The stadium was alive with the roar of thousands of voices, each one adding to the electric hum that buzzed through the air. I stood beside Midnight on the elevated platform, gazing out at the sea of spectators filling the arena. The energy was palpable, a thrumming current that reached me even here. Banners waved in the distance, emblazoned with the symbols of the various hero courses, while flashes of colorful confetti sparkled in the midday sun. It was a spectacle, one U.A. always excelled at putting on.

Beside me, Midnight was a vision of confidence and theatrics, her presence larger than life as she prepared to kick off the first event of the Sports Festival. Her whip hung lazily at her side, and that mischievous grin she wore never seemed to leave her face. I matched her enthusiasm, feeling the excitement bubbling within me. Today wasn't just about watching the students—this was about seeing them tested, about watching the fire within them ignite as they pushed their limits.

The students from Class 1-A and Class 1-B were already lined up at the starting line, their faces a mixture of nerves, excitement, and sheer determination. Each one of them, no matter how they tried to hide it, felt the weight of this moment. They had been preparing for this day for weeks, and now it was time to see who would rise to the challenge.

"All right, everyone, let's get straight into it!" Midnight called out, her voice echoing throughout the arena, amplified by the speakers. The crowd's cheering grew even louder, a chorus of excitement that sent a shiver down my spine.

Midnight raised her whip dramatically, cracking it in the air for effect. "It's time for our first event!" she continued, her grin widening as she paced across the platform, building the suspense with each step. "The preliminaries are where the real fun begins! Every year, lots of fine students find themselves choking on their tears right here! And this year… it's no different!"

I couldn't help but smile, feeling the thrill of the moment as her words riled up the crowd even more. I leaned over slightly, matching Midnight's energy, though in my own way. I could feel the adrenaline coursing through me, the sense of anticipation just as strong in me as it was in the students below. This was what I loved—seeing them rise to the occasion, watching them face the unexpected with creativity and courage.

"All right, Midnight," I said with a playful grin, my voice just loud enough for her to hear. "Don't scare them too much before they've even started."

Midnight let out a laugh, twirling her whip in the air. "What's the fun in that, Seraphina? They need a little fear to keep them sharp."

I chuckled, shaking my head. "Or perhaps just the right amount of motivation."

Midnight turned back to the crowd, her energy never faltering as she gestured dramatically toward the obstacle course laid out in front of the students. "Our first round of destiny is… this!" She pointed to the course, and even though I couldn't see their faces clearly from up here, I could sense the tension in the students rising.

"It's a race!" Midnight continued, her voice rising as she whipped up the crowd's energy. "But not just any race… the Obstacle Race!" The crowd roared in approval, the sound nearly shaking the ground beneath us. "All classes will compete, making a neat 4-kilometer ring around this very stadium!"

The students below exchanged glances, some clearly eager to begin, while others looked more calculating. I knew the students would have to adapt, think on their feet, and use their quirks in ways they hadn't anticipated.

Stepping forward beside Midnight, I held my own microphone and addressed the audience and students alike. "This event isn't just about who can run the fastest," I said, my tone still light but carrying a certain weight. "It's a test of adaptability and wits. The students will need to think on their feet and make use of their quirks intelligently if they want to succeed. It's exciting to see how they'll handle the unexpected."

I caught glimpses of the students reacting to my words—Bakugo smirking, clearly unbothered, while Midoriya was already deep in thought, likely strategizing how best to use his quirk without overexerting himself. Todoroki remained as calm and composed as ever, his eyes narrowing slightly as he surveyed the course. Each of them was preparing in their own way, but the key to victory wouldn't just be raw power. It would be ingenuity.

Midnight, flashing me a quick grin. "Thank you, Seraphina! Now, onto the fun part!" She turned back to the students, her tone taking on a more playful edge. "Here at U.A., we always sing about freedom, right? Well, this event is all about that freedom! You're free to do anything as long as you stay within the course. You'll need to use your quirks wisely and outsmart your opponents to cross that finish line first!"

The students perked up at that. I could see the spark of competition lighting up in their eyes, the realization that this was more than just a straightforward race. Bakugo's smirk widened, while Todoroki's expression remained cool and unreadable. Midoriya, on the other hand, seemed to grow more determined, likely piecing together a plan in his mind.

I leaned in again, my voice a bit more thoughtful as I addressed the students. "With such open rules, creativity will be key. I'm looking forward to seeing how each of you uses your quirk to gain an edge. This will be a true test of your ingenuity."

Bakugo cracked his knuckles, clearly eager to get started. "Tch. Anything goes, huh? Perfect."

Todoroki remained silent, though I could see him running through possible strategies in his mind. His calm was almost unnerving. Midoriya, meanwhile, murmured something under his breath, likely strategizing about how to navigate the chaos that would undoubtedly ensue once the race began.

I smiled to myself, watching them all prepare, each one thinking ahead to the obstacles they would face. "Look at them," I said quietly to Midnight. "Each one is already forming a plan. That's exactly what we want to see."

Midnight's grin widened as she turned back to the students. "All right, everyone! Get ready!" she called out, her voice brimming with excitement. "The Obstacle Race starts in just a moment! May the best student win!"

Feeling the anticipation building not only in the crowd but within me as well. "Good luck, everyone," I said with a warm smile, my eyes scanning the line of students. "Show us what you've got."

The crowd erupted once more as the students tensed at the starting line, their eyes focused ahead, ready to leap into action. Midnight's playful energy mixed with my own eager anticipation filled the air around us, and for a brief moment, the entire stadium seemed to hold its breath.

As Midnight's final words hung in the air, the excitement around the stadium surged to an all-new height. I could feel the crackling anticipation, almost as if the very ground beneath me was alive with it. The students were tense, eyes locked on the path ahead. Even from where I stood, I could sense their nerves battling against their excitement. The obstacle course stretched out before them, a looming reminder of the challenges they would soon face.

Midnight cast me a sideways glance, her grin practically daring me to match her infectious energy. I couldn't help but smile back. This was her element, but I was enjoying it too. It wasn't every day we got to witness these students tested so intensely, and today was going to be special. The atmosphere wasn't just exciting—it was electric.

The countdown appeared on the massive stadium screens, the numbers ticking down in bright, bold letters. The crowd seemed to inhale all at once, a unified breath of anticipation. It felt like time had slowed for a moment, everything hanging on that impending signal.

