Kapitel 110: Chapter 109: Kyoka’s Thoughts

"By the way, it looks like the next match is between Kyoka and the leader from Class B!"

Momo used the break while Cementoss began repairing the stage again to lean over and whisper to Kaminari.

"If Kyoka advances, doesn't that mean she might have to face the winner of the first two rounds again in the semifinals?" Momo's tone was casual, but her expression was thoughtful.

Kaminari blinked, slightly surprised by the realization. His gaze drifted to the arena entrance where Kyoka had just gone down to prepare. He hadn't considered this possibility before.

"Hmm… If I end up beating Todoroki, there's definitely a chance I'd have to face Kyoka," he replied, a bit lost in thought.

"Hehehe," Momo leaned in, a mischievous smile on her face. "If that really happens, what would you do?"

Kaminari thought about it for a moment before replying with a grin, "I won't back down just because of that. I still have to try my best to win. I made a promise to go for first place, after all. It'd be embarrassing to fall short now."

Ashido, always ready to stir things up, leaned over with a mischievous look. "So… if it came down to it, would you be okay with 'domestic violence' on the field?"

Kaminari's face turned deadpan as he stared at her. Domestic violence? Really? He decided to ignore the term Ashido used and responded calmly, "I'll do everything I can to win, but I'll make sure not to hurt her."

"Kaminari," Tokoyami spoke up unexpectedly, his tone serious, "Don't underestimate Todoroki. He's not an opponent to take lightly."

Kaminari's gaze shifted to Todoroki, who stood leaning against the wall, watching the arena below. "Of course. I'll give it everything I've got against him."

As if sensing Kaminari's eyes on him, Todoroki glanced over. Their gazes met, a silent exchange sparking between them. Todoroki's icy blue eyes held a cool determination, while Kaminari's golden eyes shone with confidence.

The tension between them was palpable, even making the usually loud Ashido and Mineta quiet down for a moment.

But before the atmosphere could grow any more intense, Present Mic's enthusiastic voice blasted through the stadium, breaking the silence and filling the area with excitement.

The two broke eye contact, both shifting their attention to the field as the final match of the second round began.

"Thank you, Cementoss!"

"Now, let's get ready for the last match of the second round! From Class A, we have Kyoka Jiro, facing off against Class B's Kendo Itsuka!"

Present Mic's voice boomed through the stadium, setting the crowd on edge.

"And the winner will secure the last spot in the semifinals!"

As Mic hyped up the crowd, the four special-effect flamethrowers around the arena erupted, casting a blaze over the field.

"Begin!"

At the sound of the signal, Kyoka immediately went on the offensive, plugging her earlobe jacks into the ground in front of her. The floor shook with her signature move, cracks spreading toward Kendo with a rumbling sound.

While the spectators marveled at the scene, Cementoss sighed quietly to himself. What's with this year's class? So many Quirks focused on destruction… Hopefully, I have enough cement prepared for all this repair work.

Kendo, however, was prepared. The leader of Class B wasn't about to let herself be caught off guard. Just as the ground beneath her began to crack, she sprang into the air, using her Quirk to enlarge her hands.

"Boom!"

With her giant hands, Kendo swiped at the air, creating a powerful gust of wind that propelled her forward. The force of the wind sent her hurtling toward Kyoka like a missile.

"She can use her hands to fly?!" several spectators gasped in surprise.

Even some of the pro heroes in the audience looked impressed, noting Kendo's quick thinking and adaptability.

Kyoka narrowed her eyes, but she didn't panic. She extended her earlobes, aiming to intercept Kendo in midair.

But Kendo anticipated the move, and with a grin, she swung her enlarged hands again, generating another gust of wind that disrupted Kyoka's attack.

"Sorry, Kyoka! I saw that trick coming!" Kendo shouted confidently, her giant hand swooping in towards Kyoka.

Kyoka tried to dodge, but the gusts kept her off-balance, blowing her cables away before they could reach Kendo.

