章 29: Chapter 5 - The Sports Festival: 2
The Stadium had been full of excited audience members, protesters, and pro heroes; the latter of which were there to scope out future talent that they could recruit for their agencies in the near future. So far, only a few of them were impressed, but those were some of the lower-tier heroes that were just starting out. None of the larger ones in the rankings were impressed.
All except one Jonathon Kujo, or Johnny, for short. He had specifically flown down from America to watch his son participate in the U.A. Sports Festival, as well as get a glimpse at his niece. Needless to say, he had been impressed with both of their performances, if not a little bit concerned.
But why was he concerned? They did do a good job, and it wasn't as if they were failing to meet his expectations. In fact, they were exceeding them; especially Yoshihara, seeing as he had never met her before. The older Kujo assumed that Josefumi had been helping her get a handle on her Stand, which was why she was so good with it.
And it was speaking of Stands that made him so worried in the first place.
It was a little-known secret that Stand Users were a million times more powerful than people with Quirks; even with some of those Quirks being stupidly overpowered like Shoto Todoroki's Fire and Ice Quirk. But even though his Quirk was powerful, it would stand no chance against something like his Tusk or his son's Soft & Wet, simply because they lacked the ability to see their opponent.
Not to mention, while some of the Abilities that Stands have on paper are rubbish, take Tusk's nail projectile ability for example, in execution they can be possibly reality breaking. Take America's 9th ranked pro hero, Valentino, otherwise known as Craig Valentine, a descendant of the 57th President Funny Valentine. He had their family's heredity Stand, Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap, which could hop between dimensions with pathetic ease. That alone ensured that Quirks were vastly undercut.
And it was because of those Abilities that Stands were forced to be kept secret. Not many heroes told the world about their Stands, but rather masqueraded them as Quirks to keep the public from freaking out.
Like, seriously. If the populous of America knew that the Number 2 Pro Hero: Joekid, could shoot someone once and send them spiralling into the ground at terminal velocity, at the cellular level, with their fucking fingernail, then yeah, it would be a shit show.
The only reason why Cathleen Bates, aka Star and Stripe, was the number one hero in America was because of her stupidly overpowered New Order Quirk. That, and Johnny really didn't want to deal with the pressure of becoming America's top hero.
And then there was his other reason for worrying about Josefumi, and it was a perfectly good reason, too. Because Josefumi was a Stand User, that would mean that almost all of the competition was cannon fodder. He wasn't saying it to overinflate his pride in his son, but rather it was due to just how strong Soft & Wet was. Any Stand that had a physical damage grade above D could shatter ribs in a single punch, or worse. If Josefumi wasn't careful, he could kill someone.
And if that wasn't enough, the second event made that a close possibility.
All Out War
There was a fine line between a Sporting event and an absolute massacre. This would be that. Johnny had seen six Stands in that crowd. His Son's Soft & Wet, his niece's Stand that he didn't know the name of, his Son's Girlfriend's Stand Love Love Deluxe, Rohan's granddaughter's Stand, and two other Stands belonging to two other students.
Needless to say for the other 36 contestants, this next event would be nearly impossible for them. Unless Josefumi planned to hold back, which then in that case they might be fine. He couldn't say anything about his niece, but if the look on her face was anything to go by, no one would be making it out unscathed.
And while the rest of the crowd around him was cheering and hollering in excitement, with the knowledge of the oncoming massacre, Johnny was smiling knowing full well his son was going to progress to the next round with ease.
Down by where the students were, it was a completely different story. Nerves were at an all-time high and confused yet also curious mumblings filled the showroom floor. However, Yoshihara wasn't having much of it. She tuned everyone out, just like she always did so that she could formulate a game plan going into this new event.
Kira was nothing if not meticulous. She knew that there were some people who would be gunning for her throat the moment the event began. However, here, she could finally unveil her true strengths. There was no need to hold back. The only stipulation she would have to make was to reduce Killer Queen's explosions to a medium—still enough to leave 2nd-degree burns, but nothing too outrageous.
