attached to him when they use to be like that with...no! He shouted in his mind, that was in past.

That was when he was weak, when they were weak too.

He didn't need that anymore, he didn't need affection from them. He wasn't six anymore, closing his eye, drown deeper into this mind.

Pushing pass...everything that he no longer needed. Only stopped in the part of his mind that fueled him, he'd make sure they both make into the next round.

After all...reunions were a good thing.