"Wait… what did you just say? Other Quirks?"
The voice rang out sharply across the conference room. It belonged to Snipe, the gun-slinging Hero in a cowboy hat and mask. His gloved hands rested on the edge of the table as he leaned forward, suspicion thick in his voice. "You mean… Composite Quirks?"
"At first, I thought that too," Aizawa Shouta replied, shaking his head slowly. He reached into his coat and pulled out a photo—Uchiha Madara's entrance record, taken during admission. His expression tightened as he laid it flat on the table for all to see. "But after this… I don't think that's the case anymore."
The photo stared back at them—Madara's indifferent eyes, captured with a faint shadow of arrogance in his expression.
"I believe he's an infiltrator. A spy sent by the enemy."
The room fell into a stunned silence.
Across from Aizawa, Principal Nezu steepled his paws together and leaned back in his chair, his keen eyes narrowing slightly. "A spy… with enough power to scare off the League of Villains?" he murmured. "What purpose would there be in hiding such strength… and coming to U.A. of all places?"
Aizawa folded his arms, his expression hard. "That's what I intend to find out."
For a moment, the teachers exchanged tense glances.
All Might sat at the far end of the table, his usual bright demeanor absent. He hadn't spoken since Aizawa's revelation. When he finally did, his voice was low. "We'll watch him closely… but we'll make no rash decisions yet."
During his time teaching at U.A., All Might had observed Madara now and then. Aloof, quiet… a bit sharp with his words—but not malicious. But now… the question wouldn't leave his mind.
Could it be? Could he be connected to… All For One?
The only person All Might had ever known with multiple Quirks was that demon. Was history repeating itself before his very eyes?
While U.A.'s staff debated his fate, Uchiha Madara walked the streets alongside Yaoyorozu Momo, completely unaware of the suspicions swirling around him.
"Today was… dangerous," Momo sighed, clutching her chest as though trying to calm her racing heart. "If they hadn't retreated when they did… I don't even want to imagine what might have happened."
Madara shrugged lightly. "It's over now. No point dwelling on it."
He reached out and gave Momo a gentle pat on the head, a rare, soft smile crossing his lips. "Besides… tomorrow's a school holiday. Let's go out and have some fun."
Momo blinked in surprise. "You can still joke at a time like this?" She placed her hands on her hips, pouting slightly. "Your heart is too big, you know."
Madara chuckled under his breath.
In the end, though, Momo's strict parents denied her request to go out with him, despite his invitation.
Madara couldn't help but feel a strange sense of disappointment.
The next day, U.A. resumed its normal schedule, though the atmosphere around the academy was anything but normal.
The attack by the League of Villains dominated every news outlet, and the gates of the academy swarmed with reporters hungry for scraps of information.
If not for U.A.'s heightened security and reinforced perimeter, the journalists might have stormed the grounds outright.
Inside the classroom, however, life trudged on.
"Did you guys see the news? They've been talking about us all morning!"
"Of course! I mean, this is a huge deal—professional Hero school under attack?"
"If those villains hadn't retreated… who knows what would've happened?"
Voices echoed through Class 1-A as students discussed the incident in hushed but animated tones.
But amid the chatter, Bakugo Katsuki noticed something… odd.
The moment Uchiha Madara stepped into the room, the faces of Midoriya Izuku and Asui Tsuyu tensed.
Bakugo narrowed his eyes, watching closely. "Hmph… this guy…"
He still remembered how Madara had vanished during the attack—and how the villains had retreated soon after.
Bakugo didn't know what had happened… but he intended to find out.
"Alright. Quiet down."
Aizawa Shouta's voice sliced through the murmurs as he entered the classroom, looking as disheveled and weary as ever.
At once, the students snapped back to their seats, falling silent.
Aizawa gave a small nod of approval. "The U.A. Sports Festival is coming up soon."
The class erupted in whispers again.
"Wait… seriously? After what just happened?"
"We just got attacked by villains, and now we're having a sports festival?"
"What if they attack again?!"
Doubt and concern swept through the students like wildfire.
Aizawa, as always, remained unfazed. "The school intends to go forward with the event as planned. To show the world that U.A.'s crisis management is unbreakable."
He glanced over the class. Security will be five times stronger than in previous years. And besides… this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you."
The murmurs grew quieter, curiosity slowly overtaking fear.
"In the past, it was the Olympics that brought the nation together. Now… It's the U.A. Sports Festival. Hero agencies from all over will be watching, scouting for talent."
He let that sink in before continuing.
"Perform well here, and you'll catch the attention of professional Hero offices. Get internships. Gain experience. Exposure. And for those of you serious about becoming pro Heroes… this is your stage."
Aizawa's voice turned steely. "This event only comes three times in your high school career. Don't waste it."
"Understood?"
"YES!" the class answered in unison.
As the students buzzed with excitement, Madara leaned back in his chair, watching them all with unreadable eyes.
The U.A. Sports Festival… a chance to show the world what they were capable of.
He smirked faintly.
Let them watch.
Because Madara had no intention of holding back.
And if the staff, the police, or even the world itself wanted to doubt him…
He'd make them believe.