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"ATLAS... IMPACT!!!!!" Ichiro shouted, slamming his palm down on the ring. The ground shook violently as a massive fissure, aimed directly at Mike, yawned open. Mike had just managed to jump out of the way of the crack, but realized what he should be doing. Mike made sure to keep his breathing steady, in through the nose, and out through the mouth. He had practiced this in his training, but two weeks wasn't quite long enough to get the technique down pat. The cannon extended from his wrist brace retracted, and he turned around to face the chasm.

 

"But it's now or never," Mike muttered, taking one last deep breath before leaping straight into the chasm. His feet hit against the side, and with his hands stretched out and aimed just down, he ran alongside the fissure's wall with a light, steady stream of force being exerted from his hands to keep him from falling down any further. Once the chasm was beginning to get too narrow for him to run any further, he jump upwards and put a lot of his remaining force in a blast from the jets on his back and the ones on his feet.

 

"RISING EMERALD FIST!"

 

In a burst of green light he shot from the chasm, wisps of neon-green energy trailing from his body, fist wound back and ready to put the remainder of his force into a strong punch aimed at Ichiro. With this move he would have emptied his reserves completely and would need to take a second to refill his suit's charge. Hopefully that wouldn't be necessary.

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"Parents Approval huh?"

 

Sayuri nodded in response, to further confirm that was indeed what she was talking about.

 

"Who needs that sheet. I know I live perfectly fine, day to day, without having my parents be proud of me. Hell...I know they aren't proud of me. I don't know what my mom thinks of me anyway. We haven't talked in so long. She just sits at home all day...locked away in her room...Heroes leave a bad taste in her mouth, you know. She's Quirkless. And my old man...I prefer what the trash on the bottom of my heel thinks of me. That guy can rot in his jail cell for all I care."

 

Jail cell? Gin had her attention from the get-go with that bold answer of his, but by now he had her full curiosity. She'd have to ask about that sometime, if it wasn't too personal. It was probably too personal. I won't pry about it then. Unless we somehow become friends or something, at least.

 

"What I mean to say is...I'm my own person. I don't need anyone else's approval but my own. Sure, you might love your parents, but you don't need their approval. If your parents were Villains, would you want their approval? It's not a damned requirement for a kid to get that on their checklist of accomplishments. The one's that seek that kinda stuff in the first place...everyone's approval...they're the worst kind of people in this world, Wolfy."

 

Sayuri nodded enthusiastically, seeming moderately inspired by Gin's words. Forcing the last of her yakitori into her own mouth as Gin got his own, she was about to start signing a response, before he finished off his answer with a very Gin-like "Is that all you wanted...my blunt opinion on your house life. You must've been desperate, huh?"

 

That's one way to put it I guess, Sayuri signed, whilst putting her teeth to use by chewing down that last big bite of delicious yakitori. Talking with one's mouth full was a lot easier when sign language was one's primary method of communication. The other boys seem either too nice to give me a straight answer, or wouldn't bother answering at all, or are Terro who I'm not sure if he's a card short of a deck or what. And then the vibrator girl is kind of dumb, and the crystal girl seems way too sensitive about any parent-related topics to get an answer out of her. Which left you. I'm very happy with this answer by the way! I'll keep it in mind when I speak with my parents from now on.

 

Although, dropping the bomb that I don't want to be a hero sounds more like something that should be discussed in person. And I definitely can't do it during the holidays at the end of the year. I'll need some other opportunity down the line I guess.

 

By the way, it's fine if I sit here for a bit, right? Sayuri seated herself down in the waiting room, being sure to put just enough distance between herself and Gin that she wasn't too close, but not too far away either since she didn't want to look like she was scared of him or anything. Going to the store and back was a pretty long walk, so my feet are a little tired.


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"RISING EMERALD FIST!"

 

Ichiro watched as Mike was coming at him with this strike. Not even his Atlas Impact could stop him. With a small sigh, he looked down at his right fist and clenched it tightly.

 

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Alright...alright. he thought, before winding his own fist back. "Alright...you're coming at me at full power Mike..." Ichiro exhaled slowly, before shifting his stance to throw the punch. "So...I'm throwing everything at you!! SKY....PARTER....PUNCH!!!"

 

The punch that Ichiro threw collided with Mike's and what ensued was a blast of green energy emitting from the impact and even the clouds overhead the arena immediately parted and were dispersed as well. The crowds were shocked and awed by this strike, including Rei. This was a side of Ichiro that he hadn't seen before...and it was one he hoped he'd one day see.

 

After the struggle between the punches ceased, the two combatants were forced back from one another, now standing on opposite sides of the arena, with Mike being sent flying through the air and having quite the rough landing.

 

Mike, who seemed quite bruised and winded, slowly got up. He was still content to fight...and so was Ichiro. Though for a short moment, he looked at his right arm. N-Ngh...this has...one more punch in it. Damnit... he thought, sighing before rushing forward towards Mike. Scooping up a small piece of the shattered arena, Ichiro took it and lobbed it at Mike.

 

After he lobbed the piece at Mike, who simply dodged it and prepared to use his cannon again, Ichiro stopped before gritting his teeth. "Atlas Tatami!!" he shouted, before slamming his left fist into the ground and raising another piece of the arena before kicking it towards Mike. This should knock Mike out of the ring...it should've.

 

Ichiro watched as the tatami went from going towards Mike to back towards him after using his own force. Without thinking, Ichiro rushed towards the tatami and swung with his right hand, punching it back, making it shatter and in the process, breaking his right arm. He reeled back a bit in pain, but didn't let this stop him. He continued to push forward, rushing towards Mike as he did his best to push him out of the ring. But it wasn't going in that direction. What happened was Mike moved and ducked low, only blasting him in his center with a low focused blast.

 

"S-sheet!" Ichiro said, not being able to brace himself in time, as he was sent flying back a bit away from Mike. He slowly got back on his feet and prepared to go for Mike again. I-I ain't gonna stop!!

 

Unfortunately, as Ichiro rushed towards him, Mike immediately noticed his broken arm. He used this to his advantage. He began twisting to his side, letting Ichiro get close to him for a grapple, but since his right arm was out of commission, so he couldn't immediately grab him. With this being done, Mike finally put his palm on Ichiro's back and used his force to push him back.

 

Being forced back, Ichiro landed on the arena floor, straight on his right arm. He let out a grunt as he did his best to get up. While he did so, Mike kept Ichiro down by use of his second-cannon style blast on him, only just giving him a shocking feeling. Ichiro was only able to grab Mike's ankle, still trying to get up. Right now...right now...

 

...I can't. H-Heh...guess I can't beat him. Ichiro thought, before moving a bit and just turning over on his back. "...H-Heh...at the expense of my right arm...a-a-and I still couldn't win..." he chuckles lightly. "...y-you're a hell...o-of a fighter, Mike... I...I give."

 

Mike looked at Ichiro, feeling the adrenaline wearing off as he started chuckling, the exhaustion starting to set in. "You too, man... you too..."

 

Loser: Herculean Hero - Atlas

Winner: Force Hero - Greenshift

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Valerie, having spent the time after her match running laps, had worked up quite a sweat by now. More importantly her body had built up quite a bit of body heat. So much that she struggled to contain it and anyone within several feet of her would be able to feel the effects. It was something that occasionally made class...difficult for the others.

 

It was nearing time for the next round and Valerie had seen who was advancing. With a disappointed sigh she went around to the waiting rooms to find Goto. Once she did, she saw him sitting on his own. He would be able to feel her approach before she said anything. "So, looks like it's just us."

She glanced at the screen, which was showing the end of the last match, and back towards her next opponent. "And we have to fight, ain't them the breaks?" She leaned against the wall, looking Goto up and down. "You nervous? I mean, you should be, you're fighting the to-be-winner. Not gonna be as easy as whatshisname. But you better give me your best...no, better than your best."

 

Her grin faltered ever so slightly, as she glanced back at the screen. "None of them went through...Did you know some of our class didn't join because they figured I'd be the only one to have a chance? Sometimes I wonder if I'm pushing you all down."

She stopped herself and laughed. Damn Goto, always was too easy to ramble to. She bonked herself on the head. "This tournment's making me think about a lot of dumb things isn't it?" Pushing herself off the wall she pointed aggressively at Goto. "You better help me show everyone what our class is made of!"

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“I used a lot of electricity at the end there, I got to be careful next and just knock them out instead.”