In that moment, as Kendo's massive fist closed in, Kyoka had a flicker of regret. She glanced up at the stands, almost as if searching for Kaminari among the crowd.

Sorry, Kaminari… looks like I couldn't make it to the semifinals like I planned…

In her mind, she'd hoped to advance to the next round, so that if she ended up facing Kaminari, she could throw the match and let him conserve his energy for the final.

But it seemed none of that would come to pass.

The fight ended quickly. Despite Kyoka's initial advantage, Kendo's improvisation and tactical thinking turned the tables. In a matter of moments, she had overpowered Kyoka, winning the match and securing her place in the semifinals.

The entire crowd, including Kaminari, Momo, Present Mic, and Aizawa, watched in surprise. On paper, Kyoka's Quirk seemed like it would be a perfect counter for Kendo's close-range style. But Kendo's clever use of wind to disrupt Kyoka's attacks had been unexpectedly effective.

"Looks like Class B isn't as weak as we thought…" Shoji muttered, watching as Kendo waved to the crowd with a bright smile.

Kaminari, who had been watching closely, nodded. "They're just as capable as we are. After all, they're Hero students too."

With that, he stood up, ready to make his way to the exit. He planned to check on Kyoka and offer her some encouragement… and then, it would be time for his own match.

Glancing over to where Todoroki had been leaning against the wall, he noticed the spot was now empty. He turned his gaze slightly to the side, spotting Endeavor standing tall, flames flickering around his body as he watched the arena with intense focus.

Kaminari's eyes narrowed slightly. He'd soon show Endeavor just how serious he was.

"I'll show you, Endeavor… my full power," he murmured to himself, clenching his fists.

But as Kaminari walked down the stands, Monoma Neito's voice rang out, filled with smug satisfaction.

"What's wrong, Class A? Weren't you supposed to be the better class? Losing to our class leader like that, even after 'fighting villains'? How embarrassing!"

Monoma had once again popped up over the wall, taunting them with his usual sneer. And this time, without Kendo to stop him, he was free to gloat as much as he wanted.

"Get lost!"

Bakugo, who was already simmering with anger from his own loss, stood up and glared at Monoma with a murderous expression, his voice a low growl.

"Unless you want me to blow you up right here, shut your mouth."

Monoma's eyes widened, and he quickly ducked down, silenced by Bakugo's intense glare. His entire body seemed to shiver under the weight of Bakugo's fury.

What a terrifying guy… Monoma thought, swallowing hard as he stayed out of sight.

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Kapitel 111: Chapter 110: Kaminari’s Warning to Todoroki

The corridor was quiet and dim, with only the sterile glow of the lights overhead casting a pale hue over the empty space. Kyoka walked forward slowly, her footsteps echoing as her head hung low. Behind her, the muffled cheers from the stadium drifted down the hallway, but they only served to deepen the ache in her chest.

In that heavy silence, regret filled her thoughts.

If only… she thought to herself, if only I'd spent more time honing my Quirk instead of focusing just on music, maybe things would've been different today.

"Kyoka?"

A familiar voice cut through her thoughts, breaking the lonely rhythm of her footsteps. She looked up, surprised, only to see Kaminari standing there, a warm and reassuring smile on his face.

"Kaminari!" she exclaimed, her face brightening despite herself.

He walked up to her, his expression soft with concern. "You okay?"

The way he looked at her with such genuine care made the disappointment in her heart begin to melt away. It felt like that familiar jolt of electricity that he always carried with him had dispelled the lingering shadows in her mind.

"Let me tell you something, Kyoka," he said, his tone sincere. "Making it to the quarterfinals is a big deal. Think about how many people would've loved to get this far. Look at all the students who didn't even make it past the first round. You did great."

A small laugh escaped her. "You're really trying to make me feel better, huh?"

"Of course!" he grinned. "I'm serious, though. You don't need to feel disappointed. You were incredible out there."