Next to me, Midnight leaned forward, her eyes shining. "All right, everyone! The Obstacle Race is about to begin! I hope these students are ready to push themselves to the limit!"

I mirrored her enthusiasm, leaning forward slightly, my voice carrying a similar spark of excitement. "It's always thrilling to see the students like this. They've trained so hard, and now they get to show us what they're truly capable of."

Present Mic's voice boomed across the stadium, his excitement impossible to miss. "Here we go! Ten seconds left! The atmosphere is electric, Aizawa! Don't you feel it?!"

Aizawa, ever the calm counterbalance to Present Mic's energy, simply nodded. "They've prepared. Now it's up to them to use their skills wisely. I'm curious to see how they'll handle the first obstacle."

As the countdown reached its final moments, I glanced at the students. My eyes fell on Todoroki, his face as calm as ever, though I could see the focus sharpening behind his eyes. Bakugo stood tense, like a predator ready to strike, his smirk already promising chaos. Midoriya, ever the strategist, seemed deep in thought, his mind likely running through countless possibilities on how to tackle the course.

These students have grown so much, I thought to myself, a swell of pride mixing with my anticipation. Now, it's time for them to prove just how far they've come.

The countdown hit zero.

The signal blared through the stadium, loud and sharp, and in an instant, the students burst off the starting line like a coiled spring released. They charged forward with all the strength and speed they could muster, each one determined to seize the lead. The roar of the crowd erupted again, their cheers matching the pounding footsteps echoing across the field.

Midnight's voice boomed over the speakers, brimming with excitement. "And they're off! Right out of the gate, we're seeing the struggle for space. That tunnel ahead is no joke—it's the perfect spot for students to get stuck and lose precious time."

My eyes followed the students as they sprinted toward the first obstacle: a narrow tunnel designed to force them into a bottleneck. The opening was barely wide enough to allow a few students through at a time, which meant chaos. The stronger, faster students would jostle their way to the front, but those who weren't careful would get stuck, losing precious time.

Beside me, Midnight was grinning wildly. "This is where things start to get fun!"

I watched intently, my gaze following the students as they crowded toward the tunnel entrance. "In a situation like this," I said thoughtfully, " The ones who can find a way through without getting caught in the crush will be the ones who pull ahead."

Present Mic's voice rang out again, full of energy. "That's right, Seraphina! We've got students from all classes vying for position! Who will come out of the tunnel unscathed?"

As the students pushed into the tunnel, chaos erupted. Bodies collided, elbows jutted out, and every inch of space was fought for. Some of the students tried to squeeze through the narrow passage, while others stumbled or got stuck behind slower competitors. I could see it—the pressure was building, the tension rising. Whoever made it out of this tunnel first would have a significant advantage.

That's when Todoroki made his move.

With a calm, calculated expression, in an instant, the floor beneath him turned to ice. The tunnel floor froze, slick and treacherous, sending several students behind him sliding uncontrollably. I watched with a raised brow as he gliding smoothly through the chaos while leaving others scrambling for balance.

Midnight laughed beside me, delighted. "Oh, they should've seen that coming! Todoroki's not playing around—he's freezing his way to the front!"

I nodded approvingly. "Todoroki is using his ice strategically to slow down his opponents. It's smart—he's conserving his energy for later while making sure others fall behind."

Present Mic's voice was full of excitement as he narrated the chaos. "Todoroki's ice has caused mayhem in the tunnel! But look at this—some of the top students from Class 1-A and Class 1-B saw it coming! They've managed to avoid getting stuck!"

Aizawa chimed in calmly, his voice a contrast to the chaos unfolding below. "They've trained together enough to know Todoroki's moves. They're not letting him get ahead that easily."

I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride watching the students handle the situation. Todoroki's ice had been a brilliant move, but the fact that his classmates had anticipated it showed just how much they had grown. This wasn't just about individual quirks—it was about knowing your competition and thinking several steps ahead.

Suddenly, a green blur streaked through the chaos, catching my attention.

Midoriya.

He had used the confusion to his advantage, his Full Cowling technique propelling him through the tunnel with speed and agility. I watched with growing excitement as he expertly navigated through the chaos, his movements fluid and precise. He wasn't just catching up—he was closing the gap with Todoroki.

"There he is!" I exclaimed, my voice filled with glee. "Midoriya's using the technique we worked on together. Look at him! He's moving with so much more confidence now, using quirk like a pro!"

Midnight shot me a teasing look. "I had a feeling you were behind that improvement! He's zipping through like he was born for this!"

I nodded proudly, unable to suppress my excitement. "It's incredible to see how far he's come. He's really taken control of his quirk."

Present Mic's voice boomed again, even more animated than before. "Midoriya's new moves are leaving everyone in the dust! Look at that speed!"

Aizawa, ever the calm observer, spoke with a hint of approval. "He's been practicing. This level of control didn't come overnight."

As Midoriya surged forward, his classmates couldn't help but react. I could hear Kaminari's shocked voice from the field. "When did Midoriya get that fast?!"

Iida, ever the serious one, nodded thoughtfully. "It seems Midoriya has been working on his quirk. Impressive."

But the reaction that amused me the most came from Bakugo, whose expression had darkened the moment Midoriya passed him. His teeth were gritted, eyes blazing with fury.

"Damn nerd!" Bakugo growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I haven't settled things with you yet, Deku!"

I chuckled softly as Bakugo, clearly unwilling to be outdone, blasted forward using his explosions to propel himself, determined to catch up with both Todoroki and Midoriya. His raw power was undeniable, and I could already see the gap closing.

"Midoriya's progress is pushing his classmates to step up their game," I commented with a grin. "Especially Bakugo."

Midnight laughed. "Looks like Bakugo's not happy about being left behind! He's on a mission to catch up."

The race was heating up, and the real challenge was about to begin. Ahead of the students loomed the Robo Inferno, a wall of towering robots, including multiple Zero Pointers. This would be the true test of their skills—and their ability to make quick decisions under pressure.

As Todoroki, Midoriya, and Bakugo emerged from the chaotic tunnel, their eyes locked onto the towering figures blocking their path: the Robo Inferno. The massive, hulking forms of multiple Zero-Point Robots loomed ahead, casting long shadows across the obstacle course. The sunlight reflected off their metallic bodies, making them appear even more menacing. These were the same formidable machines that had nearly overwhelmed the students during the entrance exam, but now there were several of them, and they stood in their way.