 

Aaron spent his resting period in one of the waiting rooms charging up and watching the matches that have been completed, and his own. Aaron was amazed to see some of his classmates making it through and just to see 1-B’s quirks was a sight to see. However, he was in the room for a while and needed a quick break from watching and get a quick snack before continuing. Aaron unplugged from his charger and proceeded out the room, but only to accidentally bump into someone on his way out. The person in question was Akira, though he didn’t seem to be bothered by the bump, nor did he acknowledge Aaron’s presence for that matter. However, “Sorry about that Akira.” Akira turned to look at Aaron with a look of confusion and disdain towards him. “Who are you?”

 

“I’m your classmate, Aaron Storm? I sit near the front of the class.”

 

“Ah. The American. I thought your name was Mike.”

 

“Nah, he’s the Canadian. Aaron said scratching his head. “I watched your match, you did great.”

 

“So, I’ve heard. Anyways, there was a match I was going to watch.” Akira then proceeded to walk away from Aaron.

 

“Yeah, I was going to watch the next match.”

 

“Next match? I’m just watching a video of the first”

 

“No, I mean I was watching a bunch of- Actually, can I ask you a question before you go?” Akira stopped, and with a sigh of vexation, turned his head, “Ask away.”

 

“Why were you adamant about giving up your match without a second thought?”

 

“Because I have nothing to prove. That fight showed how pointless this whole thing is.” And with that answer, Akira continued on his way leaving Aaron behind. “There is always something to prove Akira.”

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The girl seemed to be satisfied with his answer, nodding in approval...not that he needed it or anything.  However...something inside made him feel as if he made her feel better by being so blunt.  It was a rare feeling...and it definitely wasn't hatred.  The girl continued to sign.  

 

That's one way to put it I guess   The other boys seem either too nice to give me a straight answer, or wouldn't bother answering at all, or are Terro who I'm not sure if he's a card short of a deck or what. And then the vibrator girl is kind of dumb, and the crystal girl seems way too sensitive about any parent-related topics to get an answer out of her. Which left you. I'm very happy with this answer by the way! I'll keep it in mind when I speak with my parents from now on.

 

Gin almost spat out his Yakitori, opting to choke on it instead.  He'd rather die than have a classmate make him laugh out loud.  Wolfy was almost as blunt as he was.  Contrasted to Gin, she literally couldn't voice her opinion.  It was probably a lot easier to keep those bottled up.  But her synopsis on all of the other classmates was quite amusing.  Coughing, and pounding on his chest, Gin regained his angry demeanor.  Although, he couldn't help but look back as he saw her hands flying through the air again.

 

By the way, it's fine if I sit here for a bit, right? Going to the store and back was a pretty long walk, so my feet are a little tired.

 

"Tch.  Do what you want.  I'm not gonna be sitting here long anyways.  The first fight of the next round is gonna begin soon.  That jack-off Akira is fighting...I still have to study up on him."  Gin began to walk out of the waiting room.  Looking back to Sayori, he began to sign.  

 

I thought dogs loved walking.  

 

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Goto sat silently in the waiting room.  The first round had finished up.  Soon, it would be his turn to go at it with a fellow classmate.  Was this the feeling 1-A was having this entire time?  He began to tug at his Uniform's collar.  It was getting pretty hot in here.

 

"So, looks like it's just us."

 

"Oh...so it was you."  Goto muttered, his uniform collar snapping back against his skin.  He looked behind him to see Valerie coming into the room.  "Looks like it, huh?"

 

"And we have to fight, ain't them the breaks?" She leaned against the wall, looking him up and down.  He couldn't help but want to cover himself from her gaze with that weird body scan.

 

"Looks like it..." Goto repeated.

 

"You nervous? I mean, you should be, you're fighting the to-be-winner. Not gonna be as easy as whatshisname. But you better give me your best...no, better than your best."

 

"My last fight was a joke.  Anything would be better than that.  I guess fighting you is a step in the right direction, huh?"  Goto said, laughing through a smile.  He clenched his fist, a rubbery squeaking coming from the inside of his palm.  "I wouldn't wanna come at you with anything less Val."  The girl's smile started to dissipate.  It wasn't like Val to be so down...but there was definitely a strong case for he to be.  

 

"None of them went through...Did you know some of our class didn't join because they figured I'd be the only one to have a chance? Sometimes I wonder if I'm pushing you all down."  The girl paused.  She always came to him for stuff like this...when she was down.  He got to see the more vulnerable side to her.  Was she trying to bounce something off of him?  His quirk didn't work in a abstract way.  "This tournment's making me think about a lot of dumb things isn't it?" Pushing herself off the wall she pointed aggressively at Goto. "You better help me show everyone what our class is made of!"

 

"This class has got a lot of talent Val.  It's never been just about you.  You're special...but the rest are trying their best.  Maybe they just figured that they wouldn't get in your way.  You seem to be the main character of 1-B, you know."  Gin smiled sweetly, but there was a hint of sadness behind it.  Had he always thought that.  "I've been thinking of a lot of dumb things lately...you're not alone there."  Goto replayed Val's exact motions, mimicking her aggressive pointing.  However, Goto's hand stretched out to push up against Val's nose.  "We'll show them who the real deals are!"  

 

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Ino sat in the stands among the scattered groups of student and faculty.  She had a couple of bandages on her arm, and her cheeks were a little red, but she waited enthusiastically for the next round to begin.  She would flag down anyone from her class, looking for a seat, to come sit next to her.  She kept her vibrating to a minimum as best as possible, to not infringe on anyone else's enjoyment of the tournament.  A feminine whisper could be heard over the intercoms throughout the stadium.  Even though it was a whisper, it was still quite loud, and comparable to any regular voice that was on speaker.  

 

"the first round of the annual u.a. sports festival tournament has concluded.  give a warm round of applause to all of the competitors of the first round, won't you please?"  The stadium erupted into applause and cheer.  "now if you would point your attention to the screen, we will announce the contenders of the next round!"  

 

On the giant monitor, the bracket from the beginning had updated itself.  

 

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"the first fight will be Isami Koboyashi versus Akira Tomoaki!  let's get the lead out folks."  

 

The sun was high in the sky.  As the two headed inside the ring, they would be met with Suna and Mako standing in the middle.  Suna would welcome Isami to the stage, and Mako the same to Akira.  As they met in the middle, the two referees made their way to opposites sides of the ring.

 

"let the first fight of the second round...BEGIN!"  The last word was spoken in a loud whisper, causing a boom to almost destroy each speaker throughout the stadium.

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"This class has got a lot of talent Val.  It's never been just about you.  You're special...but the rest are trying their best.  Maybe they just figured that they wouldn't get in your way.  You seem to be the main character of 1-B, you know."

 

Valerie returned Goto's smile, but, like him, there was something else behind the smile. Main character. The thought sent a thrill down Valerie's spine. The main character, the best, these were the things she was striving for. So was that it? Had she already reached the top? Then why didn't it feel that way...

And, if she was the main character, did that mean she was making the rest of her class supporting characters just by being there?

 

She was startled out of her thoughts as Goto poked her in the nose, causing the girl to laugh her boisterous laugh.

"We'll show them who the real deals are!"

 

"You bet your rubber ass we will." Valerie said, grabbing Goto's hand and shaking it firmly. "Now, you'll probably want to watch the match without melting, I'll be in another room, seeya on the stage!" She waved and headed towards the first empty room she could find. If she recalled the first fight would include that snake boy she had spoke to. She hoped he did well, he seemed to not have much confidence from what she had seen.

 

If anyone entered the room she was in they'd be able to feel the heat coming from her, especially as she continued to jog in place as she watched the screen intently.

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When Gin started choking on his food, Sayuri's first instinct was to get up and help him with that. Hero or not, helping somebody when they were choking on food was just part of being a decent human being. But it is Gin. He'd probably rather take care of it himself. I'll intervene if he starts to lose consciousness or something. Fortunately for both parties involved, Sayuri's assistance ultimately proved unnecessary, as Gin was able to take care of the choking problem himself. He seemed to glance in her direction again as she asked about seating herself in the room, and answered in the usual Gin manner.

 

"Tch. Do what you want. I'm not gonna be sitting here long anyways. The first fight of the next round is gonna begin soon. That jack-off Akira is fighting...I still have to study up on him."

