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Kaoruko's eyes widened in realization. "That's... actually a great idea! I never thought about using my bubbles that way."
Itachi gave her a small smile. "Glad I could help."
With renewed confidence, Kaoruko smiled back. "Thank you, Itachi. I'll keep that in mind." She walked off, looking eager to try out the new strategy.
He approached Masaki. "Mizushima-san, your quirk is water-based, correct?"
Masaki looked up and nodded. "Yeah, I can control and manipulate water."
Itachi's gaze was steady. "Have you thought about using the water to control your environment more? For example, turning the ground slippery or creating mist to obscure vision? Or Using water from humans … or using groundwater, water shields, etc…"
Masaki's eyes lit up as he processed the idea. "I hadn't considered that, but it makes sense! I could change the battlefield to my advantage."
Itachi gave a small smile. "Exactly. Your quirk is powerful, but don't just think about offense—consider how to change the conditions in your favor."
Masaki nodded, gratitude clear in his expression. "I will. Thanks, Yaoyorozu."
The atmosphere shifted as everyone seemed more energized and inspired by the new ideas, ready to push their training even further. Aizawa, still in the corner, gave a faint smirk, having observed everything. Not bad, Yaoyorozu, he thought, as he pulled his sleeping bag closer.
After three days, the U.A. Sports Festival finally began. The event was held in a massive, oval-shaped stadium with three floors and multiple large screens broadcasting the action live to the world. Security had been heightened, with pro heroes stationed everywhere, ensuring the event ran smoothly. The anticipation was electric—this was the moment everyone had been waiting for.
In the Class 1-A waiting room, just before they were about to step onto the field, the students chatted excitedly, trying to calm their nerves. Keigo, his sharp eyes focused ahead, smirked and said, "Can you hear that noise?"
Itachi, standing calmly beside him, nodded. "Yes."
Rumi, bouncing on her toes, was practically vibrating with energy. "This is going to be so much fun! I can't wait!"
Yu Takeyama grinned, flexing her fingers. "Now I can finally show my skills."
Ryuko, on the other hand, looked a bit anxious, rubbing her arms nervously. "I'm a little nervous, though..."
Masaki sighed, adjusting his uniform. "I feel the same."
Kaoruko wiped sweat from her forehead, fidgeting. "I'm sweating just thinking about it..."
Itachi, ever composed, looked at them and spoke in a calm, reassuring voice. "It's normal to feel nervous. This is a huge opportunity, after all. You'll be performing in front of heroes who might become your mentors or even future colleagues. But don't let that pressure overwhelm you. You've all trained hard, pushed yourselves beyond your limits, and today's the day to show it. Trust in your strength."
Ida stood up straighter, his posture reflecting his sense of duty. "You're absolutely right, Yaoyorozu. We've worked hard for this moment, and we'll give it everything we've got."
The rest of the class nodded, determination burning in their eyes. Then, in unison, they shouted with renewed energy, "GO BEYOND! PLUS ULTRA!"
Meanwhile, outside in the stadium, Present Mic's voice boomed over the loudspeakers, his excitement contagious. "HELLOOOOOO, EVERYONE! The time has finally come for the annual U.A. Sports Festival—a tournament where our Hero Course students get to show off their physical abilities, facing off in front of pros who just might hire them someday! It's a fierce competition, but in the end, there can only be ONE winner! Now, let's get started with the introductions!"
His co-commentator, Shota Aizawa, stood next to him, looking as disinterested as ever. Mic grinned and gestured to him. "And joining me is none other than my good friend, the infamous Eraser Head! Let's hear it for him!"
Aizawa barely lifted a hand, his monotone voice cutting through Mic's enthusiasm. "Hello."
Mic groaned dramatically. "C'mon, man! Show some energy!"
"Shut up," Aizawa deadpanned, his gaze sweeping over the stadium.
Without missing a beat, Present Mic continued. "Alright, folks! Let's not waste any more time! I'm pleased to introduce... the students of U.A. High!"
The crowd erupted into cheers, the air buzzing with excitement.
"First up... give it up for Class 1-A!" Present Mic shouted.
The students of Class 1-A marched out with their heads held high, their expressions a mix of confidence and determination. The crowd roared in approval, eager to see what this promising class had in store.
"And now, here comes Class 1-B!" Mic announced, as the students of Class 1-B followed suit, stepping out with just as much fire in their eyes.
"Next up, let's hear it for the General Studies students of Class 1-C, D, and E!" he continued, and the remaining students made their way out, greeted by thunderous applause.
As the students stood in line, they noticed a stage in front of them. Standing on it was none other than Midnight, striking her usual seductive stance, her eyes scanning the crowd with a sultry expression. Her presence alone stirred murmurs from the audience. One spectator, heart-eyed, whispered, "She's the new hero, right?" Another corrected him, "No, she's the R-rated hero, Midnight."
Keigo, standing beside Itachi, grinned. "Looking as radiant as ever, huh?"
The group turned to glare at him. "What? I'm just saying…" he shrugged defensively.
Itachi sighed, his usual calm demeanor unfazed by Keigo's comment. Meanwhile, Rumi jabbed him lightly in the ribs. "You perv bastard…" she muttered.
Midnight's voice rang out, smooth and commanding, "Now, for the Player Pledge..." She paused, her eyes gleaming as she announced, "From Class 1-A, representing the students: Itachi Yaoyorozu!"
All eyes immediately turned to Itachi.
Keigo smirked and leaned over, whispering, "Put your hands in your pockets. Look casual."
Itachi shook his head, his tone flat. "I'm not like you."
Yu Takeyama chuckled. "Not everyone is, you."
As Itachi made his way toward the stage, the other students watched him with growing interest. "Wow, he looks so handsome," someone whispered. In the audience, a few agency representatives sat up, eyeing him with curiosity. One of them smiled, thinking, Looks like you're doing well for yourself...
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