My bad... was busy with HW and work yesterday.. here is the chapter... enjoy
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Twenty-four students stood facing Akira, or you can say, facing the 1000 points.
These were different from the students in Wave One. They were the heavy hitters. And behind them, a few wildcards that Momo had placed very deliberately.
Bakugo and Todoroki walked to the front of the group, stretching their limbs. Todoroki flexed his right hand as frost crawled across his fingers.
"Don't get in my way, Half-Half." Bakugo taunted.
Todoroki didn't even look at him. He continued his stretch, adjusting his stance, completely unbothered.
Bakugo's eye twitched. "Oi, I'm talking to you-"
"HAHAHAHAHA!!!!"
A voice cut in from behind them. A voice dripping with, 'I am a little bitch.. punch me if you can.'.
"THIS is Class 1-A's third and fourth strongest?? How disappointing! I expected more from the class that supposedly survived the USJ incident. Then again, maybe the villains were just weak!" (Peak Ragebaiting)
Neito Monoma from class 1-B. A boy with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a personality that made people want to punch him within thirty seconds of meeting him.
Bakugo spun around, about to kill him. "THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY-"
A hand grabbed Monoma by the collar and yanked him backward before Bakugo could close the distance.
"Sorry about him." Itsuka Kendo, Class 1-B's vice representative, held Monoma by the scruff like a cat. "He does this out of habit. He is a bit wrong in the head, just ignore him."
Monoma dangled from her grip, still grinning. "I'm just stating facts, Kendo."
"Shut up, you idiot."
Kendo turned to the wildcard from the general class, Shinso, who stood a few metres back with Kirishima and Tetsutetsu walking behind him like dools.
"You're sure they won't have any long-lasting effects, right?" Kendo asked, looking at the two mind-controlled fighters.
Shinso shook his head. "No. When I release them, they'll wake up as if nothing happened."
Kendo held his gaze for a moment. "It better be true."
Shinso just ignored her and kept walking.
Further back, Tenya Iida was standing very still while something was being strapped to his back.
"Are you sure this is safe?" Iida asked, his voice nervous as the straps tightened around his chest.
The girl strapping him in didn't look up. She was working with high speed as her pink hair bounced around as she adjusted bolts and checked connections.
"SHUSH!! Don't doubt my babies!!"
Iida blinked with confusion. "Babies?"
She nodded aggressively. "YES!! My babies!! Every invention I make is my baby, and this jetpack is my FAVOURITE baby, so stop moving and let me finish!!"
Hatsume Mei from the support class. The girl who had built more functional prototypes in one semester than most students do in years.
Iida turned to Ibara, who stood nearby with her hands clasped in her usual prayer position, vines swaying gently around her head.
"You're sure Yaoyorozu-san told you to get me into a jetpack?" Iida asked, his tone suggesting he was hoping the answer was no.
Ibara nodded serenely. "Yes. I swear on my God."
Iida sighed deeply and let Hatsume finish the straps.
"If I die," he muttered, "tell my brother I went down with honour."
"You're not going to die!" Hatsume said, tightening the final bolt with a wrench. "Probably....."
"PROBABLY?!"
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At the front of the group, Bakugo and Todoroki stopped in front of Akira. He stood with his hands at his sides and blue flames humming across his body.
"Give me your best," he said.
Frost burst across Todoroki's right side. Ice crawled up his arm, across his shoulder, down to his fingertips. The temperature around him dropped in an instant. His breath came out as white mist.
"I will," Todoroki said.
Bakugo didn't say anything. He just grinned..... like a dumbfuck.
In the stadium, the crowd was already losing it. Present Mic's voice boomed across the arena.
"HERE IT COMES, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! BAKUGO AND TODOROKI ARE STEPPING UP TO FACE AKIRA SHUZENJI!! THIS IS THE MATCHUP EVERYONE'S BEEN WAITING FOR!!"
Aizawa leaned into his mic. "Let's see if they can force him to go all out."
Bakugo moved first as always.
He launched with an explosion from both palms, rocketing across the clearing like a missile. He came in with his right hand cocked back with a detonation already building in his palm.
Todoroki followed Bakugo. Ice erupted from his right foot, and a glacier raced across the scorched ground toward Akira, cutting off his retreat to the left.