 

Sayuri nodded once more. She wasn't certain on what Akira's Quirk did, but she knew that it was strong. He won the last round's fight without any sort of effort, once he started fighting. Sayuri wouldn't want to be up against either of these boys, that much was certain. Before Gin left, he turned to her and said one last thing.

 

I thought dogs loved walking. 

 

Sayuri was thrown off entirely. It wasn't that he said it, but rather that he signed that directly to her. Not only did Gin know sign language well enough to understand everything Sayuri had said to him, but he was able to sign stuff back to her! That made a whopping two people who knew sign language well enough to just do that, besides Sayuri herself! Madam Mic seemed to know sign language - Sayuri recalled seeing her sign some stuff at some point - and apparently Gin could do it to. Her parents knew well enough to understand anything Sayuri signed, but doing it themselves always seemed a bit more challenging. She understood in her mother's case, since Japanese wasn't her first language, but her father...

 

Well, he's useless most of the time anyway.

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Soon, the second round was starting, and Sayuri wanted to watch this closely. With the worst fighters weeded out, it was down to eight probably-really-good fighters. Still, I think Isami's run in the tournament ends here. He's good at using his Quirk, but there's a pretty big power gap between the two. Even so, it promised to be good entertainment if nothing else. Sayuri made her way through the stands. With a new supply of yakitori and other snacks for her classmates of course. She wanted to talk with other classmates, and between the crowded seats, the noisy cheering fans, and one toddler who yanked on her tail whose face she almost clawed at in retaliation, she didn't care who she wound up sitting next to as long as she knew them. Ultimately, the first person she found was Ichiro. His right arm was in a sling. Not entirely surprising, given his fight with Mike.

 

She started with a quick tug on his sleeve, followed by a simple signed salutation. Yo. Mind if I sit here?

 

"Oh Sayuri! Y-Yeah. I don't have a problem with you sitting here."

 

And so, Sayuri seated herself down, next to the strong man who had a remarkable habit of breaking his body from using his Quirk. I saw your fight last round. You sure do hurt yourself a lot with that Quirk, don't you?


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As Asuka made her way through the stands, trying to find a good spot to watch the fights from, she heard a familiar voice calling out to her. Glancing in its direction, she saw that it was Ino, flagging her down and trying to get her to sit next to the vibrating girl. It was good to see her in such high spirits after her fight and injuries, and she didn't look all that hurt either! Asuka was relieved. Sure this was a tournament for people to fight, but that didn't mean it was okay for people to get maimed or have bones broken or anything major like that.

 

For a brief moment, Asuka couldn't help but think of Ichiro and his Quirk. Perhaps not everyone could avoid breaking some bones in this tournament.

 

She shook the thought before long. Asuka was sure Ichiro was experienced in the use of his Quirk, and that the broken bones were just a drawback of it being that powerful. Her attention turned back to Ino, as she made her way toward and then sat next to Ino.

 

"Good job last round," Asuka sincerely praised. "It seemed like you really put up a good fight, and Terro's a pretty strong opponent so that makes it all the more impressive! How are your injuries, by the way? Are you feeling alright?"


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Terro's grandpa sat by Rei the whole first round. The two seemed to have hit it off just fine, as they cracked jokes and swapped stories about their respective wards. The older man had quiet down when Ichiro returned to the group so the brothers could talk. However, then a small wolfgirl appeared, signing if she could sit there and pointing out the fact that Ichiro hurt himself.

"I believe most children hurt themselves when discovering their powers," He commented as he stroked his majestic beard. "I remember one time, when Terro was still learning his powers, he went to a cliff side and tried to levitate some rocks. He instead ripped the whole ground out from under him and caused an avalanche that buried him. Broke several bones in his body doing so. So don't feel bad about injuring yourself, Ichiro" He thought to himself. "You may want to ask Terro for some lessons though. Sometimes, overwhelming strength isn't necessary for defeating an opponent, and that 'Mike' fellow was one such example," Ichiro looked at Terro's grandfather and looked at the sling his arm was resting in. Right now, if there was anyone he could most likely get some experience and lessons from in the realm of fighting and maybe even controlling his Quirk, aside from the teachers, it was down to Terro.

 
"I...I think that might be a good idea." Ichiro nodded, before chuckling nervously. "I mean, if Terro doesn't have any problems with it. Annnnnnd has a bit of patience with a beginner like me."
 
"Trust me, Terro is in no position to complain. It took me nearly 15 years to drill what he knows into his head. I swear, the boy is denser than the rocks he uses," The old man looked up to see Terro approaching the group. "Oh, and speak of the devil, here he is,"
 
"Hey everyone," Terro said with a wave before sitting by his grandfather. he looked over, and then noticed the wolfgirl sitting there with the group. "Oh, hey Sayuri! How are you enjoying the tournament so far?"
 
Most of the first round was too one-sided, Sayuri signed in response. Or something stupid would happen, like in Isami's fight. It's been fun to talk to people between rounds though, so that's nice. Terro nodded in response. It took him a bit to decypher what was signed, but he did manage to do it! His attention was grabbed however, by his grandfather speaking out to him.
 
"You fought well," The old man said, closing his eyes, his voice getting serious. "You fought with honor, and showed restraint. You did very well indeed... however...," He opened his eyes to stare at Terro, an aura of menace surrounding him. "You made one crucial flaw. One mistake that I, as your grandfather, and Grand Master, can not forgive...," Terro blinked, and started to sweat a little. 

"Wh-what's that, Grandpa?" He asked meekly, seemingly shrinking in his grandfather's presence. The atmosphere was tense, nearly making it hard to breathe... before it instantly lightened up when the old man put Terro in a headlock and playfully stated.

"You fell down again, and right after I told you not to as well! You're steadfast as the mountain, right?" He teased as he gave his grandson a noogie. Terro grunted, trying to escape, but the old man was just too strong!
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"O-Ow...!" Ichiro groaned a bit, rubbing his arm as he looked at Nurse Neko, who just stabbed her index claw right into his right arm. He figured he'd be used to this by now, but still.

 

"There we go!" Nurse Neko said happily, taking her claw and moving it before grabbing a sling and putting it on Ichiro. "While it IS healing, it's going to be a while before you can just outright use your arm. I'm prescribing you to wear this for today and possibly tomorrow. By then, you should be good."

 

"O-Okay...thanks Nurse Neko..." Ichiro sighed, looking at his arm in the sling. "Was really trying not to have this happen today..."

 

"Well, there are somethings you can't help when learning how to properly use a Quirk." Nurse Neko smiled. "Though a word to the wise, try your best to control it to where you aren't breaking things. You can't always come running to me for a healing. Next time ya do, I might charge, nya~"

 

This caused Ichiro to chuckle nervously, as he proceeded to leave the infirmary. Was...was she joking? I hope she was...otherwise I may be screwed later...

 

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Ichiro made his way through the stands, finding Rei quite easily. And with Terro's grandfather, no less. He sighed as he made his way towards the two and he was immediately approached by Rei who hugged him.

 

"There he is! That was a hell of a match, Ichi!" Rei chuckled, not realizing at the moment that Ichiro's arm was in a sling, until he finally looked at his brother's face and quickly moved back. "Oh...sorry."

 

"I-It's alright..." Ichiro said, now being ushered to sit down by Rei. "Nurse Neko said it'd heal. I'm supposed to wear this for the rest of the day and possibly tomorrow." However, before anything else was said, Ichiro felt a tug on his sleeve. Upon turning around, he saw Sayuri there.

 

Yo. Mind if I sit here?

 

"Oh Sayuri! Y-Yeah. I don't have a problem with you sitting here." Ichiro said, watching the wolf girl sitting down before signing something else to him.

 

I saw your fight last round. You sure do hurt yourself a lot with that Quirk, don't you?

 

Ichiro watched each thing Sayuri signed and nodded, finally understanding. He chuckled lightly, before sighing. "Y-Yeah. And sometimes I try not to...but it seems like I just can't get the hang of this whole thing."

 

"I believe most children hurt themselves when discovering their powers. I remember one time, when Terro was still learning his powers, he went to a cliff side and tried to levitate some rocks. He instead ripped the whole ground out from under him and caused an avalanche that buried him. Broke several bones in his body doing so. So don't feel bad about injuring yourself, Ichiro"

 

He looked over at Terro's grandfather and heard what he said. Terro? Breaking bones while learning his Quirk? Ichiro wanted to chuckle a bit, but he decided against it, only nodding at the older man's explanation.