While using Sheer Heart Attack would also be a good idea, she wanted to save that for the finals. She didn't want to reveal all of her tricks right away. If she had to use Sheer Heart Attack, however, she would. If anything, it would be for recon and nothing else.
"Now, to explain the rules of All Out War, so listen carefully!" Midnight began, and with a devilish smirk on her face a burning cityscape showed up on the screen behind her. "The scenario is simple: Civil War has broken out within a small city, and the civilians are fighting over control of their once peaceful town. Those civilians are all of you!" as Midnight continued, a few of the students looked at one another nervously.
Those who were friends quickly broke that friendship for this event.
Those who were rivals saw this as an opportunity to show the other who was boss.
And those who made it from the General Studies saw this as a way to prove themselves worthy of joining the Hero Course.
"However, you're not alone. The robots from the U.A. Entrance exam will also be there. The goal of this is to earn as many points as possible. You'll get 1 point for destroying any robot of any type. However, beating certain people will net you a lot of points. These points will be called Bounties! Upon defeating certain people, you will be able to claim their bounties immediately! For example, if you can beat Midoriya Izuku… our top placer for the obstacle course race, you will be given 10 million points!"
When Nemuri dropped that bomb, almost everyone looked over to Izuku, who had a slightly concerned expression on his face, though nonetheless shining with a small amount of confidence not only in himself but in his ability to move on to the next round. Those around him, however, glared at him with a ferocity comparable to that of lions.
It was a no-brainer that everyone wanted to move forward and claim that number one position and be known as the winner of the U.A. Sports Festival. Almost half of the people who were originally thinking of sparing Midoriya due to his normal weakness now viewed him as someone that needed to be defeated in order to win.
But no one was more focused on beating Izuku than one ashen-blond bomber.
"If I can claim Deku's bounty, I'll be able to move on to the finals and make good of my oath. Not to mention, I can finally put that shitty brat in his place right where he belongs!" Bakugo thought, a vicious grin on his face.
When Deku showed up at U.A.'s entrance exam, he thought it to be a joke. Sure, he had made his stupid statement about how no one was going to stop him from entering the school, but in the end, Bakugo thought of it as nothing more than a last-ditch attempt to squeeze some sort of merit out of himself before being unceremoniously kicked off of the world's leg like a needy puppy.
But that didn't happen. Because if it did, Deku wouldn't have stolen first place from him using whatever Quirk he somehow fished out of his ass. Not to mention that he was confident. Too confident. The only reason for it was that stupid copycat Kira.
He didn't believe a damn thing that Pompadork said. There was no way in hell that Kira was that strong. He was the strongest, he was the best, HE WAS THE BETTER OF THE TWO! In fact, he was the best among all of the first-year students. He was the strongest student in class 1 – A, damnit! So how the fuck did Deku, Copycat, and Pompadork get into the top three before he did?!
Right then and there, Bakugo made a declaration in his head. He was going to defeat Deku, He was going to stomp over the Copycat, and he was going to humiliate Pompadork. Once he was done with that, he would take first place.
"The people who should try your damndest to beat are the following: Midoriya Izuku with 10 Million Points. Kira Yoshihara with 1 Million Points. Kujo Josefumi with 500,000 points. Todoroki Shoto with 250,000 Points. And Bakugo Katsuki with 50,000 Points. The rest of you have 100 points to your name. In order to move on to the next round, 16 people must have at least a minimum of 600 points. If we do not have 16 people by the end of a 10-minute timer, then those with the most points will be allowed to advance to the finals. Teaming up with someone is strictly prohibited, and if you do, you will be immediately disqualified. After all, this is an All Out War, meaning there are no sides in this is. It is every man, woman, or whatever for themselves!"
As Nemuri finished explaining the rules, two double doors to their right opened up, revealing a massive burning city. "There will be a 2-minute grace period for you to scatter about in this 5 kilometres long and wide battleground. Once the 2 minutes are up, all bets are off! NOW GO!"
