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The morning of the Sports Festival dawned bright and clear, a perfect, crisp day that felt at odds with the electric tension humming through the U.A. campus. Inside the 1-A prep room, the air was thick with a focused silence. Costumes were checked and re-checked. Stretches were held a little too long. Eyes were fixed on nothing, minds already racing through strategies and simulations.
Then, Iida Tenya clapped his hands together with a sharp crack that made everyone jump.
"Classmates!" he announced, his voice carrying the full, formal weight of his office. He stood rigidly in the center of the room, his armor polished to a mirror shine. "Before we step onto that field, I wish to say a few words!"
All eyes turned to him. Even Bakugo paused in his aggressive hand-flexing.
"We have endured a trial by fire," Iida began, his chopping hand motions precise. "We have faced true villainy and stood our ground. But today is a different battlefield! Today, we are not fighting for survival! We are fighting to declare! To declare to our peers, to the pros, to the nation, that the future of heroism is here, and it is unbroken!"
His voice rose, losing none of its formality but gaining a fervent, passionate edge. "Remember the lessons of the past weeks! Remember the analysis, the precision, the control! Do not simply rely on power! Outthink your opponents! Support your classmates through your exemplary conduct! Let every move you make show the world the caliber of student U.A. produces! Let us go forth… and show them PLUS ULTRA!"
A collective breath was released. Shoulders squared. Kirishima grinned, sharp and fierce. Uraraka nodded, her fists clenched. Todoroki's gaze grew colder, more determined. Midoriya had stopped muttering and looked… ready.
"All first years are requested to go to the stage," Present Mike's voice came through the speakers on the wall.
The thunder of the crowd was a physical force as we filed into the stadium tunnel. The roar was deafening, a wall of sound made of a hundred thousand voices. Sunlight blinded us as we stepped onto the green field, the scale of the arena breathtaking.
"AND HERE THEY ARE! THE KIDS WHO STOOD TALL IN THE FACE OF DANGER! LET'S HEAR IT FOR THE SURVIVORS OF THE USJ… HERO COURSE, CLASS 1-AAAAA!" Present Mic's voice boomed, whipping the crowd into a greater frenzy.
We took our place among the other first-years. The scrutiny from the different classes—General Studies' resentment, Support's curiosity, Business's calculation—was palpable. Monoma's smirk was visible from across the way.
Midnight stood on the podium in the center, resplendent in her R-rated hero costume. "Welcome, one and all, to the U.A. Sports Festival!" she purred into the mic, the crowd cheering. "We are at the beginning of the festival. And the one giving the athlete's oath! Your student representative this year… Kirigaya Nozomi from Class 1-A!"
A murmur ran through the other classes. Nozomi didn't react to the surprise or the resentment. She simply stepped forward with a serene, unhurried grace, her three tails swaying gently behind her as she took the podium. The stadium waited.
She didn't shout. She didn't need to. Her voice, amplified and clear, carried a peculiar, calm weight that cut through the arena's noise.
"We students of UA are the future heroes of this world," She started in a serious voice. "This sports festival acts as a way for us to show the world what we've got and give it hope. So to all students of UA, give it your all." Then she smirked. "And try to keep up."
She stepped back. For a second, there was stunned silence, followed by an explosive wave of applause and chatter. It wasn't a traditional, fiery oath. It was a declaration of intent, cool, confident, and slightly terrifying. It set the tone perfectly.
"WOW! TALK ABOUT SETTING THE BAR HIGH!" Present Mic yelled. "NOW, LET'S NOT WASTE ANY MORE TIME! YOUR FIRST EVENT IS… THIS!"
The giant screen behind Midnight spun and landed on an image.
OBSTACLE COURSE!
"A four-kilometer run around the perimeter of the stadium!" Midnight explained. "But with all students starting in a single mass… and the path is littered with U.A.'s special brand of obstacles! Only the top 42 will advance! So, don't get caught in the pack, young heroes!"
A tense silence fell as we were herded towards the massive starting gate, all first-years crammed together. Elbows brushed. Glances were exchanged like knives.
