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More than a week passed in the blink of an eye.
And finally—
The U.A. Sports Festival kicked off on a crisp, sunny morning.
At the academy gates, a storm of reporters and media vans surrounded the entrance like a siege.
"Ugh…" Yaoyorozu Momo sighed softly, standing beside Uchiha Madara as they approached the crowd. "I knew this event was popular… but this is ridiculous."
Just ahead, camera flashes exploded like fireworks, reporters shoving their microphones at anyone even remotely connected to Class A.
"Are those… students from Class A?"
A few reporters spotted them instantly, eyes lighting up.
Before they could rush over, Yaoyorozu Momo swiftly grabbed Madara's arm, pulling him close as she summoned a coat with her Quirk, draping it over both their heads like a makeshift cloak.
"Let's move."
With a faint chuckle, Madara followed her lead, slipping unseen through the chaos.
Inside the academy grounds, the festival atmosphere exploded into life.
Colorful stalls lined the walkways, the scent of sizzling food mingling with the chatter of the swelling crowd.
This was a festival in the truest sense—Neon's brightest, loudest, and most-watched event of the year.
And though the third-year battles usually drew the spotlight…
This year, it was different.
The eyes of the public—and the pro heroes—were all drawn to the First-Year Division.
After the villain's attack weeks ago, the name "Class 1-A" had spread far beyond the academy walls.
Even now, the staff had doubled the number of pro heroes on the security detail. Famous faces mingled among the crowd—
"Isn't that the kid from the Sludge Villain incident?"
At a nearby food stall, Mt. Lady glanced over as she munched on a stick of octopus balls, pointing subtly at Madara and Yaoyorozu walking by.
"Yeah, it's him," Death Red Fist muttered, arms crossed, eyes narrowing slightly.
"Didn't think he'd make it into U.A. Guess I underestimated him."
Kamui Woods stood silently beside them, the wooden mask hiding his expression.
"Whatever," Mt. Lady shrugged, swallowing her last bite. "Let's grab some drinks before this place gets even crazier."
Death Red Fist remained silent, his gaze following Madara's retreating figure.
U.A. Locker Room — Class 1-A
"Man… why can't we wear our combat suits?" Ashido Mina groaned, tugging at the hem of her sports uniform.
"Because it's a sports festival," Ojiro Mashirao replied. "Makes it fair for everyone."
"I wonder what the first event will be?" Sato Rikido cracked his knuckles eagerly.
"Doesn't matter," Tokoyami Fumikage said, arms folded. "We'll crush it with everything we have."
Madara smoothed down the uniform top with a faint frown. "This thing fits weird. Prefer my usual outfit."
"I wish we could wear our hero costumes…" Yaoyorozu Momo sighed beside him. "These aren't exactly flattering."
The door burst open—
"Are you all ready?!"
Ida Tenya's voice rang out as he struck a dramatic pose in the doorway.
"It's time!"
Midoriya Izuku took a shaky breath from his seat, visibly nervous as he stood.
"First-Year Contestants, please assemble at the stadium!"
The loudspeaker blared across the grounds.
Ida led the way, the class following in tight formation.
Madara walked in the center of the group, a slow grin tugging at his lips.
Finally… I don't have to hold back.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the annual U.A. Sports Festival—the ultimate showdown for the next generation of heroes!"
The announcer's booming voice echoed across the stadium.
"And this year, we've got something special—students who survived a villain attack, standing strong with unbreakable will… Miracle Rookies of Class 1-A!"
The arena roared.
Cheers erupted from the massive crowd—tens of thousands strong—the sound like a wave crashing over the students as they marched into the spotlight.
"This kind of pressure… It's unreal," Kirishima whispered, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
"Tch. I'm not nervous." Bakugo Katsuki smirked, his eyes glinting with violent excitement. "I'm just getting ready to crush 'em all."
"...Right."
"Here comes Class 1-B!"
"And the General Studies Classes C, D, and E!"
"Support Course—F through H! Management Course—I, J, K!"
One by one, the classes poured into the stadium, the lines forming a colorful, chaotic tapestry of Neon's future heroes, inventors, and managers.
Then—
A figure stepped onto the main podium.
Midnight, draped in her signature outfit, twirled the mic with a playful smirk.
"Contestants! Raise your hands for the Oath of Sportsmanship!"
The crowd leaned in—
"The representative this year—Class 1-A's Uchiha Madara!"
A wave of murmurs swept across the field.
"Huh? HIM?"
"The Hypnosis guy?"
"Why would they pick him?"
"Wasn't he first in the entrance exam?"
"Tch… entrance exam means nothing." Several Class 1-B students sneered from the sidelines.
Madara ignored it all.
Calmly, he stepped onto the podium.
With practiced ease, he adjusted the mic.
"I swear…" He cleared his throat.
"…To have fun."
A long pause.
"That's all."
The stadium went dead silent.
And then—
"PFFFT—"
Laughter erupted across the stands, even among some of the students.
"…That's it?" Kaminari Denki whispered, eyes wide.
Yaoyorozu buried her face in her hands with a quiet groan. "I knew he'd say something like that…"
Bakugo Katsuki scowled, cracking his knuckles. "Hah… What a joke."
But up on the podium—
Midnight just laughed heartily. "Well, short and sweet! LET'S GET STARTED!!"
The stadium exploded into cheers again.
Madara stepped down from the stage, his usual faint smirk playing on his lips.
This is going to be fun.
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