And with a blaring horn louder than the last echoed throughout the playing field, all 42 contestants ran into the double doors as the jumbotron in the center lit up with a massive sweeping camera took a look over the entire city.
"JUST SO THAT THE VIEWERS AND CONTESTANTS ARE AWARE, THE FIRE IS COMPLETELY HARMLESS TO THE STUDENTS! IT'S NOT REAL FIRE, BUT RATHER SOMETHING THAT ONE OF OUR STAFF MEMBERS CAME UP WITH FOR THIS EVENT!" Present Mic announced to the entire stadium, allowing any worries to dip away.
Inside the battlefield, Yoshihara was quick to secure a conspicuous location located within an alleyway. The place made her cringe internally, seeing as she had bad experiences with places like these, but that was beside the point. The place was secluded enough and it was out of the way enough to hide until the timer wore off.
"I'm a massive target. I'm actually kind of glad I didn't get first place. That would bring too much attention to myself," Yoshihara thought, her blue eyes glaring at the street corner. She watched as a couple of people, namely Shoji and some Class 1 – B girl with long braided hair ran past one another. The only reason why she knew it was someone in class 1 – B was that they reminded her of a description that Karera gave her in the two weeks before the festival.
"Ibara Shiozaki. That was the girl's name… she will be my first victim," Yoshihara thought, shaking her head. "Target, not victim…. Eh, same thing really."
"Are you seriously wasting your time with debating that kind of thing?" A masculine voice spoke out behind her as the same ghost that had helped her unlock Sheer Heart Attack floated behind her, arms crossed and eyes narrowed.
The Ghost had a habit of making its presence known from time to time. He would only show up for a few minutes, then leave. However, despite that, it would never feel like only a few minutes. The Ghost always had a way with words that made what he said more impactful. In a way, he was like a wise grandfather, but one with a strange tick to their personality.
The Ghost had self-admitted that he had a fetish for hands when he made an off comment about hers. Though he did mention that it would be taboo to admire hers since for some reason or another. He muttered something about 'family' and that had been the end of it.
It was nice, if not strange, to know that there was someone out there dead or otherwise that shared the same strange fetish that she had. While she had been displeased that her own hands had been damaged, she was thankful to have Tooru, Medi-lady, and Recovery Girl be there to fix them when the time came.
However, that was far from what was on her mind right now. "What are you doing here?" Yoshihara whispered as The Ghost raised an eyebrow.
"Hmph, the youth. Always so demanding. Well, if you must know, I wanted to let you know that in the coming months after debating the idea with myself, I'll be teaching you another thing that Killer Queen can do. However, it takes some… coaxing to unlock. It also might work differently for you. I wanted to warn you in advance because if I don't, the strain of the new ability might break you… well, more than you already are," The Ghost said, wiping some of his ethereal blood off his forehead.
Now this, this was interesting. A new ability? It had only been two weeks since she unlocked Sheer Heart Attack. The idea of a new ability coming in so quickly honestly unnerved her. Even if it was in a few months from now, she was intrigued to know just what exactly it might've been.
However, there was one catch that slightly annoyed her.
"Why in only a few months? Why not now? I might need it for the Sports Festival right now," Yoshihara whispered, peaking around the corner again just to make sure the coast was clear. The Ghost sighed, shaking his head. There was a look of contemplation on the face of the ghost man, but also one of sternness. Almost as if he was debating with himself.
"Because you're not ready for it yet. You still have a lot of learning to do. For now, I'm gatekeeping the ability. That, and by that point, you'll need it far more than you'll need it now," There was a momentary pause before The Ghost's form flickered, and he began to fade. "I don't have much time, I can't hold myself up for much longer. You won't be hearing from me till I teach you that new ability. Goodbye, Yoshihara."
And with that, The Ghost left, leaving behind a confused Yoshihara. His comment about needing it for the future sounded… ominous. Ghosts could see the past, present, and future if they so chose. She learnt that from him when they started talking to one another in her dreams after 'The Incident.' It was also in her dreams when he told her about their shared fetish, but that, once again, wasn't important.
