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The stadium stood like a sleeping titan inside U.A. High School—massive, reinforced, layered with enough security to make a fortress jealous.
This wasn't just a festival.
It was a message.
To the public. To villains. To the world.
'The future is ready.'
Security Protocol: Maximum
In the days leading up to the event:
Evacuation drills were conducted repeatedly.
Escape routes were mapped, then remapped.
Containment barriers were tested at full output.
Pro heroes rehearsed coordinated response formations.
If an attack happened—There would be no chaos.
Only countermeasures. Agency Deployment
Five hero agencies were officially assigned field security clearance:
1-->Endeavor Agency
2-->Hawks Agency
3-->Fat Gum Agency
4-->Sir Nighteye Agency
5-->And finally… S.H.I.L.D Agency
When Nezu announced the last name during the coordination briefing—
Rudra paused. Just slightly. His agency was new. His team—newly licensed. They hadn't built public recognition yet.
"...."
Nezu's eyes gleamed knowingly.
-Gleam
"The former ranked second hero from America now operates in Japanunder S.H.I.L.D," he said smoothly.
"Public morale is… a delicate currency."
Translation:
"Visibility matters."
Rudra exhaled softly. Understood.
-Sigh
"...."
Drill Day...
The stadium buzzed with controlled chaos as agencies coordinated mock emergency scenarios.
And that's when S.H.I.L.D stepped into the field.
Royale (Gwen) moved like a commander already calculating outcomes three steps ahead.
Ivy (Layla) monitored perimeter grids with razor focus.
Aqua Seraph (Amirtha) stabilized simulated flood hazards effortlessly.
Mirage Veil (Junoo) created layered illusions to test crowd control reactions.
Fire Fist (Shiva) coordinated direct-response containment drills.
Frost Slice (Sandeep) reinforced barricades in seconds.
Dupi (Ravi) executed multi-point decoy strategies.
Queen (Meena) oversaw civilian evacuation patterns with calm authority.
They weren't just participating.
They were adapting.
Excited. Curious. Watching seasoned heroes operate at scale.
Shiva exchanged a respectful nod with Endeavor's team.
Ravi nearly tripped trying to keep up with Hawks' rapid aerial movement.
Junoo internally measured illusion durability against Fat Gum's impact absorption.
They were learning. And loving it.
Rudra stood beside Nezu during one drill simulation as evacuation sirens echoed briefly.
"You're building more than security," Nezu observed.
Rudra's gaze remained on his team.
"I'm building experience."
Because on festival day—The world would be watching.
And if chaos chose that moment to arrive—S.H.I.L.D would not be spectators.
It was the perfect opportunity for the debut for their agency where the whole public of Japan the the audience all across world who were watching through T.V.
The Day Arrives...
U.A. Sports Festival...
The morning sky was bright. Too bright.
As if the world itself had decided to smile.
Inside U.A. High School, the stadium roared to life.
Gates opened. Crowds poured in.
Camera crews adjusted angles.
Commentators tested microphones.
Outside the school grounds, food stalls popped up like mushrooms after rain.
Takoyaki. Cotton candy. Festival masks.
Limited-edition hero merch that would absolutely triple in price tomorrow.
Money was being made.
Memories were being forged.
And heroes—real ones—were everywhere.
Perimeter Patrol, Field security was active and layered.
Endeavor's agency monitored aerial heat signatures.
Hawks's team scanned crowd flow patterns.
Fat Gum's group managed emergency bulk extraction drills.
Sir Nighteye's analysts tracked probability of any villian's entered the stadium.
And among them—S.H.I.L.D.
Near one of the outer stalls, Dupi (Ravi), Frost Slice (Sandeep), and Fire Fist (Shiva) stood enjoying oversized ice creams like off-duty teenagers instead of licensed heroes.
Ravi was mid-story.
"So then," he declared dramatically, lowering his voice,
"the villain thought he had us cornered."
A small group of kids stared up at him wide-eyed.
-Twinkle! -Twinkle!
-Twinkle! -Twinkle!
"...."
"...."
"...."
Sandeep crossed his arms, nodding solemnly.
"Big mistake."
Shiva took a slow lick of his ice cream, adding quietly,
"He underestimated teamwork."
"What happened next?!" one kid gasped.
Ravi leaned in closer. "He blinked."
Sandeep leaned too. "Just once."
Shiva finished calmly, "And that was enough."