The crowd gasped, and even from my vantage point, I could sense the tension rising as the students faced their first real challenge. The enormity of the obstacle was not lost on anyone—especially not the students. I leaned forward, the energy of the moment thrumming through me.

Midnight's voice rang out over the stadium, brimming with enthusiasm. "And here we go! The Robo Inferno—a wall of towering robots, including multiple Zero Pointers! One was tough enough during the entrance exam, but this? It's going to be a real test of their mettle!"

I nodded, watching the students as they sized up the obstacle. "This is where things will get interesting," I said, more to myself than anyone else. "The students will need to decide whether to fight or find a way around. This obstacle is meant to test their ability to make quick decisions under pressure."

Todoroki was the first to act. His movements were deliberate, methodical, as if he'd already formulated a plan the moment his eyes landed on the robots. I knew what was going through his mind—he could use his fire, the power he had now accepted after our heart-to-heart. But this wasn't the moment for it. Todoroki was strategic, always calculating, and I could sense his hesitation.

His father, Endeavor, was somewhere in the stadium, watching. Todoroki would be damned if he gave him the satisfaction of seeing him use his fire quirk now. No, this wasn't the time to reveal all his cards. He would save his fire for when it truly mattered—later in the festival, when victory was on the line.

With a sharp inhale, he extended his hand toward the ground.

In an instant, the ground beneath the robots froze. Ice surged forward, spreading rapidly from Todoroki's outstretched hand, coating the legs of the Zero-Point Robots. The ice spread quickly, creeping up the towering machines like a froststorm, immobilizing them. The weight of the frozen robots became too much for their towering frames, and slowly, they began to tilt, their enormous bodies groaning as they collapsed under the pressure.

So that's his plan, I thought, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. He's freezing the robots, but also creating hazards for those behind him. Clever.

Midnight burst out laughing beside me, clearly delighted by the chaos unfolding on the course. "Oh, that's clever! He's not just taking out the robots—he's making sure everyone behind him gets stuck in the ice!"

The frozen robots began to topple, their massive forms crashing to the ground with a thunderous impact. Several Zero Pointers fell directly onto the course, creating a new set of obstacles for the students still navigating through the tunnel. The path forward was quickly turning into a frozen battlefield, littered with chunks of ice and fallen robots, making it even more treacherous for those still struggling to catch up.

Present Mic's voice boomed through the stadium, filled with excitement. "Todoroki's created a frozen battlefield out there! The students are going to have to get creative if they want to break through!"

The students behind Todoroki now had a choice: fight their way through the frozen wreckage of the robots or find another way around. Those who hesitated, who weren't quick enough to react, would find themselves trapped by the sheer chaos Todoroki had created.

Midoriya was the first to adapt. His eyes scanned the destruction ahead, his mind clearly racing as he calculated the best path forward. He couldn't afford to waste time fighting the robots—not with Todoroki pulling ahead. And so, he shifted gears, using his Full Cowling technique to leap from robot to robot, agile and quick, dodging the falling debris and frozen limbs with a nimbleness that was impressive even from my vantage point.

I couldn't help but chuckle, watching as Midoriya closed the gap between himself and Todoroki. "He's learned so much. His control over his quirk is really paying off now."

Meanwhile, Bakugo was having none of it. His expression was a storm of frustration and determination as he blasted his way forward, explosions propelling him through the air. He wasn't trying to dodge the robots or outmaneuver the ice—he was plowing through everything in his path with sheer force. I could hear him growling in frustration as he closed in on both Todoroki and Midoriya.

"Damn nerd! I'm not letting you win!" Bakugo roared, his explosions lighting up the sky as he powered forward, leaving a trail of destruction behind him.

"Looks like Bakugo's taking the direct approach," Midnight said with a laugh, watching him tear through the course. "He's not about to let anyone get ahead of him!"

I nodded, still smiling. "Bakugo's determination is unmatched. He's using his raw power to bulldoze through the obstacle. But brute strength isn't everything… this race is far from over."

While the frontrunners fought their way through, the other students—especially those from the other departments —struggled with the chaos left in Todoroki's wake. The fallen Zero Pointers created massive barriers, and the frozen ground made it nearly impossible to gain any traction. Some students used their quirks to try and blast their way through, while others attempted to climb over the frozen wreckage.

The course was a mess, and I couldn't help but marvel at how quickly everything had devolved into chaos. But that was the point. The students were being tested—pushed to think on their feet and adapt to the situation as it unfolded.

The frozen battlefield Todoroki had crafted was already taking its toll on the competitors. I could see the chaos unfolding before me, the towering, frozen Zero-Pointers collapsing onto the course, their immense size creating new obstacles for the students to navigate. But while Todoroki, Midoriya, and Bakugo were moving ahead, leaving the frozen wreckage behind, the rest of the field was struggling to push forward.

I leaned back slightly, my eyes still on the action, feeling the buzz of anticipation in the air. The energy in the stadium had only intensified since the race began. The students, the crowd, and even Midnight and I—it was as if we were all caught in the same current, riding the wave of excitement as it continued to swell.

And yet, despite the chaos on the course, there was an undeniable sense of control among the frontrunners. Midoriya's agility, Bakugo's sheer force, and Todoroki's calculated precision—all of it pointed to the same thing: these students had faced true danger before, and it had shaped them. The USJ, I thought, my mind flashing briefly to that day. That's where they found their edge.

Midnight's voice crackled through the speakers, bringing me back to the present. "And we're not even halfway through, folks! These students are really giving it their all!"

Present Mic's booming voice joined in, adding to the excitement. "The first round is underway, and it's pure chaos, folks! The Obstacle Race is all about pushing past your limits! One lap around this stadium's outer ring—4 kilometers of pure mayhem! And remember, aside from leaving the course, anything goes! Let's see who's got what it takes!"

The stadium screens flickered, showcasing multiple angles of the race as drones buzzed overhead, capturing every moment. The cameras zoomed in on the students still scrambling through the Robo Inferno. Some were struggling with the ice-covered wreckage Todoroki had left behind, while others were already thinking ahead, trying to find alternate ways through the chaos.

As the destruction continued, a few students seemed to be in real danger of being crushed by the falling Zero-Pointers. The crowd gasped, tension rippling through the stadium. But before panic could set in, two figures emerged from the debris, their bodies gleaming as they bulldozed through the wreckage unharmed.