"Best not to think about what's to come and to focus on the present," Yoshihara thought, summoning Killer Queen behind her, a bright purple aura enveloping her body as she stepped out from the corner. The bell to begin the All Out War sprung out, and as soon as it did, one of the shadows grew a set of eyes and a creepy smile.
The eyes and smile were quickly joined by a male teenager, who lunged for Kira with a victorious shout. "YOUR MINE!" A raspy, almost excited voice called out from behind the blonde Stand User. The person in question had bright white hair, and their entire body was the colour black. The only hint of colour on their body was the U.A. Gym Uniform.
The boy's Quirk seemingly allowed him to become one with Shadows. That meant that he was extremely good when it came to sneaking up on people. Technically speaking, if he had decided to go along with being a Villian like everyone in his middle school told him he should do, he would've made a great assassin.
Unfortunately for him, even with his exceptional sneaking abilities, mixed with his natural-born abilities to merge with the area around him, his declaration made his appearance more choreographed than a movie fight scene.
Yoshihara didn't even so much as flinch when the boy shouted, her eyes narrowing with annoyance. "The first of many attempts to claim my bounty, no doubt…" Yoshihara thought as she cursed herself within her head.
Just as the boy got close to her, she sighed. "If you're going for a surprise attack, at least keep your mouth shut," the blonde stated as Killer Queen grabbed the boy by the neck, winding him as he choked on thin air. His eyes widened as he tried to grab whatever had him by the neck, only to not grab anything.
He couldn't see what was holding him, and he couldn't see the expression Kira had on her face. But one thought was echoing through his mind at rapid speeds, so much so that he clouded all parts of his judgement.
"THIS ISN'T WHAT MONOMA SAID HER QUIRK WAS!"
And with a powerful slam, Killer Queen forced the boy to the ground, leaving behind a small crater due to the impact. The boy spat up a small amount of saliva, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he was knocked out cold.
It was almost pathetic how easy the boy went down. So much so that it made Yoshihara scoff. Blood leaked from the boy's nose and lower lip as he twitched on the floor. His body rested in the crack in the ground, and for a moment, Yoshihara thought that she might have accidentally killed him. Thankfully, his chest rising up and down dissuaded that premature fear, allowing her to breathe out a sigh of relief.
"AND FIRST BLOOD BELONGS TO KIRA YOSHIHARA! MY QUESTION IS HOW THE GIRL WAS ABLE TO LIFT KUROIRO SHIHAI WITHOUT SO MUCH AS LIFTING A FINGER!" Present Mic commented as Aizawa sighed.
"It would seem as if Kira has a playing card up her sleeve, one that I'm sure she plans to use to her benefit."
With that announcement made, all Kira could do was shake her head. At least he didn't outright state what it was, although it did put a small wrench into her plan. "Way to ruin my sense of surprise…"
And with that, Yoshihara's bounty went up by another 100 points, now up to 1,000,100.
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Hitoshi Shinso had a smirk on his face after hearing the announcement made by Present Mic. It was a shame how Kira was the one who got 'first blood' as it was called, but the purple-haired boy didn't care. He sat atop a small building, his right foot dangling over the edge as he held a wooden puppet in his right hand. The puppet itself was blank, having no features at all whatsoever. It was attached to a four-pronged handle that fits comfortably in his hand. He had no qualms about being as relaxed as he was. After all, with his new Stand, he no longer had the weaknesses of his Quirk.
He heard footsteps behind him, and yet, he still didn't move. Most people would, especially if they were in such a place as he was. However, Shinso was confident. Because he knew that as soon as whoever was in his Everybody Loves Me's range that the battle would be over.
The person in question who was sneaking up on him was one Ochako Uraraka. She normally never did any sort of sneak attacks, but this guy left himself out in the open. He was easy points. All she'd have to do was knock him out, touch him, and have him float gently down to the ground.
It would be an easy way to get herself 1 step closer to entering the finals, and just that step closer to showing her parents that becoming a hero was a good idea. Sure, they were supportive of her, but they were concerned about her reasonings for becoming a hero.