The kids collectively gasped.
-Gasps!
In reality? It had been a three-minute coordinated takedown involving minimal resistance.
But theatrics were important.
One little boy tugged at Ravi's coat.
"If a villain shows up today, will you beat them?"
Ravi puffed up instantly.
"If they show up?"
Sandeep tilted his head coolly.
"They'll regret it."
Shiva's voice remained steady.
"That's why we're here."
The kids beamed. A parent snapped a photo.
Public morale: boosted.
Inside the Stadium...
The seats were nearly full now. The buzz grew louder. Excitement crackled in the air.
This wasn't just about competition.
This was about reassurance.
After USJ. After whispers of threats.
The public needed to see strength.
They needed to see hope.
And high above, watching the crowd fill in—Rudra stood silently.
"...."
Not tense. Not relaxed. Just aware.
Today would either pass peacefully—Or become a headline.
Either way—He was ready.
The stadium perimeter buzzed with cheers the moment Ra-One stepped into full view.
His crimson armor gleamed under the morning light.
Red visors scanned calmly across the crowd. Cameras flashed.
Children shouted his name.
"RA-ONE!"
"Over here!"
"Look this way!"
He gave a slight nod—measured, composed.
-Nod
"...."
And then—Disaster struck.
From the side, a sudden tug.
A leash. A very enthusiastic golden retriever.
"Wha—!"
Mt. Lady stumbled forward, both hands occupied with two cups of iced coffee.
"...."
Time slowed. The cups tilted. The lid popped.
Cold coffee launched like a caffeinated meteor shower—
—and splashed directly across Ra-One's chest and hood.
Mt. Lady crashed into him with a very undignified thud.
-Thud.
-Flash! -Flash!
-Flash! -Flash! -Flash!...
The crowd gasped as camera shutters exploded in unison.
Trending tab: loading.
Mt. Lady winced.
"Ow—! Watch where you're—"
She stopped mid-sentence.
Two red visors gleamed down at her through dripping coffee.
Silence.
"...."
Her brain caught up.
"…Oh."
Coffee dripped from Ra-One's hood.
One drop. Two. Three.
Mt. Lady let out a painfully awkward chuckle.
-Chuckle
"Hahaha… wow. What are the odds?"
The crowd leaned in collectively.
She cleared her throat dramatically.
"Actually! My sixth sense just tingled. Yes. Danger. Somewhere. Very urgent. I must go handle it—"
She tried to step away.
Her wrist didn't move.
Ra-One's gloved hand had caught it.
She yelped softly.
"Eep—! W-What are you doing?!"
His voice modulator hummed.
Deep. Measured.
"You cannot leave."
The audience inhaled sharply.
"Before cleaning this," he finished calmly.
Gasps rippled through the onlookers.
"Is this—"
"Wait—"
"Is this like—"
"Are we witnessing something?!"
A group of teenagers near the barrier whispered frantically.
"This is how it starts in romance movies."
"The accidental spill."
"The dramatic grab."
"The tension."
Someone actually squealed.
-Kyaaa!!!
Mt. Lady's face turned bright red.
"...."
"N-No! It's not like that!" she hissed under her breath.
Ra-One tilted his head slightly.
"Your beverage," he continued evenly, "is currently on my armor."
The modulated voice somehow made it worse.
The dog barked happily.
-Woof! -Woof!
Cameras zoomed in.
"...."
Mt. Lady swallowed her mind was processing.
-Gulp
"I-I can pay for dry cleaning?"
A child nearby tugged his mother's sleeve.
-Tug -Tug
"Mom, are they getting married?"
The mother whispered,
"Shh, let the moment unfold."
Ra-One slowly released her wrist.
"Napkins," he said calmly.
Mt. Lady scrambled, grabbing tissues from a nearby vendor stand, dabbing awkwardly at his chest plate.
"This is going viral," someone muttered.
"It's already viral," another replied, staring at their phone.
Coffee dripped dramatically.
Ra-One stood motionless.
Composed. Regal. Slightly caffeinated.
Mt. Lady finished wiping and stepped back, mortified.
"…There," she said weakly.
Ra-One gave a slow nod.
-Nod
"Your sixth sense," he added evenly, "may resume."
The crowd erupted in laughter.
-Laughter!!!
Mt. Lady's embarrassment peaked.
"I—yes—danger! Very dangerous!" she declared, backing away.