It was Kirishima and Tetsutetsu.

The pair moved through the destruction like two human wrecking balls, their hardening quirks allowing them to shrug off the falling debris without a second thought. They laughed as they tore through the frozen battlefield, the sheer power of their quirks turning the danger into little more than a minor inconvenience.

Present Mic's voice erupted in excitement. "And there we have it! Looks like Class 1-A's Kirishima and Class 1-B's Tetsutetsu just tanked those falling robots like pros! Nothing's getting through their hardened defenses! These two are like twin wrecking balls!"

Kirishima grinned over at Tetsutetsu, his teeth flashing in the sunlight. "Nice one, Tetsutetsu! Todoroki's not making this easy, huh?"

Tetsutetsu let out a laugh, slapping Kirishima on the back. "I'll say! But we've got this. Let's catch up to him!"

They exchanged a nod of mutual respect before charging forward again, their competitive spirits pushing them ahead. Despite the rivalry between their classes, there was a bond between them that was hard to ignore. Their quirks were almost identical, and they had grown to respect each other because of it.

"Looks like Todoroki's not the only one making waves," I commented, my voice laced with amusement. "Kirishima and Tetsutetsu's resilience is giving them an edge here. They're powering through Todoroki's ice like it's nothing."

Midnight chuckled beside me. "Oh, they're tough, no doubt about it! But they'll need more than brute force to win this race!"

As Kirishima and Tetsutetsu continued their charge, the camera shifted to another student who was making an entirely different kind of move.

Bakugo.

Unwilling to be slowed down by the chaos on the ground, Bakugo had taken to the air, his explosions propelling him high above the battlefield. His sharp eyes scanned the course as he soared overhead, watching the other students struggle with Todoroki's ice. He sneered, clearly determined not to let anyone—especially Midoriya or Todoroki—get ahead of him.

With a powerful burst of explosions, Bakugo rocketed forward, gaining significant ground on the frontrunners. His strategy was simple but effective: avoid the mess below by flying over it. Several students from Class 1-A and 1-B noticed his maneuver and quickly tried to follow suit, using their own quirks to take to the air or find alternate paths through the chaos.

Present Mic's voice rang out again, filled with excitement. "And there goes Bakugo! Looks like he's abandoned the ground entirely and blasted into the air! That's some clever thinking, folks! He's soaring over the competition!"

I couldn't help but smile. "Bakugo's explosive strategy is working. He's bypassing all of the obstacles by taking to the air."

Midnight nodded. "No surprise there! Lots of the frontrunners are from Class 1-A and 1-B! They've faced real-world threats already, and they're using every ounce of their training to push through these obstacles!"

It was true. The experiences these students had faced—not just in training, but in life-or-death situations—had changed them. They moved with purpose, their actions deliberate, their minds sharp. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing. They had learned to trust themselves, to push past fear, and now that experience was setting them apart from the rest of the competition.

"It's not that the other students aren't skilled," I said thoughtfully, my gaze fixed on the screens. "But those from Class 1-A and Class 1-B have something different. Their experiences at the USJ have changed them. They've faced real fear and danger, and now that's what drives them forward. There's no hesitation in their movements—they've overcome doubt."

Midnight glanced over at me, her grin fading slightly, replaced by a look of understanding. She didn't need to say anything—her eyes said it all. She agreed. She could see it too.

As I watched the students continue to navigate the course, my mind wandered back to the USJ incident. It had been a turning point for so many of them. Back then, they had been scared, uncertain of their abilities, doubting themselves. But now, watching them charge through the chaos with confidence, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. They had grown. They had become stronger, not just physically, but mentally and emotionally.

"These students…" I thought to myself, my heart swelling with admiration. "They're no longer afraid. They've tasted fear, and now that fear fuels them. They've been through so much, and it's becoming their strength."

Midnight remained silent, her gaze focused on the screens as well. She didn't need to comment. She knew just as well as I did how much these students had changed. In her own way, she was just as proud of them as I was, though she'd never admit it outright.

The chaos of the field still lingered in the back of my mind as the students pushed ahead, neck and neck. The energy of the crowd was alive—buzzing like a swarm of excited bees. I could feel it coursing through me, mirroring the tension that played out on the course. The top three—Todoroki, Midoriya, and Bakugo—had made it past the first obstacle, and now the 2nd challenge loomed ahead of them.

I glanced at Midnight, who shot me a wide grin, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "It's getting wild out there," she teased, her voice carrying over the roar of the crowd. "Think they'll make it through the next one unscathed?"

I laughed lightly, shaking my head as my gaze returned to the field. "Not a chance. They've barely made it this far without taking each other out."

Midnight's grin widened as she leaned into the microphone. "Well, let's see if they've got what it takes, shall we?"

The stadium screens flickered as the drone cameras zoomed in on the next major obstacle: The Fall. It was an intimidating sight—a massive pit stretching across the course, so deep that the bottom was hidden in darkness. Suspended above the chasm were narrow ropes connecting tall stone pillars, swaying slightly with the breeze. It wasn't just about physical strength now; this required balance, composure, and a steady mind.

I could see the hesitation in some of the students as they approached the edge of the pit, staring down into the abyss below. The crowd collectively held its breath, their excitement palpable, waiting to see who would make the first move.

Present Mic's voice exploded over the speakers, his enthusiasm as uncontainable as ever. "And here we go! The second obstacle, The Fall, is in full swing! It's a glorified tightrope walk, folks! One slip, and these students are going straight into the abyss! But look at them go! Todoroki's using his ice for precision, Midoriya's leaping like a pro, and Bakugo's, well… he's blowing things up as usual!"

I leaned forward slightly, watching as Todoroki made his move. He stepped out onto the first rope, ice creeping from his feet, stabilizing the rope as he slid across with precision and grace. His expression was as calm as ever, not a hint of hesitation on his face. He's focused, I thought, nodding to myself. Keeping his cool, both literally and figuratively.

Midoriya, on the other hand, took a different approach. His body was already shimmering with the green energy of Full Cowling as he leaped from pillar to pillar with agility and grace, maintaining perfect balance as he moved swiftly across the ropes. I could see the determination etched on his face, his focus unyielding.