"The moment that gate opens," I murmured, my voice lost to everyone but her in the din, "it's a bottleneck designed to cause a pile-up. A test of reaction, not speed."
"Naturally," she replied, her voice a low hum. "The first ten meters will be a wall of flesh." She then smirked as she turned to me. "See you at the finish line."
GREEN.
The surge was chaos. Todoroki's ice flash-froze the front. But Nozomi didn't go over it—she went through it. As students scrambled and slipped, she placed a single palm against the ice barrier. Instead of her usual Celestial Weave, a complex, frost-like fractal pattern of golden light spread from her touch. Crystalline Resonance. The ice didn't melt; it harmonized and then dissipated in a shower of harmless, glittering vapor, leaving a perfect, person-sized tunnel she slipped through without breaking stride. An ability born from understanding fundamental states of matter, not just weaving energy.
I chose a different approach. I didn't jump. I sank. As the crowd surged forward, I channeled Soul-Flux into my feet with a different frequency—Earth-Step. My body seemed to blur and become momentarily insubstantial with the concrete. For two seconds, I phased through the solid floor, bypassing the chokepoint entirely, and erupted from the ground three meters ahead on the other side of the pile-up, the concrete reforming seamlessly behind me as if I'd never been there. A short-range, high-cost teleportation through solid matter.
In one tunnel, beady blue eyes widened as I appeared from the ground.
"Hey, Mirio, isn't that your quirk?" A girl with periwinkle blue hair reaching down her knees asked.
"It can't be, my quirk doesn't let me phase with ordinary clothes," Mirio answered her—Nejire.
Meanwhile, on the battlefield, things were heating up. After we broke off from the rest, the sprint was on. I was at the front, Nozomi just a limb behind me. Todoroki, on his icy pathway, was a short distance behind us. We didn't have to run long before the reason why it was called an obstacle course was revealed.
We hit the Robo-Inferno together but separately. A three-pointer swung at Nozomi. She raised a hand and spoke a single, sharp syllable that vibrated in the air.
Sonic Shatterpoint.
A massive amount of sound waves focused to an impossible degree hit the robot's central joint with the precision of a diamond-tipped drill. The arm sheared off cleanly with a shriek of tearing metal. She followed up with a powerful jump kick to its head, sending it to robot heaven, or maybe the junkyard.
I was swarmed by two one-pointers on both sides. I didn't summon my claws. I crossed my arms and focused, causing the air around me to warp with a silver sheen.
Kinetic Mirror.
As the robots struck, their own kinetic energy was captured, stored, and reflected at them in a single, concussive pulse. They smashed into each other and crumpled, defeated by their own strength.
We kept destroying the robots in our path, showing off our multiple quirks and control. But where is the fun in us doing all the work? We intentionally left over half the robots we saw for the rest of the students still in the dust.
Boom
I turned slightly to the source of the explosion, and I caught sight of Bakugo's excellent aerial maneuver. He blasted one of the robot's head off and used the explosion to change direction towards one that was trying to sneak in a blow from his back, all without breaking pace.
'His raw power is admirable,' I thought, but kept up my sprint.
The Canyon came next. I saw the laid-out path and chose violence. I didn't use the ropes. Instead, I focused on the first pillar, my eyes narrowing. Gravitic Lens. I manipulated the localized gravity around its base, increasing it tenfold for a microsecond. With a groan of stressed concrete, the pillar tore free and toppled forward, crashing onto the next pillar like a domino. I sprinted across the falling debris before it hit the chasm's bottom, treating the collapsing architecture as a brutal, temporary bridge.
Nozomi simply stepped off the edge—and walked on air. Not flying, but creating temporary, solid platforms of solidified light under her feet with each step, Geppo, leaving a fading trail of golden stepping stones that disintegrated behind her, useless to anyone trying to follow.
Todoroki simply kept sliding even as he reached the edge. The Ice under him built him an ice bridge to cross on. Bakugo simply blasted his way over.