"Must patrol!"
She spun around far too fast and nearly tripped again before catching herself and fleeing.
Behind his visor, Rudra closed his eyes briefly.
'Of all the battlefield hazards…'
The crowd continued buzzing.
The Sports Festival hadn't even officially begun—
—and the first headline had already written itself.
The coffee did not remain for long.
A deep crimson ripple spread across Ra-One's armor like a pulse of living light.
The tiny red cubes shimmered, rearranged, and in one smooth wave the remaining droplets evaporated into nothing.
Steam rose. Suit pristine. Crisis erased.
The crowd cheered again, half impressed, half disappointed the "romantic coffee scene" had ended so quickly.
Inside the stadium, the energy climbed steadily.
Music bands took the stage first. Electric guitars screamed.
Drums thundered.
Students with sound-based quirks amplified the rhythm in controlled bursts that vibrated through the stands.
Then came third- and second-year showcases.
Controlled fire spirals.
Ice sculptures forming mid-air.
Precision wind tunnels lifting performers without disturbing a single banner.
And above it all—
"ARE YOU REAAAADY, U.A.?!"
The unmistakable voice of Present Mic blasted through the speakers.
His commentary rolled like thunder with caffeine.
"WHAT YOU'RE SEEING, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, IS DISCIPLINE, STYLE, AND FUTURE NUMBER ONE MATERIAL!"
The crowd roared back.
-Cheer!!!
This wasn't just spectacle. It was reassurance.
Power—controlled.
Talent—refined.
When the performances concluded, the stadium lights dimmed slightly.
Heavy footsteps echoed.
-Thud. -Thud.
-Thud. -Thud.
From the arena entrance emerged Cementoss.
With a steady motion of his hand, the ground responded.
Cement shifted. Rose. Folded.
Platforms elevated in geometric precision.
Walls sculpted themselves into a central stage.
The battlefield configuration reset into ceremony mode within seconds.
The audience applauded the efficiency alone.
-Clap! -Clap!
-Clap! -Clap!
And Then… Midnight
The lights shifted again.
Spotlights converged at the arena center.
Out walked Midnight.
The applause was immediate.
-Clap! -Clap!
-Clap! -Clap!
Loud. Wild.
She was, after all, one of the most recognizable pro heroes in Japan. Bold. Theatrical.
Completely aware of her audience.
She raised the microphone with a dramatic flourish.
"My dear spectators,"
She purred into the mic, her voice echoing across the stadium,
"welcome to the most exciting event of the year!"
Cheers exploded.
"The stage where young heroes clash! Where ambition burns! Where futures are decided!"
Camera drones hovered closer.
Students from Class 1-A and 1-B stood in formation near the entrance tunnel, hearts pounding.
Midnight's eyes gleamed playfully.
"Today," she continued, "these students will prove their strength, their strategy, and their spirit!"
She spun once theatrically, cape fluttering.
"And I," she declared with a wink to the camera, "will be your gracious host."
The crowd responded with another thunderous roar.
High above, security teams maintained vigilance.
Ra-One stood silently along the perimeter.
"...."
Endeavor's flames flickered faintly in standby mode. Hawks' feathers drifted in lazy surveillance arcs. Fat Gum's team monitored the outer gates.
Everything was set.
Everything was prepared.
Midnight raised her hand dramatically.
"LET THE U.A. SPORTS FESTIVAL BEGIN!"
And the stadium erupted.
-Cheer! -Cheer!...
"...."
"...."
"...."
Midnight lifted the mic again, her voice slicing clean through the roaring stadium.
"Students of U.A.!" she declared, one hand on her hip, the other raised dramatically.
"Enter the arena!"
The massive gates at the far end groaned open.
"First up!" Midnight announced. "Class 1-B!"
Music swelled.
Out marched the students of Class 1-B in perfect formation.
At the very front—
Itsuka Kendo, Class Representative, held the U.A. flag high.
Her posture straight, chin lifted, eyes sharp.
Behind her, Vice Representative Nirengeki Shoda carried the Class 1-B banner.
Their classmates followed in disciplined order.
Neito Monoma wore a confident smirk already.
Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu walked like the ground owed him rent.
Setsuna Tokage grinned lazily as if this was all entertainment.
The crowd applauded loudly.
Up in the commentary booth—
"LOOK AT THAT CONFIDENCE!" boomed Present Mic.