And then there was Bakugo. With his usual fiery confidence, he ignored the ropes entirely, blasting himself from pillar to pillar using controlled explosions. The crowd cheered wildly as he shot across the gap with reckless abandon, his expression twisted into a determined scowl. He was trailing behind Todoroki and Midoriya, and I could practically feel the frustration radiating off him.

As the frontrunners made their way across, other students began to follow, each using their quirks in unique ways. Iida speeding across the ropes with impeccable balance, his movements precise and controlled.

I couldn't help but smile at their determination. "It's fascinating to see how each student adapts," I commented to Midnight. "Their quirks may be powerful, but it's their creativity and composure that will determine how they make it across."

But just as the tension of the race was reaching its peak, a new figure entered the fray, and I couldn't help but let out a small laugh.

Mei Hatsume.

With a wide grin plastered on her face, she zipped across the pit, not on the ropes, but on one of her many inventions—a hoverboard-like gadget that floated effortlessly above the abyss. The crowd was momentarily taken aback, then burst into applause, clearly entertained by her flashy entrance. Hatsume wasn't focused on winning the race. No, her eyes were glued to the cameras, her grin widening as she began to promote her inventions.

"Let me introduce you to the Hover Board Mark 3!" she called out, her voice brimming with pride. "It's perfect for situations just like this, providing you with the smoothest ride across any obstacle!"

Several students glanced at her in confusion, unsure if they were supposed to be impressed or baffled by her blatant self-promotion. Meanwhile, the crowd seemed to love it, laughing and cheering as she zipped across, clearly more interested in showcasing her gadgets than winning the race.

Present Mic's laughter echoed through the stadium. "It looks like Hatsume Mei from the Support Department has other plans in mind—namely, showing off her gadgets! But hey, if you can cross the pit with style, why not?"

Even I had to admit, the girl had flair. I shook my head, amused. "She's not even worried about the race. She's just here to steal the spotlight."

Midnight chuckled beside me. "Can't blame her. If I had cool gadgets like that, I'd be showing them off too!"

As the students continued their treacherous journey across The Fall, I couldn't help but notice the crowd starting to buzz with chatter. The screens focused on the frontrunners—Todoroki, Midoriya, and Bakugo—and I could hear snippets of conversation from the spectators.

"That Todoroki kid," someone muttered. "He's Endeavor's son, right? No wonder he's so strong."

Another voice chimed in, "Yeah, and Bakugo's the top of his class! He's got the skill to back up that attitude."

But the third voice caught my attention the most. "What about that green-haired kid? Midoriya, was it? He doesn't seem to have a flashy background, but he's right up there with them."

I smiled softly, my eyes following Midoriya as he continued to leap gracefully across the pillars. "Midoriya may not have a famous name," I murmured to myself, "but that's what makes him stand out. He's pushing himself beyond expectations, showing that you don't need a big legacy to be a powerful contender."

Midnight glanced over at me, her grin still in place. "You've got a soft spot for him, don't you?"

I chuckled, shaking my head. "He's worked hard. I'm just proud to see how far he's come."

And then, just as the frontrunners made it past The Fall, the camera zoomed in on the final obstacle: The Minefield. The tension in the stadium rose instantly. The field was littered with mines buried just beneath the surface—non-lethal, but powerful enough to knock a student off course or send them flying if they weren't careful.

Present Mic's voice rang out once more, brimming with excitement. "And here it is, folks—the final obstacle of the race: The Minefield! Watch your step! These mines aren't lethal, but they'll sure send you flying if you're not careful!"

I grinned, leaning into the microphone as I added, "The students will need to tread carefully… or they might end up like popcorn."

Midnight burst out laughing. "Popcorn! I love it!"

As Todoroki, Midoriya, and Bakugo entered the minefield, the tension between them was palpable. They weren't just racing anymore—it was a battle for dominance. Each one tried to sabotage the others, setting off mines near their opponents in an attempt to throw them off balance.

Midoriya was the first to turn the minefield to his advantage. Using his quick thinking, he deliberately set off a mine near his feet, allowing the explosion to launch him forward, gaining an unexpected speed boost. The crowd gasped, clearly impressed by his ingenuity.

Bakugo, as expected, blasted his way through the minefield with reckless abandon, his explosions sending him soaring through the air while simultaneously trying to throw Todoroki and Midoriya off course.

Todoroki, ever the strategist, froze patches of the minefield to create safe pathways for himself, while also trying to trap his competitors in the frozen ground.

Present Mic's voice was filled with excitement. "It's an all-out brawl in the minefield! Todoroki, Bakugo, and Midoriya are pulling out all the stops to take the lead! It's anyone's game right now!"

I couldn't help but laugh, watching the chaos unfold. "This isn't just a race anymore—it's a strategic battle for dominance."

And with that, the race charged toward its thrilling conclusion. The finish line was in sight, but with the tension between the top three students at an all-time high, it was impossible to predict who would come out on top. The crowd was on the edge of their seats, a roaring sea of anticipation and excitement. The air crackled with energy as the three frontrunners—Todoroki, Midoriya, and Bakugo—charged toward the finish line. The tension between them was almost palpable, a fierce rivalry playing out in every explosive leap, every icy pathway, every calculated move. It wasn't just about crossing the line anymore; it was about proving who was strongest, who could outthink and outpace the other.

I could feel my heart racing as I watched them close the distance, the minefield detonating in bursts of controlled chaos behind them. The crowd was chanting, screaming, as the three figures hurtled toward the finish, neck and neck.

Midoriya was breathing hard, his eyes wide with focus, his body still shimmering with the green energy of Full Cowling. I could see his muscles strain, pushing past the exhaustion as he charged ahead. His technique was more refined than it had been in the past—his movements smoother, more deliberate. But I could tell that every step was costing him. He's almost at his limit, I thought, my pulse quickening. But he's not giving up. He never gives up.

Bakugo, however, wasn't making it easy. He was a blur of explosions, his body twisting through the air as he used his Blast Quirk to propel himself forward, a look of fiery determination etched across his face. Every time he glanced at Midoriya, I could see the raw frustration in his eyes. He wanted to win—needed to win. To him, this wasn't just a race; it was a matter of pride, of dominance. He wasn't going to let Midoriya beat him again.

And then there was Todoroki. His face remained calm, but there was an intensity in his eyes that hadn't been there before. His ice quirk was working overtime, creating frozen pathways that gave him a brief advantage.

"They're all giving it everything they've got," I whispered, half to myself and half to Midnight, who stood beside me, equally caught up in the action.