 

"You may want to ask Terro for some lessons though. Sometimes, overwhelming strength isn't necessary for defeating an opponent, and that 'Mike' fellow was one such example."

 

Ichiro looked at Terro's grandfather and looked at the sling his arm was resting in. Right now, if there was anyone he could most likely get some experience and lessons from in the realm of fighting and maybe even controlling his Quirk, aside from the teachers, it was down to Terro. "I...I think that might be a good idea." he nodded, before chuckling nervously. "I mean, if Terro doesn't have any problems with it. Annnnnnd has a bit of patience with a beginner like me."

 

"Trust me, Terro is in no position to complain. It took me nearly 15 years to drill what he knows into his head. I swear, the boy is denser than the rocks he uses. Oh, and speak of the devil, here he is."
 
Ichiro looked and sure enough, Terro had just arrived in the group. He watched Terro and his grandfather act in such a way that seemed quite amusing. His thoughts went to imagining that being like his father and him. With a sigh, the thought left, as he knew that his father really acting like that with him around would be a slim chance to none.
 
"Heh, hey you might wanna cut him some slack, Goutetsu." Rei chuckled, shaking his head. "Sure he may've fallen, but at least didn't just rip a hole in the ground."
 
Goutetsu, Terro's grandfather, only laughed and stroked along his beard once more. "Ah, but he did. Remember, he ripped the ground out. The one that he and Ino were riding on."
 
"Fair enough. Fair enough." Rei chuckled with a nod.
 
Ichiro sighed as he shook his head, rubbing the back of his head as he saw Terro moving over towards him and Sayuri. "Well...seems both my brother and your grandfather are getting along well. And I heard about your match, Terro. It sounds like it was a pretty amazing match up. You getting Ino first round."
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Following the end of the match, Mike had promptly gone to the waiting room and opened his bag. Awaiting him inside was a vast collection of protein bars and drinks and energy gels, among a collection of other snacks. Much of what was inside was from a care-package from home, however, he still had spent a chunk of his own allowance looking for any snacks or treats that would suit his needs. He had spoken a few times with the U.A. support team about a personal, special energy gel that could be as caloric-ally dense as possible, with as many electrolytes as they could muster, while still maintaining a degree of edibility and, of course, safety. The solution itself was packed inside the same bag in smaller, plastic capsules. Each had a small, clear panel on one side, from which a light seemed to be emanating.

 

"Why is it glowing?" Mike muttered to himself as he took the cap off one end. Underneath was a small mouthpiece. The instructions had listed several potential side-effects and proper methods of usage, to avoid anything serious happening to himself. Mike had hoped he could avoid using this prototype during the tournament, but after how much energy he had spent in the previous fight, and that, according to the announcements with his fight being next, he wouldn't have the time to regain enough energy for his next fight. "Well, down the hatch." Mike brought the capsule to his mouth and sucked out the contents. The incredibly bitter, sour liquid flooded his mouth and he gagged trying to swallow it, the solution feeling like it was burning the entire way down. Mike coughed, dropping the capsule to the ground with a clatter, hastily unscrewing the cap to a water bottle and downing its contents in hope of washing the taste out of his mouth. Once the bottle was empty, Mike collapsed into a chair, breathing heavily. Until, suddenly, he felt a surge of energy and alertness return to his body.

 

"...huh." Mike muttered, as he gathered his things and left for the stands to watch the first round.

 

 

It felt weird returning to the stands, still in most of his costume, but with his fight being next he knew it was a waste of time to change inbetween rounds. Eventually he had noticed Ino waving him down, and made his way over to the seats where a few of the other classmates were already.

 

"Has the fight started yet?" Mike asked as he sat down. Of course, it wasn't long until he had heard a voice some distance behind him, up on the stands. A thick accent, fluent english, all from a strong voice cutting through the noise of the crowd.

 

""THERE HE IS, JEANNETTE! I TOLD YA WE WOULD FIND HIM UP HERE! WHAT DO YA GOT TA SAY ABOOT THAT?""

 

""Dear, I'm right here, you don't have to shout so loud.""

 

Walking down the stairs in the stands were two adults; a slender woman with long dark hair, a round face that bore a lot of resemblance to Mike himself, wearing a nice coat over a dress with a wide-brimmed hat that spoke of a good sense of fashion. Beside her was a shorter, portly man with a large bald spot, a big, bushy moustache, and large, round glasses wearing a flowery Hawaiian shirt. Mike had only glanced back before turning white and sinking into his seat deeper. But he was soon yanked out by a strong force and pulled into a tight hug with the man.

 

""MIKEY MA BOY! THAT WAS SOME GOOD FIGHTIN' OUT THERE! YOU GOT IT FROM YER POPS, EH? HOW ABOOT THAT COSTUME!"" Mike's dad exclaimed, squeezing his son tightly.

 

""Honey, put him down he can't breath."" His mom sighed, pulling her hat down over her eyes to avoid embarrassment.

 

""Ah! Sorry, son! Got a lil' carried away there!"" Mike's dad set him down, and Mike took a second to cough and re-catch his breath.

 

""Mom?!"" Mike gasped out. ""Dad?! What are you guys doing here? Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"" He secretly hoped that they had told him ahead of time, to avoid situations just like this.

 

""Sorry, sweetie, but we wanted it to be a surprise!"" Mike's mom said. ""We got here just last night, I'm glad we got to catch the first round. You did very well!""

 

""Yer darn right he did! Got that Rosenfeld Hero blood in 'im! Ah, and who are these young hosers? These your friends?"" Mike's dad turned to the other 1-A classmates, despite Mike's quiet protests. ""Well it's good to meet'chya! I'm Mike's dad, Mr. Rosenfeld! I used to be a hero just like you guys back in the day!""

 

""Honey, I don't know how many of them speak english,"" Mike's mom sighed, then turned to the kids and began speaking fluent Japanese herself. "It's nice to meet you all, we're Mike's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Rosenfeld."

 

Mike, meanwhile, spent this introduction with his face buried in his hands.

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It had taken Akira remarkably long to reach his destination, after Asuka and another student whose name already escaped him interrupted his relatively short walk. Since he was to win the first fight in Round 2, he already had a waiting room available to him. Opening the door, he was relieved to see the room was empty, save a table and a few chairs. He needed to focus for a few minutes, and couldn't afford distractions. Electing not to take the time to pull out a chair, he slid into a sitting position at the end of the table, before slumping back so that he was laying down, facing the ceiling, with his legs dangling off the edge.

 

Pulling out his phone, Akira flipped through a few pages on the screen. It didn't take him long to find footage of Isami's fight. This event was a pretty big deal, so uploads to the internet were numerous. It was much easier to find the best footage he could this way, rather than suffer through whatever color commentary the official broadcast had. Akira watched the video intently, frequently pausing and rewinding it to catch whatever details he may have missed. "So, he is a shapeshifter. It seems he can turn himself into any matter of snake he chooses. How big do those even get..." after a few moments of research, he learned the gist of a few of the world's more dangerous snakes, from the Taipan to the Anaconda, but ultimately Akira found himself unimpressed. Slowly, as if he weighed a thousand tonnes, Akira managed to lift himself up into a sitting position, before standing up off of the table. Glancing at the clock on his phone, he made his way out of the waiting room, so that he could arrive on time for his match.

 

"Maybe Round 3 will yield a real fight."

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Somehow, along the way, Akira had gotten himself turned around. He now found himself in the stands of the arena, in the aisle beside the rest of his class, looking down upon the battlefield. He could see Isami already there, standing beside Suna. He had actually managed to arrive on time. "Good for him." Looking over the students and their guests, he caught Gin's gaze. The dumbass seemed to be staring at him. Was this some kind of rivalry? Akira subtly shook his head, just enough for it to be visible to Gin, before raising a hand toward him. Akira curled his fingers into a half-assed rendition of the finger-gun gesture Gin made when he used his quirk. Pointing the "barrel" directly at Gin, Akira smiled, quickly turning his hand upward as a mock form of recoil.

 

 

Turning back to the ring in the center of the arena, Akira began walking forward, down the steps of the tiered seating arrangement. He saw his name on the giant screen, and as he reached the end of the steps, he hopped over the railing, landing on a platform of light on the other side. He turned his attention toward his opponent on the other side of the ring, slowly walking down to what seemed to be some kind of fish-man that he could only assume held some authority in this event. A staircase appeared beneath his feet, a single step at a time, until he touched the ground. He was guided to his starting position by the fish-man, as Suna led his opponent.