"CLASS 1-B IS WALKING LIKE THEY ALREADY WON!"
Beside him, Shota Aizawa spoke into the secondary mic, voice flat as ever.
"They've trained hard."
A pause.
"...."
"They'll need it."
The crowd chuckled.
-Chuckles
"...."
"...."
"...."
Midnight's smile sharpened.
"And now… the class that survived real villain contact!"
The gates opened again.
"CLASS 1-A!"
The stadium roared louder this time.
Out stepped Class 1-A.
At the front stood Izuku Midoriya, eyes steady, nerves hidden beneath determination.
Beside him—
Katsuki Bakugo, already radiating explosive impatience.
Shoto Todoroki, calm as still water before a storm.
Ochaco Uraraka, clutching her resolve tightly.
They walked forward into the arena light.
Present Mic leaned into his mic again.
"EVEN THOUGH THEY DIDN'T FIGHT DIRECTLY AT USJ," he boomed,
"THEY WITNESSED TWO WORLD-CLASS HEROES CRUSH REAL VILLAINS!"
The camera briefly cut to the hero stands where All Might stood in his muscular form, smiling boldly.
Then to Ra-One.
Silent. Still.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Red visor gleaming.
-Gleam
"They saw strength!" Present Mic continued. "They saw what it means to protect!"
Aizawa added dryly,
"Now we see if they can carry that weight."
The two classes stood across from each other in the arena.
A current passed between them.
Rivalry. Expectation. Ambition.
Above, the crowd thundered with excitement.
The Sports Festival had officially begun.
And the next generation of heroes—Was ready to clash.
The formation completed.
Class 1-B. Class 1-A. Support Course students lining in technical precision.
The stadium lights focused back to center stage.
Midnight stepped forward again, cape fluttering slightly in the breeze of the open dome.
She looked at the sea of students.
At the stands packed with civilians, investors, pro heroes.
And she smiled.
"My students,"
She began, voice softer now but carrying effortlessly across the stadium.
"Today is not just about strength."
The crowd quieted.
"It is about heart. About ambition. About proving to yourselves that you deserve to stand under this sky as future heroes."
Her gaze swept across them.
"...."
"Fight with pride. Compete with honor. And remember…"
Her tone sharpened slightly.
"…this is your stage."
Thunderous applause followed.
-Claps!
Then she tilted her head playfully.
"And now," she continued, "we invite the top scorer of this year's entrance exam to give the opening declaration."
A ripple moved through Class 1-A.
Several students froze.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Some slowly turned their heads.
One explosive blond stood at the front.
In the commentary booth, Present Mic leaned forward eagerly.
"OHHHHHH HERE WE GO!"
Beside him, Aizawa muttered flatly,
"This is a mistake."
Katsuki Bakugo stepped forward.
Snatched the microphone.
The stadium waited.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Class 1-A collectively braced for impact.
Bakugo didn't disappoint. He raised the mic.
"I'm going to win."
A pause.
The stadium leaned in.
"And I don't mean barely."
He grinned one would think he was a villain.
-Grin
"I'm going to crush every single one of you."
The silence lasted half a second.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Then the crowd erupted. Some cheering. Some gasping.
Class 1-A froze in horror.
"I'll prove,"
Bakugo continued, pointing at the sea of students,
"that I'm the strongest here. If you think you can stop me—try."
Mic drop energy.
Behind him—Midoriya was sweating.
Uraraka blinked rapidly.
Iida adjusted his glasses in panic mode.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Todoroki simply exhaled.
-Sigh!
From Class 1-B—
Monoma's grin widened like he had just been handed a gift.
-Grin
"...."
In the stands, murmurs began spreading.
"Did he just declare war?"
"He basically insulted everyone."
"He's insane."
Present Mic burst into laughter through the speaker system.
"NOW THAT'S CONFIDENCE!"
Aizawa rubbed his temple.
"That's provocation."
Back on the field, Bakugo handed the mic back to Midnight like he had just announced the weather.
Behind him, Class 1-A could practically feel the combined glare of every other student in the arena drilling holes into their backs.
They had not signed up for this.
They were now public enemies by association.
Midnight coughed lightly into her mic.
-Cough
"Well! Passionate spirit! That's what we like to see!"
Somewhere in the stands, a group of General Studies students cracked their knuckles theatrically.
Class 1-A collectively thought the same thing.
'We're going to suffer for this.'
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(A/N):
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