Akira responded.
Two blades of blue flame materialised in his hands. Nothing too grand. One in each hand, held in a reverse grip, the style Mei had drilled into him during their ten days of training. Simple yet efficient with no wasted movement.
Bakugo came down with a detonation aimed at Akira's head. Akira sidestepped and slashed upward with his left blade, forcing Bakugo to twist mid-air to avoid it. The explosion hit the ground where Akira had been, cratering the earth and sending ash flying.
Then Todoroki's ice arrived. Akira planted his right blade into the ground and vaulted over it, the glacier passing beneath him. He landed on the other side and immediately had to block — Todoroki had closed the distance during the ice attack and was trying to detonate a massive ice attack at his face.
Akira caught it on his blade. The ice shattered against the blue flame. Todoroki didn't stop. He followed with a left straight, then a sweeping kick that trailed frost across the ground. Akira parried, dodged, and countered with a slash aimed at Todoroki's midsection.
Todoroki raised an ice wall between them. The blade cut through it, but the delay was enough for Todoroki to create distance.
Bakugo was already back. He came in from behind with a spinning explosion kick. Akira ducked under it, felt the heat of the blast pass over his head, and drove his elbow backward into Bakugo's ribs.
Bakugo took it, but that was not enough to stop him. He grabbed Akira's arm and fired a point-blank explosion into his side.
BOOM.
Akira slid across the ash as he planted his feet, absorbing the momentum, and he looked down at the scorch mark on his uniform. The Overdrive flames had absorbed most of the damage, but he felt that one.
He looked up at Bakugo. Then, at Todoroki, who was already building another ice formation with a smile.
"Now we're talking."
The fight accelerated.
Bakugo's style was like a living version of chaos. He used his explosions for mobility as much as offense, launching himself in unpredictable arcs, changing direction mid-flight. He fought like a wild animal with a jet engine strapped to each hand.
Todoroki was the opposite. He was calculating his every move. He controlled the battlefield with his quirk, creating walls, ramps, and platforms that funnelled Akira into narrow corridors where Bakugo could ambush him. When Akira broke through the ice, Todoroki was already building the next formation. He never stopped moving, never stopped creating, turning the flat, scorched clearing into a frozen maze.
Between the two of them, Akira was being pressured from every angle. Bakugo in the air, Todoroki on the ground, explosions and ice converging on him from opposite directions.
And Akira fought them both with two short blades and a calm expression.
He parried Bakugo's right hook and redirected the explosion into one of Todoroki's ice walls, shattering it. He used the debris as cover, slipping behind a falling ice chunk to avoid Todoroki's follow-up attack. He caught Bakugo's punch mid-swing and threw him into Todoroki's path, forcing the ice user to stop his attack to avoid hitting his own ally.
He was reading them. Every pattern, every habit. Bakugo always led with his right. Todoroki always built ice from right to left. Bakugo attacked in bursts of three. Todoroki paused for half a second between formations.
In the stadium, the crowd was on their feet, screaming with every exchange. Present Mic had abandoned all pretense of composed commentary.
"BAKUGO WITH THE AERIAL ASSAULT!! TODOROKI CUTS OFF THE LEFT!! AKIRA PARRIES AND--- OH!! HE REDIRECTED THE EXPLOSION INTO THE ICE!! THIS KID IS FIGHTING TWO OF THE STRONGEST FIRST-YEARS IN THE COUNTRY AND HE'S MAKING IT LOOK LIKE A SPARRING SESSION!!"
Aizawa added more. "He's not overpowering them. He's outmanoeuvring them. Akira is using their attacks against each other. That's the difference between raw strength and combat intelligence."
The fight had been going on for several minutes. Both Bakugo and Todoroki were breathing hard. Akira had backed them both toward the edge of the clearing, controlling the space with minimal movement, always staying in the centre, always making them come to him.
Todoroki fired one more ice wave. Akira raised both blades and sliced through it. He stepped through the steam and was face-to-face with Todoroki.
One blade at Todoroki's throat. The other, blocking the explosion Bakugo had aimed at his back, without even looking.
Both of them pinned.
Then something unexpected happened.
Another wave of ice rushed at him from the side.