 

"let the first fight of the second round...BEGIN!"

 

Though it was only a whisper, the volume was incredible. Despite the physical pain on his eardrums, Akira refused to flinch, instead staring down his opponent.

 

"You can't beat me. I have seen what you are capable of, and if you haven't seen what I can do yet, I assure you it isn't comparable." As he spoke, lines of golden light flickered into existence, tracing down from his shoulders to the ends of his sleeves. "I am giving you this opportunity right now, before I attack. Surrender now, or you will get hurt."

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Isami was still in disbelief that he had won his fight as he reflected over it while laying down in the sun, staring at the clouds again. He wasn't sure who he was up against, already having forgotten the bracket entirely. This time, unlike the last, he got up early from his stop and headed to the arena. He didn't check what time it was, but he knew that he did not want to be late like last time. Plus, he was restless for once in a long while, feeling excited for what was to come.

 

He did not make it there late - in fact, he had made it there a bit early. Or at least he thought he did, he wasn't quite sure. Either way, when he got there he was greeted by Suna, who led him to the arena. His opponent turned out to be Akira, as his name and Isami's appeared on the big screen. Isami watched as Akira seemingly created his own path from the seats to the arena using... something. Either way, now that the both of them were there, the match began.

 

"let the first fight of the second round...BEGIN!"

 

"You can't beat me. I have seen what you are capable of, and if you haven't seen what I can do yet, I assure you it isn't comparable." As he spoke, lines of golden light flickered into existence, tracing down from his shoulders to the ends of his sleeves. It was true that Isami had no idea what he was capable of, and that Akira was intimidating. "I am giving you this opportunity right now, before I attack. Surrender now, or you will get hurt." Isami gulped a bit. For a moment, he did consider forfeiting then and there, however...

Isami shook his head. "I'm sorry, but I can't..." As he spoke, his lower half transformed into his serpentine form. He was still afraid of what Akira was capable of doing, but he wasn't about to give up. That's not what his sister would do. "It might not be much, but getting here has been an accomplishment for me. I c-can't throw all that away now!" He took a deep breath, preparing himself for the fight ahead of him.

 


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Ino was glad that she was able to flag down most of Class 1-A.  She was even happier that Asuka decided to sit beside her.  To be honest, Ino had been meaning to see Asuka all afternoon, but she had been too busy sulking the entire time after her match.  But here Asuka was, being just as strong as she was before the tournament had started.  Was it all a facade, like how she was feeling?  

 

"Good job last round,  t seemed like you really put up a good fight, and Terro's a pretty strong opponent so that makes it all the more impressive! How are your injuries, by the way? Are you feeling alright?"

 

Ino smiled, rubbing the back of her head.  She couldn't help but vibrate a little.  

 

"Haha!  Thanks Asuka...that means a lot!"  She smacked her cheeks, and then gave the crystal thrower two thumbs up.  "I couldn't feel any better!  Honestly!  A couple of pokes from Nurse Neko, and most of the soreness in my body went away."  She rubbed the bandage that covered a part of her forearm.  "I was able to not feel as much pain when those rocks hit me...but they still scuffed my skin a bit.  I'm not used to making my body that dense to avoid damage...gotta practice!"  She looked away from Asuka for a bit, and twiddled her fingers.  "You did well too, you know.  It's sucks that it was such a mismatch.  I really just wanted to throw you a bottle of water!"  Ino began to laugh.  It simmered down once she saw Terro enter the stands, and sit with his Grandpa.  "It really does suck, huh?"

 

""THERE HE IS, JEANNETTE! I TOLD YA WE WOULD FIND HIM UP HERE! WHAT DO YA GOT TA SAY ABOOT THAT?""

 

""Dear, I'm right here, you don't have to shout so loud.""

 

The English, and loud volume, really broke her out of her sulking.  She turned to see Mike, holding his face in his hands.  It made Ino giggle a little.  He was so cute, acting embarrassed because of his parents.  What kind of image was he trying to hold up here anyways?

 

""Well it's good to meet'chya! I'm Mike's dad, Mr. Rosenfeld! I used to be a hero just like you guys back in the day!""

 

Ino couldn't understand, but she just politely nodded and waved.  The mother on the other hand was quite fluent when she spoke Japanese.  

 

"It's nice to meet you all, we're Mike's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Rosenfeld."

 

"I'do like some more cowfee!"  Ino blurted out randomly, clasping her hand over her mouth.  That wasn't the proper introduction in English...but that phrase was really stuck in her head for some reason.  "It is a p-p-pleasure to m-meet you!  My name is Ino Todoya!"  She stuttered out in broken English.  

 

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When Gin entered the stands, he could see Ino wave to him.  She wasn't even reluctant about it.  He sighed, opting to go and sit on the other side of Asuka, a few feet separating the two.  He decided to ignore the rest of the commotion happening on the other side, and waited for the next round to begin.  However, something annoying did catch his attention.  

 

"Gross!  Gross!  Disgustingly gross!"  He turned to his left to see Erika, huddling away from him, giving him a pretty stinky eye.  She was huddling up against Goto, with her back against his arm.  "How dare you sit next to me!  After what you did?!  It is unbecoming of such a vile, nasty, evil, disgusting creature, such as yourself, to even put yourself even a mile near me!  I'm getting a restraining order!  I hope you have good lawyers!  When I'm through with you, you'll have to transfer to Siberia!  That'll show you!  Maybe the cold will teach you how to treat a lady!  HMPH!"  Gin's eyebrow twitched.  This girl could go on for days couldn't she.  Erika had already gotten her phone out of her pocket, dialing a random assortment of numbers on the keys.  "Yes!  Excuse me!  Mr. My Lawyer?  Yes, I would like to file a formal restraining order agains-HEY!  Give it back Goto!"  Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Goto dangling Erika's phone way into the air.  Erika got up out of the stand, and reached for it with all of her strength.  

 

"Stop with the nonsense Erika...he beat you fair and square...no need to be so nasty."  

 

"Tch.  Like I even care.  Being close to her is the most punishing thing that could happen to me."  

 

Erika began to become red in the face.  

 

"Well fine!  If you hate it that much, then I'll be around you 24/7!  Genius!  Genius!  Incredibly genius!"  

 

Something in Gin's stomach began to hit rock bottom.  He felt like he was going to throw up.  He turned his attention to the stand, and noticed Isami was standing there alone...but where was the other guy?  He looked around the field, and then around the stands.  Somehow, the idiot had made his way to the stands, instead of the stage.  Gin bared his teeth at the kid, as there eyes met.  When they did, Gin didn't severe eye contact.  In fact, he stared at the kid even harder!  Then, the newbie simulated Gin's shooting technique, mockingly.  He then began to make his way down invisible stairs that he was presumably making with his Quirk. Gin's teeth began to grind, until he burst out of the stand.  He tried to run after the guy, but Goto's arm was flung around his torso, pulling him back. 

 

"GET BACK HERE, CHUMP!  I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT I CAN REALLY DO!  YOU HEAR ME!  YOU DON'T KNOW WHO YOU'RE DEALIN' WITH!"

 

"Geez...relax dude..."  Goto struggled to get out, his arm jiggling like a pudding cup as Gin flipped out.    

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Akira sighed. Looks like the snake kid was going through with the fight after all. He watched his opponent's lower half change into that of a snake's tail. Was that supposed to increase mobility? Akira figured he'd know soon enough. The moment Isami finished his sentence, Akira threw his arms up in an X-formation. The streaks of light along his sleeves spun together into a disk, about a foot in diameter. “Your mistake.” The disk launched forward in a spiralling trajectory, aimed directly at Isami’s center of mass.

 

Isami watched as the disk formed in front of Akira, and then watched as the disk was launched straight towards him. He panicked for a second, turning into his much smaller snake form more so in fear rather than reaction. He looked up to see the disk fly far above him now. Letting out a sigh of relief, he returned to how he was at the start of the battle. “Maybe, but I have to at least give it a shot, right?” He responded, trying to sound confident with his answer. His voice, however, gave that illusion away. Isami decided the best course of action would be to try and attack him head on as he darted forward, slithering in a zig-zag pattern.