The Minefield was the final divergence. I charged straight in. But instead of stepping on mines, I used a technique I'd been perfecting in the lab—Phase-Step Refraction. As I ran, my body seemed to flicker at an impossible frequency. To the cameras, I was a blur. In reality, I was micro-teleporting, my feet touching the ground for nanoseconds at a time, never applying enough continuous pressure to trigger the mines. It looked like I was gliding a centimeter above the sand, a ghost leaving no trace, the air cracking with the sound of displaced air each time I 'refreshed' my position.
We entered the tunnel in a final burst of incompatible styles—me a shimmering phantom denying physics, her a graceful arrow finding the safe route. I crossed the line a microsecond ahead, our shoulders almost touching, a whirlwind of contrasting energies.
"WHAT IN THE BLUE BLAZES WAS THAT?!" Present Mic screamed, voicing the crowd's confusion. "DID HE TELEPORT?! DID SHE DISINTEGRATE ICE WITH A WORD?!"
In the booth, the teachers were stunned into silence before erupting.
Snipe leaned forward. "That ain't one quirk. That's a whole dang arsenal. The girl's got sonic, light, and matter manipulation. The boy's messing with gravity, teleportation, and kinetic reflection. This is... this is impossible."
Aizawa's eyes were wide behind his bandages. "It's not multiple quirks," he said, his voice low with realization. "It's one incredibly versatile, self-directed power source. They're not just using it as a weapon or a tool... they're using it as a language to rewrite local physics. They've had years to experiment, to see what else their 'Soul-Flux' could do besides make claws and ribbons." He explained while looking at the twins' data in the UA system, especially the part written. Quirk(s): Soul-Flux.
All Might stared, his smile gone, replaced by sheer awe. "They've each developed completely different combat philosophies from the same base! She's a precision instrument—a scalpel. He's a force of nature—a wrecking ball! And they're only just getting started!"
Down in the tunnel, Nozomi turned to me, not even winded. Her eyes gleamed with competitive fury and deep respect.
"Phase-Step? You've been holding out on me, brother."
"Learned it last month. Sonic Shatterpoint? Dramatic."
"Effective," she shot back. "You won by a nanosecond using a trick. I'll win the next round with principle."
The message was now terrifyingly clear to every other student in the top 42. The Kirigaya twins weren't just powerful. They were untouchable. They each had a bottomless well of strange, specialized techniques, and they were clearly only showing the first layer. They weren't competing for first place; they were using this festival as a live-fire testing ground for their private arsenals, and everyone else was just collateral in their sibling rivalry.
I turned to the tunnel's entrance, expecting Todoroki to slide in any moment now, but instead of Todoroki or Bakugo.
Boom!
An explosion assaulted my eardrums due to its closeness. We flattened our ears on top of our heads to deafen out the sound. Then, a green blur shot through the tunnel's entrance. Midoriya earned third place, followed by Todoroki and Bakugo.
"What was that explosion?" Nozomi asked, irritated.
"That might have been me," Midoriya answered while scratching his head with an awkward smile. "I blew up the mines in an attempt to get in front of Todoroki and Kachan."
"Tch, Irritating extra," Bakugo scowled as he pushed past us, walking back to the waiting room.
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How was the beginning of the sports festival arc? It was annoying to write, but I am pleased with the outcome.
Anyway, I have two special announcements, more like one announcement and one special, but:
1. I have decided to change the words I write in a chapter. I have been doing about 5k words, but if I am to release daily, 5k words, I run out of juice quickly. It is also related to the special announcement. I will be releasing no more than 3k words a chapter. So between 2k~3k.
2. Since the Christmas holidays are coming up, I will be doing a holiday special. The Christmas special schedule is:
-21st-3rd: 2 chapters a day.
-Christmas and New Year: 3 chapters a day.
-100 powerstones: 1 extra chapter.
-200 powerstones: 2 extra chapters
-300 powerstones: 3 extra chapters.
Leave a review to help me write my book better, and don't forget to drop the power stones.
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