Midnight flashed me a wide grin, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "Oh, they're more than giving it all. This is their pride on the line!"

And then it happened. The final stretch was a blur of motion, explosions, and ice. Midoriya made a bold move, deliberately setting off a cluster of mines to propel himself forward. Bakugo roared in frustration, launching a series of rapid-fire blasts to catch up. Todoroki, ever calm, froze the ground beneath him to slide across the last few meters.

The crowd roared as the three of them surged toward the finish line, neck and neck. I leaned forward, my breath catching in my throat. Who's going to win?

There was a flash of green, a burst of fire, and the sound of an explosion echoing through the air. And then—just like that—it was over. The three frontrunners crossed the line in a blur, so close together that it was impossible to tell who had come out on top.

The stadium went silent for a moment, everyone holding their breath, waiting for the result.

Present Mic's voice broke through the tension, crackling with excitement. "Whoa! What a finish! They're neck and neck—it's too close to call! We need a camera review to figure out who crossed the line first!"

I exhaled, barely realizing I'd been holding my breath. My eyes were glued to the screens as the footage was replayed in slow motion, the cameras zooming in to catch every detail. The entire stadium seemed to be frozen, the anticipation building with every passing second.

And then, finally, the result was in.

Present Mic's voice rang out, louder than ever. "And there you have it, folks! Midoriya takes first place by an inch, followed by Todoroki and Bakugo! What an incredible finish!"

The stadium erupted into cheers, the roar of the crowd nearly deafening as they celebrated the thrilling conclusion. I couldn't help but smile, pride swelling in my chest. Midoriya had done it. He had pushed himself beyond his limits, using every bit of training we had worked on together. He had faced two of the strongest students in U.A., and he had come out on top.

Midoriya himself looked stunned, his eyes wide as he stared down at his hands, still trembling from the intensity of the race. He blinked several times, as if trying to process what had just happened.

"I… I actually did it?" he muttered to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. "First place…? I can't believe I won… against them."

His expression was one of disbelief and pride, a mix of emotions that I knew all too well. I smiled warmly, watching him take it all in. He earned this.

Todoroki, meanwhile, remained calm, though I could see the flicker of frustration behind his eyes. He had come so close—just a second too late. But instead of anger, I could sense a quiet determination in him. He was already thinking about the next battle, the next challenge. I knew he would push himself even harder next time, and when he did, he wouldn't hold back.

He's saving his fire, I thought, my gaze lingering on him. Next time, he'll be even more dangerous.

And then there was Bakugo.

His reaction was as explosive as his quirk. He clenched his fists, his face twisted into a furious scowl as he glared at Midoriya. His explosions crackled in his hands, a physical manifestation of his frustration.

"That damn Deku," he growled under his breath, his voice thick with anger. "Third place? No way. I'll blow him to pieces next time. I'm not letting him beat me again."

I sighed softly, shaking my head. Typical Bakugo. His pride wouldn't allow him to accept third place, especially not when Midoriya was involved. But even in his anger, I could see the fire in his eyes—the determination to come back stronger, to win next time. He wouldn't let this go.

As the rest of the students crossed the finish line, the crowd continued to cheer, celebrating not just the top three but everyone who had made it through the grueling obstacle course. Kaminari collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily.

"Man, those three are on another level…" he muttered between labored breaths. "How did Midoriya manage to pull that off?"

Kirishima grinned, clapping him on the back. "He's got guts, man. He's really worked hard for this. I'm not surprised he won!"

Nearby, Uraraka was cheering, her face bright with excitement. "Deku, you did it! First place! I knew you could do it!"

I smiled as I watched the students congratulate each other, the camaraderie between them as strong as ever, despite the intense competition. They weren't just rivals; they were friends who pushed each other to be better, to go beyond.

As the excitement of the race began to settle, I stepped forward, addressing the students with a warm smile. "For those of you who need some healing, come over and I'll patch you up. You've earned it."

Several students immediately made their way toward me, their faces filled with gratitude. I raised my hands, the soft golden glow of my healing quirk illuminating the space around me as I began to soothe their injuries, easing their exhaustion and patching up any minor wounds.

The crowd watched in awe, murmurs of admiration spreading through the stadium. I could hear snippets of conversation—people calling me the Saintess, marveling at the gentleness of my quirk. It was a role I had grown used to, but one I still took great pride in.

As I worked, I couldn't help but glance at Midoriya, who was still standing near the finish line, staring out at the crowd in disbelief. He had come so far, and this was only the beginning.

Midnight sidled up next to me, her grin as wide as ever. "Looks like your little student is turning heads, Seraphina."

I laughed softly, my heart swelling with pride. "He's earned it. Every bit of it."

The stadium was still buzzing with the excitement of the obstacle race as the remaining students crossed the finish line. Cheers echoed around the arena, but the fatigue from the intense event was clear on their faces. Some limped toward the sidelines, while others collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily. I could feel the raw exhaustion radiating from them as I moved among the students, offering my quirk to soothe their tired muscles and heal any minor injuries.

My hands glowed faintly as I reached out to a student who had a small bruise on her arm. The familiar warmth of my healing quirk surged through my fingertips, and I felt the tension melt from her body.

"You did incredibly well," I said softly, offering her a gentle smile. "Rest now. You'll need your strength for what comes next."

She nodded, her breathless gratitude evident as she murmured a "thank you." I gave her a reassuring pat before moving on to the next student, my hands glowing with healing energy. The scene around me was filled with the soft murmurs of students recovering, but I could feel the undercurrent of tension building again. They all knew this was just the beginning.

Up ahead, Midnight was already in her element, her voice booming across the stadium. She stood tall at the center stage, whip in hand, her usual mischievous grin plastered across her face. She had the ability to command attention effortlessly, and as she raised her hand to quiet the crowd, the students focused on her, their exhaustion momentarily forgotten.

"Congratulations to our top 42 finishers!" Midnight's voice rang out with an infectious energy that seemed to lift everyone's spirits. "You've made it past the first hurdle, but don't worry—there's plenty more to come! And for those of you who didn't quite make the cut this time…" Her voice softened just a touch, though her enthusiasm never faltered. "Don't be discouraged! You'll have plenty of chances to prove yourselves in the future!"