Akira burned it instinctively. But the attack made him flinch for a fraction of a second, because he was certain Todoroki was out of stamina.
He turned.
Standing thirty metres away, behind a chunk of ice debris, Neito Monoma was shivering violently. Frost covered his right arm but he was grinning from ear to ear.
"THIS IS ONE NASTY QUIRK!!!!" Monoma yelled, his copied ice already fading from his trembling hand. "NO WONDER YOU'RE SO ARROGANT, TODOROKI!! WITH A QUIRK LIKE THIS, I'D BE INSUFFERABLE TOO!!"
Todoroki stared at him. "You already are."
Before Akira could attack, something came from above.
A shadow, massive and fast, dropping from the canopy. Akira dodged at the last moment, rolling sideways, but as he landed, his feet hit something wrong. The ground beneath him had gone soft. His feet sank to the ankles, then the shins, locking him in place.
What?
He looked down. The earth around his feet had changed consistency entirely, becoming a viscous, semi-solid substance that gripped his legs and hardened the moment he stopped moving.
Juzo Honenuki, class 1-B. Softening quirk. He had been hiding beneath the ash, hands pressed to the ground, waiting for the exact moment Akira would land in his zone.
Before Akira could burn himself free, two massive guys wrapped around his torso from behind.
Shoji.
Shoji's six-armed giant wrapped around Akira's chest, his arms, his shoulders.
And from the other side, Jurota from class 1-B pressed harder. The ground swallowed Akira to his knees.
Shoji spoke directly into Akira's ear.
"You're not allowed to harm us in a life-threatening way, meaning no red flames. School rules."
Akira looked down at his trapped legs, then at the two guys pinnng him down.
Momo, you sly fox.
This wasn't a fight. It was a trap. Wave two wasn't just about Bakugo and Todoroki — they were the distraction. Every exchange, every explosion, every ice wall had been designed to push Akira toward this exact spot.
And it wasn't over.
From behind the massive chunks of ice scattered across the clearing — the debris from Akira's clash with Todoroki and Bakugo — vines appeared. Ibara Shiozaki's hair, dozens of thick green tendrils, shot across the battlefield like ropes. They raced toward Akira from every direction, aiming to wrap his arms, his neck, his blades, anything they could reach.
At the same time, three figures burst from their hidden positions behind the ice formations. Kendo, her fists already enlarged to the size of boulders, charged from the right. Kirishima, still under Shinso's control, his body fully hardened, charged from the left. Tetsutetsu, also controlled, fully turning into steel, charged from directly ahead.
Three tanks pinned the target, with vines closing in from every angle and the ground swallowing him from below.
In the stadium, the crowd erupted.
"THEY TRAPPED HIM!!"
"THE GROUND ATE HIM!! THAT IS SUCH A COOL QUIRK!"
"THE VINES!! LOOK AT THE VINES!!"
Present Mic was screaming at a pitch that shouldn't have been humanly possible. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! AKIRA SHUZENJI IS PINNED!! SHOJI AND JUROTA HAVE HIM FROM BEHIND!! HONENUKI HAS HIS LEGS!! SHIOZAKI'S VINES ARE CLOSING IN!! AND THREE HEAVY HITTERS ARE CHARGING STRAIGHT AT HIM!! IS THIS THE END OF THE THOUSAND-POINT KING?!!"
Aizawa, for the first time in the entire Sports Festival, looked interested. "Yaoyorozu designed this entire wave around a single objective — immobilise him. She used Bakugo and Todoroki as the bait, Monoma as the surprise factor, and positioned Honenuki, Shoji, Jurota, Shiozaki, Kendo, Kirishima, and Tetsutetsu as the closing trap. Every piece moved exactly where it needed to."
In the VIP box, Mei was leaning forward, with genuine surprise. "She actually pinned him."
Yu was nodding. "The Yaoyorozu girl is a smart one."
From the tallest tree at the edge of the clearing, Momo watched through her visor. She saw Akira pinned in the softened ground, pinned by Shoji and Jurota, vines racing toward him, three armoured fighters seconds from impact.
She allowed herself a small smile.
What now, Akira? What will you do?
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Momo is one scary girl... is she not?? But what next?
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