 

Seeing his initial attack miss completely, Akira grimaced. It was more or less what he expected, but his opponent was faster in his transformations that he had anticipated. Stomping on the ground, Akira sent a wave of the golden material created by his quirk in all directions, only inches above the ground. “A-Ah!” Isami yelled, lifting the top half of his body upward as high as he could. Unfortunately for him, his entire lower half didn’t lift with him as the light wave slammed into his scaly body. He let out a wince in pain, stopping his approach. This time, Akira was ready. From the strip along his left arm, a large, albeit dull, blade flickered into reality. Making a wide horizontal swing with his arm, the blade extended so that it could reach to his already faltered opponent.

 

Recovering from the hit, Isami saw from the corner of his eye some sort of light. Turning to where it was, he saw the blade of light coming his way. He lowered his upper half to the ground, barely dodging the attack. Things were definitely not going the way he had hoped they’d go, but he wasn’t about to give up just yet. He made another charge forward, gritting his teeth as he did. This time, he made a beeline towards Akira. He made a lunge towards the boy, having closed the gap between the two.

 

“You must really not liking getting hit,” Akira spoke to his quickly-approaching opponent, narrowly sidestepping to avoid the attack. “You're faster than I gave you credit for, I haven't been able to land a meaningful attack yet.” Hoping to prove himself wrong, the gauntlet of light he used against Casey appeared on his hand once again. In close-quarters, Akira was at a large disadvantage, unable to make up for the huge difference in flexibility that comes with being able to make one's limbs disappear and shrink to the size of a few inches long. This was an incredibly annoying quirk. Slamming his armored hand downward, he aimed to strike Isami directly on the back.

 

Isami’s face didn’t appreciate hitting the ground as his opponent dodged his lunge. It wasn’t all bad, however; Akira had just completement the boy on his speed, which felt good. He turned his head to look at his opponent, only to see his hand was now covered in glowing light, forming a sort of gauntlet. His eyes darted from the gauntlet to where his tail was, which was still near Akira. An idea formed in Isami’s head as he watched his opponent approach him. With a quick motion, Isami’s tail wrapped itself around Akira’s leg, before pulling at it. Rather than simply dodge as he had before, Isami used the chance to counterattack, which was far more than Akira was prepared for.

 

As his leg was pulled out from under him, Akira felt his world turn sideways. There was no way he was going to get thrown on the ground two rounds in a row. As he began to fall, a pair of handholds appeared in the air, the gauntlet disappearing in a rain of glitter as Akira’s focus shifted. Grabbing onto the handles tightly, Akira was pulled back upright, slamming his Isami-clad leg onto an impromptu wall that appeared in front of the pair. Isami grit his teeth at the sudden impact that was made on his tail, but he didn’t let go. Instead, he pulled himself and Akira closer to each other. As he did, he lunged himself towards the boy again. Unlike last time, however, he was successful in landing his lunge. As Isami got closer and closer to Akira, his upper half also shifted, turning Isami in a gigantic snake that immediately started constricting around its prey. Akira plated his body in a thin layer of his constructs, but found himself immobilized by the grapple. “So I guess you can do a little more than dodge.”

 


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Aaron felt disappointed that he wasn’t really connecting with anyone, at least to the point that no one wanted to have a lengthy conversation with him. However, he never had any luck with any social circle and Akira certainly made that clear, so it was best not to dwell on it. After getting some refreshments, Aaron made his way back towards a waiting room to study for his fight with Mike. He passed by the stands where his fellow peers were sitting to watch Akira’s and Isami’s round. Aaron shook his head to drown out the thought of wanting to watch the fight, even if the tournament is a farce, he wanted to be prepared for his round. However, he could see his classmates having an enjoyable time talking amongst themselves and watching the tournament.

 

As Aaron made his way down the hallway, he felt the narrow pathway started to get a little warmer as if he was going into a sauna. As the way got warmer, he quickened his pace to get to a cooler room to get out of this sudden heatwave. However, every room was just as warm as the hallway. Within seconds, he was sweating a bit as he entered a room near the end of the hall, and a wave of intense summer heat hit Aaron that caused a coughing fit. Gaining composer, he looked inside to find Valerie in a 100-degree room running in place, watching the tournament. “I hope you aren’t planning on melting all the electrical in the room Val. Though I do see UA being able to replace all of it in a snap, nevertheless, let’s not press our luck for sanity’s sake.”

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"You fought well," said the old man who for some reason understood sign language. "You fought with honor, and showed restraint. You did very well indeed... however.. You made one crucial flaw. One mistake that I, as your grandfather, and Grand Master, can not forgive..."

 

Ah, so that's Terro's grandpa. That still doesn't explain why he knows sign language.

 

"Wh-what's that, Grandpa?"

 

"You fell down again, and right after I told you not to as well! You're steadfast as the mountain, right?"

 

"Heh, hey you might wanna cut him some slack, Goutetsu. Sure he may've fallen, but at least didn't just rip a hole in the ground."
 
"Ah, but he did. Remember, he ripped the ground out. The one that he and Ino were riding on."
 
"Fair enough. Fair enough."
 
"Well...seems both my brother and your grandfather are getting along well. And I heard about your match, Terro. It sounds like it was a pretty amazing match up. You getting Ino first round."
 
He made it look easy, Sayuri signed. With how well he was working with the ground around him, most of us probably would have had some trouble dealing with Terro. With the recoil from your Quirk especially, Ichiro, there's no way you'd win unless you got a good punch in right from the start.
 
Then Sayuri's attention turned downward, toward the fight going on between Isami and Akira. Speaking of fights where someone's at an obvious disadvantage... And then suddenly, Akira was falling! Sayuri's tail perked up in surprise, watching the scene unfold as Isami proved he had some tricks of his own up his sleeve. Then her tail promptly fell back to its usual slacking position, as Akira demonstrated that the trick could surprise him, but not stop him outright. It was a nice surprise while it lasted.
 
Isami got a pretty unfortunate matchup, didn't he? Sayuri signed. Then she looked to Ichiro's brother, and Terro's grandfather, then back to her classmates. Something was missing in this. ...by the way, how come none of our parents showed up? In Sayuri's case, her parents had the simple reason of they lived pretty far from U.A. and the train ride here would simply be too long to warrant coming just for the tournament before going home. She was sure they were watching online though.
 
They probably wanted me to sign up, come to think of it... I'll probably hear about that later today. Gin's advice came to mind again.

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"Haha!  Thanks Asuka...that means a lot! I couldn't feel any better! Honestly! A couple of pokes from Nurse Neko, and most of the soreness in my body went away. I was able to not feel as much pain when those rocks hit me...but they still scuffed my skin a bit. I'm not used to making my body that dense to avoid damage...gotta practice!" She could do that? That sounded like quite the helpful power to have! "You did well too, you know.  It's sucks that it was such a mismatch. I really just wanted to throw you a bottle of water! It really does suck, huh?"

 
"Has the fight started yet?" As much as Asuka wanted to think back to the first round that sucked, Mike was here too now, and asking about the round that was actually happening right now. Seemed Ino had waved him down while she was going on about her Quirk and the outcome of the first round. As he took a seat next to Asuka and Ino, the crystal girl opted to answer Mike's question.
 
"Yeah, and it--"
 
""THERE HE IS, JEANNETTE! I TOLD YA WE WOULD FIND HIM UP HERE! WHAT DO YA GOT TA SAY ABOOT THAT?"" Suddenly, Asuka was cut off by a loud voice, speaking perfectly fluent English! And they were coming straight for the small group that had gathered here! Did they do something? That couldn't be it. It wasn't like they were looking for the people that lost the first round, right? Mike won his fight, after all! And then, after exchanging some more dialogue Asuka couldn't quite understand while the man of the two squeezed Mike just a little too tightly, Mike had an exclamation of his own.
 
""Mom?! Dad?! What are you guys doing here? Why didn't you tell me you were coming?""
 
Asuka was far from being ready to hold a conversation in English, but she knew "mom" and "dad" perfectly well. So these people were Mike's parents! His father seems to be very enthusiastic, and kind of loud. Must be American. His mother seems to be a lot quieter by comparison. It must be interesting having these two as parents.
 
"It's nice to meet you all, we're Mike's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Rosenfeld."
 
 
Ino... That wasn't quite the phrase she was looking for, was it? But she was doing her best! If I'm remembering it correctly, I should introduce myself like...
 
""It is a p-p-pleasure to m-meet you!  My name is Ino Todoya!""
 