Kyoka let out a soft sigh, her shoulders relaxing. "I know… It's not really about the tournament. I just… I guess I feel like I could've done more. Like, if I'd focused a little more on improving my Quirk, maybe I wouldn't have been beaten so easily."

"Hey," Kaminari said, stepping closer. Before she could react, he placed a gentle hand on top of her head, mussing up her purple hair ever so slightly. She blinked up at him, caught off guard by the unexpected gesture.

"Thank you, Kyoka," he said softly, his voice filled with gratitude. "You did more than enough. And… I promise, I'll do my best out there."

As he let his hand fall away, Kyoka found herself momentarily speechless, watching as he turned and continued down the hallway toward the stadium. His parting words lingered in the air.

"Stay up there and watch. I'll make you proud."

Once he was out of sight, she reached up, touching the spot where his hand had been. Her face turned slightly red, and a quiet, barely audible whisper slipped from her lips.

"...You're only a month older than me, you know. Who said I wanted you as my big brother…?"

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Back in the arena, Kaminari emerged from the tunnel and was greeted by a blinding flood of light and the roaring cheers of the crowd. Across the field, Todoroki stepped forward, calm and composed as always, though his eyes held a certain intensity that hadn't been there in previous matches.

The atmosphere was electric—no pun intended. It felt like everyone in the stadium knew that this was the battle they had been waiting for.

"Todoroki and Kaminari on the field!" Present Mic's voice boomed over the speakers, barely managing to cut through the deafening roar of the audience. "This is it, folks! This match promises to be one for the ages!"

Present Mic was practically bouncing with excitement, and even the typically stoic Aizawa had leaned forward ever so slightly, his eyes fixed on the two students.

As the crowd settled, Kaminari took a few steps forward, meeting Todoroki's gaze. "So… your dad stopped by to talk to me before the match."

Todoroki's indifferent expression flickered, a slight scowl forming. "Endeavor?"

Kaminari nodded. "Yeah. Not to be blunt, but your dad's kind of… intense. He wanted me to make sure you use your full power."

Todoroki's face hardened. He already suspected what Endeavor had wanted, but hearing it confirmed from Kaminari only deepened the tension in his posture. "Did he offer you something? Money, maybe? Or some other incentive?"

"Nope." Kaminari shrugged. "But he did promise to let me punch him if I managed to push you into using your flames."

Todoroki's eyes narrowed, both puzzled and irritated. "A punch?"

"Yeah," Kaminari said with a grin. "Apparently, he thinks if I can force you to use your flames, that would be worth a punch to the face. And you know, the idea of decking the number two hero in Japan is pretty tempting."

A dry chuckle slipped from Kaminari's lips, but when he continued, his tone grew serious. "But this isn't just about my deal with your dad."

"Then what is it about?" Todoroki asked, his voice colder than the ice he wielded.

Kaminari's face darkened, his usually carefree eyes turning steely. "This isn't about your dad's deal. This is about you. If you hold back… if you refuse to use your full strength… then I'm going to make you regret it."

The threat was delivered quietly, but it carried an unmistakable weight, causing even Todoroki to stiffen slightly.

"I'm serious, Todoroki. If you don't come at me with everything you've got," Kaminari warned, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes, "then I'll beat you down right here, in front of everyone. So if you're going to be stubborn, then don't blame me for what happens next."

Todoroki's eyes flashed with a hint of conflict, his fingers clenching slightly. For a brief moment, he seemed almost uncertain. Then, he straightened, his gaze icy and resolute.

"My power isn't something for you or him to decide," he said coolly. "I know what I'm here to do."

Kaminari let out a soft sigh, his lips curving into a small, dangerous smile. "Fine. Just don't say I didn't warn you."

As Present Mic's voice called out for the start of the match, Kaminari took a stance, electricity crackling around him. He kept his eyes locked on Todoroki, a look of unwavering determination on his face.

And as the match began, Kaminari silently hoped that Todoroki would finally let go of the weight that held him back. Because if not… then Kaminari was fully prepared to knock it out of him.

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