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The stadium lights softened.
Smoke from earlier battles had cleared.
Music returned.
Third-years dazzled the audience with coordinated quirk performances.
Second-years followed with refined control that whispered,
"This is your future."
Then—
Cementoss reshaped the arena once more.
A grand podium rose from the earth.
Midnight stepped forward, microphone twirling between her fingers like she owned the air itself.
"And now… the award ceremony!"
Fireworks cracked above.
The screen flashed the final rankings.
[🥉 Third Place — Fumikage Tokoyami and Eijiro Kirishima
🥈 Second Place — Shoto Todoroki
🥇 First Place — Katsuki Bakugo]
And then the crowd noticed.
First place… was tied up.
"...."
"...."
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Bakugo stood on the tallest podium like a feral cat forcibly wrapped for grooming.
Thick restraining bands secured his arms. His mouth was sealed with tape.
Yet somehow—He was still radiating murderous intent.
"MMPH!!"
The audience burst into laughter.
-HAHAHAHA!!!
Some applauded harder.
Some whispered, "Is that part of the show?"
Midnight coughed lightly.
-Cough -Cough
"Due to… enthusiastic behavior, first place has been… stabilized."
More laughter.
Then she raised her hand dramatically.
"And now, presenting the medals… the Symbol of Peace himself!"
The stadium exploded.
-Cheersss!!!
Wind rushed inward as a golden blur descended.
All Might landed in heroic fashion, cape snapping behind him like a flag declaring victory.
"I AM HERE!"
Cheers shook the stadium.
Even Bakugo froze for half a second.
All Might approached Fumikage Tokoyami and Eijiro Kirishima first.
A warm smile.
"You ran with honor. Continue forward."
He placed the bronze medal around their necks.
Next, Todoroki.
All Might paused slightly longer.
"You carry more than power, young man. Remember that strength is yours to define."
The silver medal rested against Todoroki's chest.
Then—He turned toward the tied-up storm cloud on the highest podium.
Bakugo's eyes were vibrating with rage.
All Might looked… slightly unsure.
He leaned in.
"Young Bakugo, victory is not only about winning—"
"MMPH!!"
The podium shook as Bakugo thrashed.
All Might blinked.
-Blink
"...."
The tape was still sealed.
After an awkward pause—
All Might gently lifted the gold medal…
…and attempted to slide it over Bakugo's head.
Missed. Tried again.
Bakugo jerked violently.
The medal swung uselessly.
Finally—
With visible hesitation—
All Might placed the ribbon between Bakugo's teeth and carefully pulled it down into position.
The audience lost composure.
Full laughter.
Present Mic howled into the microphone.
Bakugo's glare could have ignited the sky.
All Might patted his shoulder carefully.
"You have tremendous spirit."
"MMPH!!!"
Cementoss subtly reinforced the podium.
In the stands, Ra-One folded his arms beneath his cloak.
A faint chuckle escaped him.
-Chuckle
Fire and ice had ended the tournament.
But pure, unfiltered explosion had claimed the crown.
And somewhere deep inside the roaring stadium—A rivalry had solidified.
Not polished. Not peaceful. But sharp. And alive.
The sun dipped low over U.A.
Golden light spilled across the stadium like the final page of a long chapter being gently closed.
The U.A. Sports Festival was officially over.
But the noise did not fade. It transformed.
Microphones bloomed like metallic flowers.
Camera flashes burst in constellations.
Reporters zigzagged through corridors hunting for soundbites.
"Today's generation shows remarkable growth!"
"We've never seen such explosive potential!"
"The future of hero society is brighter than ever!"
Across multiple broadcasting vans parked outside the gates, logos of competing TV stations flickered on massive screens.
Analysts replayed moments on loop.
Shoto's glacier. Midoriya's landmine propulsion. Bakugo tied up like an angry gift nobody dared to unwrap.
Hero Interviews...
On one platform, Endeavor stood rigid, flames flickering faintly around his shoulders.
"The students demonstrated resolve. Strength must be honed through hardship."
Short. Sharp. Controlled.
Across from him, Mt. Lady smiled brightly for the cameras.
"They were AMAZING! Especially with how they handled pressure. So cool, right?"
She laughed lightly, expertly shifting angles for better lighting.
-Hehe
Nearby, Fat Gum beamed while holding a skewer of festival food.
"These kids got guts! That's what counts! Guts and heart!"
Reporters nodded enthusiastically.
-Nod
Further back—Ra-One was cornered by two reporters before he could slip away.
"Hero Ra-One! Your thoughts on today's finalists?"
The red visor reflected camera lights.
His voice modulation carried calm authority.
"They fought not only each other… but themselves. That is more important."
Pens scratched. Cameras zoomed.
"Do you believe the next generation can protect society?"
A brief pause.
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"Yes."
Just one word. Delivered without hesitation. It carried weight. Confidence. Not spectacle.
The reporters exchanged satisfied looks.
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Public Reaction...