Like that. ""It is a pleasure to meet you,"" Asuka echoed. ""I am Asuka Kuro... p-please, call me Asuka."" Unfortunately, try as she might, Asuka just couldn't puzzle out how to say the next thing she wanted to say in English. Japanese would have to cut it. Mrs. Rosenfield seemed to know the language if nothing else. Perhaps she could translate for her husband if he didn't understand. Or Mike could. "Your son is a good classmate. You should be proud of him." Asuka punctuated her compliment with a smile, and a thumbs-up in Mike's direction.

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Valerie was watching the match with some interest. One of these two might be who she faces in the final match after all. From what she could tell, Akira didn't do well when pressured, which could work to Valerie's advantage. And the snake boy seemed to rely on getting close. Yet again something that Valerie could use. She felt she could take either of these just fine if it came down to it and the thought almost saddened her.

 

“I hope you aren’t planning on melting all the electrical in the room Val. Though I do see UA being able to replace all of it in a snap, nevertheless, let’s not press our luck for sanity’s sake.”

 

Oh right that was one of 1-A...Aaron, she thought. Who was yet another she might have to face off against. Uses electricity. She didn't get much a chance to see what he could do but it would be trickier than the other two, she figured.

 

In any case as he came in she slowed her jog and stood with one hand on her hip. She moved her other arm up to wipe some sweat from her brow and laughed at his words. "Sorry man but I only know how to press my luck. What's the point in having abilities if you don't push them to the limit am I right? Anyway, can't stand the heat, stay out of the kitchen. If you stick around me long enough you'll find out it only gets hotter from here." She gave the boy a wink and turned her face back to the screen, not wanting to miss something important. She felt like the next move would be key...

 

What she didn't tell him was that she couldn't turn it off like that. Not when she's already got it started. Especially if she wanted to have it strong enough by the finals. It was either burn up or lose, there was no in between, she couldn't afford to cool off before she wins this tournament.

Her Quirk worked different than many others. It was always there and she could only intentionally increase it. Decreasing it took more time or a lot of ice. Neither of which she had time for between matches. Plus, why would she stop getting stronger when the competition was only going to get more fierce from here?

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"I'do like some more cowfee!"  Ino blurted out randomly, clasping her hand over her mouth.  That wasn't the proper introduction in English...but that phrase was really stuck in her head for some reason.  "It is a p-p-pleasure to m-meet you!  My name is Ino Todoya!"  She stuttered out in broken English. Jeannette smiled and stifled a chuckle, while Mike's father was a lot more enthusiastic about the effort.

 

""It is a pleasure to meet you,"" Asuka echoed. ""I am Asuka Kuro... p-please, call me Asuka.""

 

""Well wouldya look at that! Now that's some pretty good english, wouldn't ya say, Jeannette!"" Mike's dad proclaimed happily, placing his hands on his hips. Jeannette seemed to be having more difficulty stifling her laughter at this point.

 

""Dad!"" Mike whined in response.

 

""Hey now, I'm a teacher! Whaddya expect from yer old pops, eh?""

 

"Your son is a good classmate. You should be proud of him." Asuka added, throwing in a smile and a thumbs-up for good measure.

 

"Well thank you very much, Asuka. It's a little difficult to make sure Mike's doing well and getting everything he needs when we're so far away, but we're glad to see he's doing well." Jeannette then repeated everything to Mike's Dad, who responded similarly, albeit far more boisterously and enthusiastically.

 

In the midst of his embarrassment, Mike heard the commentator and just remembered the match, making sure to steal a glance at what was going to get a better idea of who he was going to go up against, if he was to pass his next round. Of course, that stolen glance ended up being a more intent stare.

 

""Sweetie,"" Jeannette had noticed, placing a hand on Mike's shoulder. ""You can relax! You did very well last round, just do your best and have fun!""

 

""Ah, yeah no problem,"" Mike responded sheepishly as he realized what he was doing. Of course, knowing the full weight of the event, Mike had a difficult time just relaxing. 

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Akira's present situation was not a comfortable one. The course of the fight had pushed him near to the edge of the ring, and he found himself wrapped tightly in the coils of his opponent, who had transformed completely into a snake, and one far larger than Akira had seen in the footage from the previous round. If things had gone as Akira hoped, Kobayashi would have simply taken the gracious offer, and conceded. Though the offer was largely made out of laziness, as avoiding the fight completely would have made Akira's day less tiresome, he also wanted to avoid the fight because he knew how difficult the snake-boy would be to hit. Pinpoint attacks were next to useless against him, due to his near-instantaneous dodge time. A series of small barriers of light separated him and his scaly opponent, and Akira could feel them quickly closing in as Isami's grip tightened.

 

Akira sighed.

 

In an instant, Akira's entire body was enveloped in his light, appearing almost like a human-shaped star, if only for a moment. With a bright flash, the shroud covering Akira's body expanded, forcing Isami off of him, and up into the air. Akira had already seen that his opponent's maneuverability was at its worst while in the air, and he was going to capitalize upon that observation. Diving to the side, he made a tight roll across the ground, unfortunately getting dust all over his hoodie. A necessary sacrifice, Akira supposed. Akira landed in a crouching position, facing away from the falling snake, as he spoke quietly enough that only Isami could hear him, "I was hoping..." A brightly glowing sledgehammer appeared in his hands as he quickly spun around, building up momentum. The head of the hammer grew as he completed his rotation, so that by the time it reached Isami, it was nearly the size of a car. Shouting, Akira finished his thought, "that I could save this next move for the finals!"

 

The gigantic striking surface hit Isami squarely, but due to his current large mass, he landed in the center of the ring, rather than simply being launched out. Shifting back into his human form, Isami barely managed to stick the landing, skidding across the ground. He bent over slightly, trying to catch his breath, before looking back up at Akira, who still stood at the boundary line.

 

"Don't take this too personally, but I'm going to have to overcome your slipperiness with overwhelming force." Akira held his hands up in the air, almost like a maestro, as dozens of what appeared to be missiles appeared in the air around the ring. As more and more projectiles appeared, the traces of Akira's glowing stripes broke apart into the characteristic glittering shower of his quirk, the only source of light on him being his eyes, which now clearly shone through his glasses. Isami could only look back and forth, watching himself quickly become surrounded.

 

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"Finishing Move: Macross Buster"

 

Akira brought both of his hands down, pointing them at Isami, as his shining barrage descended from all directions, flying at varying speeds. Akira gritted his teeth, locking his vision on his target as the missiles followed suit. Before the first missile managed to reach him, Isami shifted into a long, thin viper-esque form, springing off of the ground and quickly coiling around the missile. Putting on bulk, he crushed the projectile completely, before his upper half shifted back to human form and he landed once again on the ground. Weaving back and forth, he avoided two more of Akira's missiles, quickly slithering toward him once again. Three. Four. Akira could see that Kobayashi's eyes were just as full of fear as they were at the start of the fight, and yet he continued advancing, as if he were completely unfazed.

 

Akira remained completely still, generating more and more of his missiles, leaving a path of destruction behind Isami. How was he avoiding them all? What happened to the incompetent who only reached this this round by a technicality? Akira couldn't allow this attack to fail. This was his finishing move, it couldn't miss. His eyes glowed even brighter than before, the only evidence that he was anything more than a statue, other than a drop of sweat that ran down Akira's forehead.

 

Directly behind Isami, in his blind spot, a missile appeared at nearly point-blank range. It barely had to advance toward it's target before it hit him squarely on his back. Unlike all his previous attempts, Akira managed to make this hit count. Isami was knocked off-kilter, losing the rhythm of his slither toward Akira. This slip-up was all Akira needed. Before the blink of an eye, another missile had hit Isami, shattering into a blinding flash upon impact. Then another. And another. Before long, Isami's form was concealed completely by the repeated flashes as he was hit again and again. Though they were not inflicting any serious injury, every impact left bruises on the druid, leaving cracked ribs and a crater surrounding him. As the dust and sparkles cleared, Isami was revealed to be laying down on the ground, barely conscious.

 

"I didn't want to beat you so brutally, but nothing else was going to work. I warned you that you would get hurt."

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Terro was focused on the fight in front of him, watching the fight between Akira and Isami unfold. He had to admit, he thought that because Isami was slacking that the snake man would be easily defeated, but it seemed that was not the case at all. His superior size and speed let him fight on par with Akira. He put his hands together, resting his chin on his hands as he watched. So even without training, everyone here could evenly match or straight out beat a person that trained all their life. It was... disheartening, he supposed. This place always challenged his worldview, and he wasn't sure if it was a good thing or not.