I glanced at the students, some of whom smiled weakly, their spirits lifted by her encouragement. Others, still breathless and exhausted, gratefully accepted the healing I provided. There was a quiet resilience among them—a determination that I had grown to admire. They won't give up, I thought, as I gently placed my hands on another student's shoulders, the warmth of my quirk flowing through them.

"You've all done incredibly well," I murmured, letting my soft voice carry over the hum of the recovering students. "Rest now. You'll need your strength for what comes next."

Midnight caught my eye as I continued healing, her grin widening. She thrived in these moments, the showmanship, the thrill of it all. But even she knew the race had taken a toll on them. It wasn't just physical—there was a mental strain in these kinds of competitions, the pressure of constantly being watched, evaluated. And yet, they persevered.

With a flick of her whip, Midnight brought everyone's attention back to her, her grin widening as the massive screens in the stadium lit up with the words: Next Event: Human Cavalry Battle.

I could hear the low murmur of confusion ripple through the students, but Midnight wasn't about to give anything away just yet. She loved drawing out moments like this, keeping everyone on edge.

"Now that the preliminaries are behind us," she said, her voice dipping into a dramatic tone, "let's move on to the next round!" She glanced around the stadium, pausing for effect. "I know you're all dying to know what comes next, so let's not waste any more time!"

The students shifted, exchanging glances. Some were still catching their breath, while others straightened up, trying to focus on the new challenge ahead.

Midnight threw her arm out theatrically, her voice booming, "It's time for the Human Cavalry Battle! In this event, you'll be forming teams of two to four and carrying one person on your shoulders—just like in an old-fashioned cavalry battle!"

As she spoke, I noticed the students beginning to murmur among themselves. Some started piecing together strategies, while others speculated about which quirks would be most effective. The whispers grew louder, and I could see the excitement sparking in their eyes as they thought of ways to outmaneuver their competition.

"Obviously, the goal must be to knock the head rider off," one student whispered loudly to his teammate, already theorizing. "We'll need someone with a strong quirk for defense!"

"And someone fast on the bottom for maneuverability," another student added. "Maybe we should form teams now…"

Midnight's eye twitched as the chatter grew louder, her dramatic flair losing its impact. She waved her arms dramatically, trying to regain control of the situation. "Hey! You can't just steal my thunder before I finish explaining!" she shouted, clearly flustered. "Let me finish what I have to say!"

I stifled a laugh, my hand covering my mouth as I stepped closer to Midnight. "You do have a flair for the dramatic, Midnight," I teased, my voice light. "But don't worry, I'll take it from here."

Midnight shot me a grateful, if exasperated, smile. I could see the tension ease from her shoulders as I stepped forward. Some of the students were already watching me closely, especially the boys, their eyes wide as if mesmerized by the soft lilt of my voice. It was always amusing, the way my presence seemed to captivate them.

I smiled gently, glancing at the sea of eager faces. "Let's talk about points, shall we?" I began, my tone light but commanding enough to quiet the murmurs. "Starting from 42nd place, you'll each receive 5 points. Those in 41st place will have 10 points, and so on…"

The students were listening closely now, their expressions growing more serious as they realized how the point system would impact the next event. But I wasn't done just yet.

"But…" I paused, letting the word hang in the air for a moment. A few students straightened up, curious. I couldn't help but let my smile turn a little mischievous as I glanced at Midoriya, who was watching me with wide, anxious eyes.

"The first-place finisher…" I continued, my voice teasing, "well, let's just say things are a little different for you."

Midoriya blinked, his confusion clear. "W-what does she mean by that?" he muttered to himself, already looking concerned.

I held his gaze for a moment longer before turning back to the crowd, drawing out the suspense. I could feel the tension rising in the air, the students waiting for the final reveal. Even Midnight was leaning in slightly, enjoying the buildup.

Finally, with a playful gleam in my eyes, I dropped the bombshell. "The first-place student will receive 10 million points!"

The reaction was immediate. The entire stadium gasped, and all eyes locked onto Midoriya, who stood frozen, his face pale with shock. The weight of the revelation hit him like a tidal wave—he was now the biggest target in the entire event.

"10 million points?!" I heard him mutter, his voice barely audible as he stared at the ground. "That… that makes me the biggest target out here…"

The students around him were already murmuring amongst themselves, their eyes darting toward him with a mixture of curiosity, envy, and excitement. The entire dynamic of the event had shifted in an instant.

"10 million, huh?" Bakugo smirked, his voice dripping with menace. "Deku, you're dead meat."

Todoroki, ever composed, glanced toward Midoriya with a calm expression. I could see the gears turning in his mind, already strategizing for the upcoming battle. "Midoriya… I'll have to be cautious."

Even the students from the other departments were eyeing Midoriya, intrigued by the sudden shift in stakes. He was no longer just another competitor—he was the target, the prize that everyone would be gunning for.

I stepped back, my playful smile still in place as Midnight regained control of the stage. "Well, there you have it, folks!" she called out, her excitement infectious. "The Human Cavalry Battle is about to begin! Form your teams wisely, and remember—the stakes are high! Let's see who can come out on top!"

As the students dispersed, frantically trying to form teams, I couldn't help but glance back at Midoriya, who was standing in the center of the commotion, his face pale with shock, eyes darting around as the realization of his situation truly set in. He was now a walking target, with 10 million points hanging over his head like a flashing neon sign. The weight of it bore down on him, his expression a mix of disbelief and anxiety. Students from all directions were glancing his way—some sizing him up, others already plotting.

I stifled a small smile, feeling both amused and a little protective. Poor Midoriya. He always seemed to find himself in situations like this. He never sought the spotlight, but somehow, it always found him. And now, with the stakes higher than ever, the entire arena's focus was trained squarely on him.

Midnight continued to command the stadium, explaining the finer points of the Human Cavalry Battle, but my attention was on Midoriya. From my vantage point, I could see his body tense up with each passing moment, the internal struggle playing out on his face. The other students were moving fast, already forming alliances and whispering strategies. But Midoriya… he was stuck, trapped in his own head, trying to figure out how to navigate this new challenge.

He'll need a team, I thought, my gaze softening as I watched him. But who will stand with him, knowing he's the prime target?

Around the stadium, the frenzy to form teams had already begun. Students were frantically pairing off, evaluating each other's quirks and strengths. In the crowd, I could hear snippets of conversation—some eager, others anxious.

"I need someone fast on my team!" one student called out, scanning the crowd.