Outside the stadium, street vendors were still selling festival merchandise at inflated prices.
Children re-enacted Bakugo's explosions with exaggerated "BOOM!" sounds.
Teenagers argued passionately over which quirk was most versatile.
News tickers scrolled:
"U.A. DELIVERS AGAIN"
"FUTURE HEROES RISE"
"SPORTS FESTIVAL RESTORES PUBLIC CONFIDENCE"
After the USJ incident, society had been rattled.
Today? It felt steadier. Hope had a shape again.
It wore training uniforms. It stumbled. It shouted.
It froze half the arena. But it stood. Behind the Spotlight
In quieter corners—Midoriya sat alone briefly, staring at his hands.
Todoroki watched the sky without speaking.
Bakugo was still restrained for "cooling down purposes," growling like a captured thunderstorm.
The roar of the stadium faded into memory.
Banners were taken down. Confetti swept away.
The great arena of U.A. returned to its disciplined calm.
Three days of holiday were announced.
For the students, it meant rest.
For the teachers—It meant paperwork.
Mountains of it.
U.A. High School...
Staff Room...
The staff room looked less like a faculty office and more like a war zone fought with envelopes.
Stacks. Boxes. Digital tablets pinging every few seconds.
Internship offers had begun pouring in.
Hero agencies across Japan had watched the festival with hawk eyes and sharpened pencils.
Now they were making their moves.
At one table, Shota Aizawa stared at a pile of documents with the expression of a man reconsidering every life choice that led him here.
"...."
He lifted one envelope.
"Three hundred and forty-two offers… for Bakugo."
He dropped it back down.
Without emotion.
Across from him, Nemuri Kayama lazily flipped through another stack.
-Snirk!
"Ooooh, Todoroki's numbers are impressive too. And look at this—someone wrote a handwritten letter. How romantic."
Aizawa deadpanned hearing her.
"It's a hero agency, not a dating application."
She grinned.
At the head of the table, Nezu sipped tea with unsettling serenity.
"Please ensure all offers are properly screened. We cannot allow suspicious agencies to slip through."
That was the critical part.
After the USJ incident and the mole situation—Every offer was filtered.
Every agency background checked.
Financials reviewed. Past mission records evaluated.
No shortcuts. Filtering Process
The offers were categorized:
• Top-ranked pro hero agencies
• Regional hero offices
• Newly registered agencies
• Support-focused internships
• Quirk-specialized training programs
Then came the red marks.
Any agency with questionable funding. Any suspicious affiliations. Any hint of underground connections.
Immediate rejection.
Ra-One entered quietly, setting down a fresh batch of files.
His own agency, S.H.I.E.L.D, had received attention too.
A respectable number of offers to take students.
Nezu adjusted his glasses slightly.
"You understand the responsibility, I assume."
Rudra nodded hearing the Nezu's question..
-Nod
"Only those who can handle structured growth. Not fame seekers."
Midnight leaned back in her chair.
"Oh? Being strict, are we?"
He smirked faintly.
-Smirk
"I don't want children learning chaos disguised as mentorship."
Aizawa hummed approvingly.
Student Highlights...
The numbers were telling.
• Bakugo: overwhelming offers from combat-heavy agencies.
• Todoroki: strong interest from top-tier heroes.
• Midoriya: fewer than the top two… but notable, especially from analytical and support-oriented heroes.
• Tokoyami: several night-operation agencies interested.
• Iida: offers from speed-based and urban patrol agencies.
Even class 1-B received respectable attention.
Monoma, despite his… personality, had gathered curious offers from strategic training offices.
Kendo had multiple leadership-oriented invitations.
The next generation had made noise.
And the pro world had heard it.
Outside U.A...
News channels ran segments titled:
"TOP STUDENTS TO WATCH"
"WHICH HERO WILL CLAIM THE FUTURE STARS?"
Speculation fueled public excitement.
Investors watched. Fans debated. Merchandise sales spiked.
The Sports Festival was not just a tournament.
It was a recruitment battlefield.
Quiet Moments During the holiday, students rested.
Some trained privately. Some replayed their fights in their heads.
Some wrestled with regret. Some with pride.
And somewhere in Hosu—Blood still stained pavement where Hero Killer Stain had passed.
The calm between arcs was thin.
Fragile.
At U.A., envelopes continued to stack.
By the time students returned—Their futures would be waiting on their desks.
Sealed. Stamped. And ready to open.
U.A. reopened like a shaken soda can.
Energy everywhere.
Dorm students rushed through hallways comparing numbers like stock traders on caffeine.
"How many did you get?"
"WHAT? You got that many?!"
"I only got twelve…"
"Only twelve?!"
Inside Class 1-A, the air buzzed.
Aizawa stood at the podium, half-lidded as usual.
"If you're done screaming internally… take your seats."
They were not done screaming internally.
He placed a stack of neatly organized folders on the desk.
"Your internship offers have been filtered. Choose wisely. This affects your growth."