 

He could feel himself shaking.... but it wasn't from fear. No, it was from excitement. He really wanted to fight Akira now... he would see how far he came.

 

He was so engrossed in the fight, he didn't realize Sayuri signed at him. Goutetsu had to answer for him. 

 

"Well, I am Terro's legal guardian. His father left before he was born, and his mother died in childbirth," He explained.

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""THERE HE IS, JEANNETTE! I TOLD YA WE WOULD FIND HIM UP HERE! WHAT DO YA GOT TA SAY ABOOT THAT?""

 

Ichiro looked over towards the direction of the American sounding voice, before noticing that it belonged to an older man who moved towards what seemed to be Mike. English speaking? Near Mike? It probably was his parents, least it's what Ichiro had in thought. They came all the way to see him? Wow...that's pretty amazing. he thought, before turning his attention back towards Sayuri, who was signing away.

 

He made it look easy. With how well he was working with the ground around him, most of us probably would have had some trouble dealing with Terro. With the recoil from your Quirk especially, Ichiro, there's no way you'd win unless you got a good punch in right from the start.

 

"E-Eheheh...jeez, thanks for the vote of confidence Sayuri." Ichiro said with a weak chuckle. He only shook his head and nodded. "You aren't wrong though...maybe if I started with Sky Parter Punch...maybe it would've been better."

 

Isami got a pretty unfortunate matchup, didn't he? ...by the way, how come none of our parents showed up?

 

Ichiro nodded at Isami's matchup. Apparently it was the new kid in their class, Akira. And from what he heard about his first match, it was a complete washout. But, when Sayuri mentioned parents, his demeanor changed a bit. Before he could speak however...he was drawn to face the arena...and what the match was bringing forth.

 

"Finishing Move: Macross Buster"

 

The young man was floored and overwhelmed by what had just taken place. Akira pulled out a strong attack and now left Isami on the arena floor, barely conscious. This shook him to the core. Was it fear? Was it excitement? Honestly, Ichiro couldn't tell. But it was one of the coolest things he had seen, aside from what the others in 1-A did. But now, he had to turn his attention back to Sayuri's question. He didn't speak up first, however, that was Terro...or rather, Goutetsu.

 

"Well, I am Terro's legal guardian. His father left before he was born, and his mother died in childbirth."

 

This was something he didn't know. Terro's parent situation was pretty rough...wasn't like what he had at all. Ichiro sighed and looked at Rei, who looked back at him, nodding. Well, might as well just say it now then...

 

"Well...as for me..." Ichiro said, his left hand slowly starting to clench his leg tightly. "My parents...they don't want anything to do with me. They don't like those with Quirks. A-And...when I developed mine...they..."

 

"Let's just say they didn't want anything to with him." Rei stepped in, seeing Ichiro struggling. "With that in mind, I stepped in and we left them. Unlike my mom and dad, I saw him as my little brother. Not some abomination. So I became his legal guardian after that whole deal."

 

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1-B Chitter Chatter

 

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Meanwhile, Casey, Shin, and Aina watched the current battle between Akira and Isami...

 

"Jeez...not even the snake kid could beat that jerk?!" Casey grumbled, kicking the empty chair in front of him. "This blows...here I thought he would've at least lost to his own classmate!"

 

"That's what you get for wishing." Aina sighed, currently trying to put her hair in a pony-tail. "But the fact that you weren't even up against that one kid you wanted to fight just proves that between you and that jumpy guy, you're probably the better fighter."

 

"Tch...yeah well now we'll never know!"

 

"Nevertheless, at least we know that Goto and Val are still in this." Shin spoke, his arms crossed as he exhaled heavily. "Meaning that 1-B is still in the running for this tournament."

 

"And here's hoping we all don't get any 'guidance' from Mako..." Aina sighed, taking her hands and making quotation marks when she said 'guidance'. "It was guidance he says, right?"

 

"No, no...you're thinking of the teacher from 2-C." Casey shook his head. "Mako will give us 'discipline'...in the form of shouting his gills off."

 

"And our fate for that is up to Goto and Val..." Shin sighed greatly. "Fan...funking...tastic..."

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"Sorry man but I only know how to press my luck. What's the point in having abilities if you don't push them to the limit am I right? Anyway, can't stand the heat, stay out of the kitchen. If you stick around me long enough you'll find out it only gets hotter from here."

 

And with a wink, she continued to watch the match at hand, but by the look of it, the match nearing the end. Thus stating that he didn't have a lot of time before his match against Mike. "Well, thanks for the warning, though I do like the summer heat, I am a colder weather individual. Good luck in your fight against Goto." And with that, he quickly left the room to escape the increasing heat but leaving the door open in his rush. After reaching around the corner, he found an empty room that was relatively cool. He sat against the wall and pulled out his phone to watch Mike's first round against Ichiro. But upon turning it on, he had 2 missed calls and 2 separate texts from his Mom and Dad. His Dad expressed how proud he was of Aaron's performance in his first round, while his Mom scolded him for hurting a girl in the manner that Aaron won, but was still proud for making into the next round. It would be rude to not reply back, so Aaron texted:

 

Hey Mom and Dad, I'll call you after my next match. I need to prepare for it. Thanks for the support though!

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Valerie waved as Aaron walked out, leaving the door open. Not that it bothered her. She didn't care much about privacy. She just hoped that the heat didn't extend to the hallway.

 

At the rate she was going she hoped she could extend it across the entire stage soon...Though it didn't seem like she'd have much more time. The fight had just ended and soon the next would begin. She looked at the young man who had won the fight. He had a lot of power behind him but...Valerie grinned. She would have a lot of fun against him. What good was being the best if you didn't use your skills against power like that?

 

She had to stop her mind from whirling with plans on how to fight him if he managed to reach the finals. She was going up against Goto next, she had to focus on that. He had a versatile Quirk but she didn't think she'd lose. As long as she avoided blanking out and thinking about the fights that will come after.

 

Shaking her head Valerie decided to leave the room for now and jog through the halls. She wanted to stretch a bit more before the next match started.

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"Well thank you very much, Asuka. It's a little difficult to make sure Mike's doing well and getting everything he needs when we're so far away, but we're glad to see he's doing well."

 

Mike and his mother had a brief exchange in English, after the former had turned his attention to the tournament matches. Asuka wasn't quite certain what it was about - foreign languages were never her strong suit - but it probably wasn't anything super-important. If it was, she couldn't imagine it would be so short, or that they'd have it here in front of everyone else. However, out the corner of her eye, Asuka took a moment to glance over at the fight between Akira and Isami. Things seemed to be going well for the latter. Mostly.

 

Until Akira's finishing attack anyway. There was only one way Asuka could feel at that moment, watching Akira's victory through sheer force. She was in awe of his raw power. She'd always known his was a powerful Quirk, but she'd never stopped to think if he was capable of such a large-scale attack. And he was just one person! If she was going to become stronger than him before her time at U.A. was over, Asuka would have to work a lot harder than she'd anticipated.

 

"Tomoaki sure is powerful," she couldn't help but comment. "Why didn't he do that in the first place though? Any ideas, you two?"


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"Well, I am Terro's legal guardian. His father left before he was born, and his mother died in childbirth."

 

"Well...as for me... My parents...they don't want anything to do with me. They don't like those with Quirks. A-And...when I developed mine...they..."

 

"Let's just say they didn't want anything to with him. With that in mind, I stepped in and we left them. Unlike my mom and dad, I saw him as my little brother. Not some abomination. So I became his legal guardian after that whole deal."

 

I see. It sounded like both Ichiro and Terro had pretty shitty fathers. Sayuri felt a little sorry for them. Her own father was an idiot, but he meant well, and would never do anything to wrong Sayuri. He's also the type that if I told him about these two, he'd probably take a break from work just to come down here and try to be fatherly with them. Maybe that would be nice? But, it is him... I'll spare them the trouble of dealing with him, on second thought. Besides, she had bigger fish to fry when it came to parents. Like telling her folks her actual plans for the future.

 

Sounds like a tough time for both of you. I won't pry for the details, she signed. Then her attention turned to the old man. This was bothering her the more she thought about it, but...

 

By the way, gramps, how do you know what I'm signing?


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