"I've got defense covered—who's got an offensive quirk?" another student shouted, waving their arms as they tried to gather teammates.

Bakugo, of course, wasn't wasting any time. His sharp gaze landed on Kirishima, who grinned back at him with his usual enthusiasm.

"You're with me," Bakugo growled, pointing at him with a tone that left no room for argument.

Kirishima laughed, clearly not bothered by Bakugo's brusque demeanor. "Of course, man! Let's take down some teams together!"

Other students were a bit more frantic, unsure of who to trust or which teams to join. I saw Todoroki quietly surveying the scene, calm as ever, his eyes flicking between potential teammates. He was calculating, as always, but I could sense a subtle shift in his demeanor—a quiet intensity that suggested he wasn't just here to participate. He was here to win.

And then, there was Midoriya.

He stood there, still frozen, his mind clearly racing as he tried to figure out his next move. His eyes darted from group to group, watching as teams rapidly formed around him, each one casting occasional glances his way. But no one approached him. Not yet. The weight of the 10 million points loomed too large—too risky for most.

I felt a pang of sympathy as I watched him, knowing how hard it must be for him to shoulder this burden. But then, a familiar voice broke through the haze of uncertainty.

"Deku!" Uraraka's voice rang out as she pushed through the crowd, making her way toward him. "We're going to form a team, right?"

The relief on Midoriya's face was palpable. "U-Uraraka… You're still willing to team up with me? Even with all the points…?"

Uraraka smiled, her face lighting up with her usual warmth. "Of course! What kind of friend would I be if I left you hanging?"

Midoriya's shoulders seemed to relax a little at her words, though the worry in his eyes hadn't completely vanished. He opened his mouth to thank her, but before he could speak, another voice chimed in.

"I'll join you too."

It was Iida, his posture rigid and resolute as always. He stood tall beside Midoriya, his expression serious but determined.

"If you're at risk, Midoriya, then it's only right that I help protect you. As your class president, I have a duty to ensure that we face this challenge together."

Midoriya blinked, momentarily stunned. His lips quirked up into a grateful smile. "Iida… Uraraka… Thank you."

But even with his closest friends by his side, the tension lingered. Three people made a team, but the rules allowed for up to four. And in a game like this, they needed all the help they could get. I watched as Midoriya's eyes scanned the remaining students, searching for someone—anyone—who might be willing to take the risk and join their team.

Just when it seemed like no one else would step forward, an unexpected voice rang out from the back.

"Hey, Mister 10 Million!"

Everyone's heads turned toward the sound, and there, strolling confidently with her usual self-assured grin, was none other than Mei Hatsume. The moment she stepped forward, I couldn't help but smile. Of course, it would be her.

"I couldn't help but overhear that you're in need of a fourth teammate," she said, pushing up her oversized goggles and waving her arms animatedly. Her grin widened, her eyes practically glowing with excitement. "And wouldn't you know it? I've got the perfect solution—my babies!"

Midoriya blinked, clearly caught off guard by her casual disregard for his name. "M-Mister 10 Million?" he stammered, looking more confused than ever.

"Oh, don't worry about it!" Hatsume chirped, waving dismissively. "Names are secondary. You—" she pointed directly at him, not missing a beat, "—are the perfect candidate! Ten million points? That's exactly the kind of attention my babies need! Think of all the exposure they'll get with everyone chasing after us! It's practically a business goldmine!"

Midoriya exchanged bewildered glances with Uraraka and Iida, both of whom looked equally at a loss for words. "Wait, you want to join our team… just to show off your gadgets?" he asked, still trying to wrap his head around Hatsume's unique logic.

"Obviously!" Hatsume beamed, not the least bit concerned with the stakes. She took a step closer, leaning in as if sharing a grand secret. "The more screen time, the better! Think about it. You're the center of attention, and what better way to showcase my inventions than to stick with the one everyone's going to be watching?"

Uraraka looked as if she wanted to protest, but before she could say a word, Hatsume was already running a mental inventory of her gear. "I'll bring in my Hover Boots Mk. 5 for maneuverability, a prototype Stabilizer Belt—which, by the way, I just finished tweaking last week—and, oh! I've got the perfect set of grappling arms that will make sure we never get knocked down!"

Midoriya, though overwhelmed, could sense the enthusiasm radiating from Hatsume. "I-I guess it could help us keep up... but—" He was quickly interrupted by her triumphant declaration.

"I'm in!" Hatsume clapped her hands together, the decision apparently made. "This'll be a great chance to show everyone the future of hero support gear! You guys just need to keep the points—I'll handle the fame."

Midoriya looked to Iida and Uraraka again, both of them clearly unsure but unable to argue with her passion. Finally, Midoriya sighed and nodded, still in disbelief at how quickly things had escalated.

"Okay… Welcome to the team, Hatsume."

She beamed even wider, eyes sparkling behind her goggles. "That's Mister 10 Million's team now. Don't worry, this is going to be great for business!"

I stood back, quietly observing the scene as Midoriya's team finally came together. It was an odd group, but there was something about it that felt right—like pieces falling into place. Uraraka, with her unwavering kindness and determination, Iida, ever the disciplined leader, and Hatsume, whose unpredictable ingenuity might just tip the scales in their favor.

But even with a full team, the challenge ahead was monumental. Midoriya's 10 million points painted a giant target on his back, and I could already sense the other teams gearing up to come after him. Bakugo was smirking, his eyes locked onto Midoriya like a predator sizing up his prey. Todoroki was calm, but his sharp gaze showed that he was already formulating a plan. Other students from Class 1-B and even General Studies were whispering amongst themselves, no doubt preparing their strategies.

I sighed softly, my heart going out to Midoriya. He was about to face an onslaught unlike anything before, but I knew he wouldn't back down. He never did. And with his friends by his side, he stood a fighting chance.

Midnight's voice echoed through the stadium once more, signaling the final moments before the battle began. "Alright, everyone! Teams are locked in! Prepare yourselves for the Human Cavalry Battle!"

The students tensed, their eyes sharp with anticipation. I could feel the shift in the air—a mixture of nerves, excitement, and raw determination. The next round was about to begin, and the stakes had never been higher.

I smiled softly, watching as Midoriya's team prepared for the challenge ahead. "Good luck, Midoriya," I whispered to myself, feeling the thrill of what was to come. "You're going to need it."

The stage was set. The battle was about to begin.