The class leaned forward. Names were called. Files handed out. Eyes widened.
Class 1-A...
As expected:
• Katsuki Bakugo received an absurd mountain of combat-focused offers. He skimmed them with a scowl like they personally offended him.
• Shoto Todoroki had several top-tier hero agencies vying for him.
• Izuku Midoriya studied his offers carefully, analytical eyes scanning for the one that would teach him most.
But then—A different kind of murmur began.
Every student had also received one additional offer.
From S.H.I.E.L.D.
From Ra-One.
A personalized message attached to each.
Not flashy. Not dramatic.
Just precise notes about how their quirks could be expanded creatively.
That changed the room's tone.
Momo read hers twice.
Then a third time.
A thoughtful smile formed.
Later that afternoon, decisions were submitted.
From Class 1-A, the following chose S.H.I.E.L.D:
• Momo Yaoyorozu
• Fumikage Tokoyami
• Koji Koda
• Mina Ashido
• Toru Hagakure
• Kyoka Jiro
Midnight raised a brow when she saw the list.
"Quite the lineup."
Aizawa nodded slightly.
-Nod
"They chose growth over glamour."
Class 1-B...
Over in 1-B, the competitive atmosphere was no less intense.
Monoma dramatically declared that he had "countless elite offers," though the exact count fluctuated suspiciously with each retelling.
But three students submitted S.H.I.E.L.D as their choice:
• Ibara Shiozaki
• Manga Fukidashi
• Itsuka Kendo
Vlad King looked impressed.
"That agency is new… but they're drawing strong picks."
Why They Chose It The appeal was clear.
S.H.I.E.L.D wasn't just combat.
It focused on:
• Creative quirk application
• Team coordination drills
• Psychological resilience
• Controlled high-pressure simulations
And behind it stood Ra-One.
A hero who had shown power… but more importantly, control.
Students wanted to understand that balance.
Staff Room...
Nezu reviewed the final selections.
"How fascinating. A balanced distribution."
All Might smiled faintly.
"They're thinking carefully."
Aizawa added dryly, "Or they just trust him."
Rudra stood quietly near the window. Not triumphant.
Just calculating schedules. Nine interns from two classes.
Strong personalities. Strong quirks.
This would not be peaceful.
This would be formative.
Outside, the students were already imagining field work.
Real villains. Real stakes.
The holiday glow faded. Internship season had begun.
Unknown Old Bar...
The old bar did not have a sign anymore.
It did not need one.
Dust hung in the air like forgotten memories.
The jukebox had long since stopped playing.
Glasses behind the counter reflected nothing but shadows.
In the back room—Machines hummed. Tubes pulsed faintly.
And within a dim capsule stood All For One, wires feeding into his body like veins of borrowed power.
Before him knelt a newly created Nomu.
Not bulky like the USJ brutes.
Not mindless. This one stood upright. Its eyes were hollow… but aware.
A faint distortion shimmered around its fingers.
Teleportation. A replacement.
Kurogiri's absence had been… inconvenient.
All For One tilted his head slightly.
"How stable is it?"
The old man who had been reporting stepped forward, sweat beading at his temple.
"The warp function is… functional. Short-range for now. It can open gateways, but not with the precision Kurogiri had."
A faint chuckle echoed in the room.
-Chuckle
"Precision can be cultivated."
The Nomu opened a small ripple of darkness in the air. It flickered. Collapsed.
Silence returned.
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"...."
A new report tablet was placed on the table.
"Hosu incidents continue," the old man said carefully.
"Three more low-ranking heroes. One confirmed dead."
On the screen flashed the name:
[Stain — The Hero Killer.]
All For One watched the footage.
A grainy recording of a red-scarved figure dragging a blade across pavement.
Blood. Resolve. Conviction carved into posture.
"All this noise," All For One murmured, "and yet… no interest in speaking with us."
They had sent feelers.
Whispers through underground channels.
Rumors through criminal networks.
Nothing. Stain did not answer.
He did not negotiate. He did not attend gatherings.
He moved alone. The old man swallowed.
-Gulp
"Our scouts have searched multiple districts of Hosu. Sewer systems. Abandoned factories. Rooftops. Nothing consistent."
All For One's fingers twitched slightly.
"Because he does not linger."
He leaned back.
"Stain is not a criminal in the traditional sense. He believes himself a surgeon."
The room grew colder.
"He cuts what he considers rot."
A thin smile formed beneath the mask.
"And such conviction… is useful."
The old man hesitated.
"If we cannot contact him?"
All For One's voice remained calm.
"Then we let him continue."
Silence.
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"He will create chaos. He will fracture public trust. He will inspire others."
A pause.
"And when the cracks widen enough… we will offer him a stage."
The teleportation Nomu flickered again, opening a slightly more stable portal this time.
Progress.
All For One's head turned slightly toward the direction of U.A., though miles separated them.
"The children are entering internships now."
A soft laugh.
-Haha
"Perfect timing."
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