Valid as it might have been, Ochako still wanted to prove to them that just because her reasonings were a little bit selfish, she could still be a good hero! By making it into the Sports Festival, she could no doubt make it there! Because that would mean she could overcome every adversity!
Now… was setting up a sneak attack unheroic? Yes. But was it necessary? Most definitely. She had no idea what Quirk he might have had. Sure, he was a General Studies student, but that didn't mean he didn't have something powerful.
For all she knew, it could be something outlandish like Organ stealing or whatever! That's why she had to sneak up on him.
But as she came close to him, around 5 meters or such, Hitoshi smirked. "You just got into my range."
That was all Hitoshi said as Ochako felt something dig deep into her shoulders, a pained gasp leaving her mouth as hooks invisible to her eyes dug deep into her shoulder blades through her gym uniform. Blood seeped from new wounds that appeared out of thin air, and at that point, the brunette lost all control over her body. Everything such as her limbs, her Quirk, or even titling her head was deemed impossible.
Yet, even so, she tried to flex her wrist, and adjust herself in any way. However, no matter how much she attempted to move, there was nothing she could do. Shinso simply stared at her, a bemused smirk on his face as he lolled his head to the side.
"What's the matter? Paralyzed by fear or something?" Shinso taunted, a small smirk on his face as Ochako narrowed her eyes at him.
"W-What did you do to—" It was then when she realized something. He didn't even so much as lift a finger to hurt her, which was the same thing that happened to her during the USJ, and the same thing explained to her by Kira and Josefumi on the first day back to school. "You! You have one of those ghost things don't you!" Ochako blurted out, earning a raised eyebrow from Hitoshi.
"Ghost things? Is that seriously what you just called my Stand?" Hitoshi questioned, shaking his head with a disappointed gleam in his eye. "Seriously, this is ridiculous. And here I thought you would know a thing or two about Stands. At the very least you should know what they're called. Good grief…" As the purple-haired teen said that, he stood up, motioning his puppet to touch its legs, which made Ochako do the same thing.
And then, her Quirk activated, allowing her to float off the ground.
"If you really must know. My Stand, Everybody Loves Me, allows me complete autonomous control of whatever is hooked by it. The way I control that individual is through this here puppet," Hitoshi stated as he waggled it around. When he did so, Ochako was jostled around at the same likeness of the puppet, making her head spin. "In other words, you're mine to control and puppeteer, effectively making yourself unable to battle."
As Hitoshi said that, Ochako's eyes widened. "And since barely anybody here is a Stand user, they won't know you're being puppeteered! Because all I have to do to make you stay quiet is this!" Hitoshi continued as he slapped a piece of tape over the puppet's mouth, which shut Ochako's mouth completely. She tried opening it, but it didn't work.
"There's no point in trying. Anything I do to the puppet will happen directly to you… minus fatal injuries, of course. If the puppet breaks apart, you won't break apart… but you'll feel every ounce of pain that comes with falling apart. I found that out when I attached my Stand to a rat and broke the doll. Needless to say that the rat died of shock," Hitoshi finished, a mortified expression appearing on Ochako's face.
"Holy crap! This guy's insane!" Ochako thought as the purple-haired teen frowned. He looked almost… annoyed. She couldn't fathom why he was the annoyed one, if anyone it should've been her that was annoyed; not to mention scared.
"You probably think I'm villainous, right?"
The way he asked the question seemed more like it was a statement, however, seeing as she couldn't respond, all he did was sigh. "It's not like you can say anything. But I can tell just from the look in your eyes that you think I'm sort of a pyschopath. It's not my fault my Stand does what it can do. In reality, it's an enhanced version of my old Quirk. But you're not here to listen to my sob story."
Hitoshi maneuvered the puppet as Everybody Loves Me fully manifested behind Hitoshi, its hook launchers moving a full 180 degrees over to the edge of the building. The purple-haired boy masterfully made it look as if the puppet was jumping, and completed the look by making Uraraka land in a hero pose on the floor.
All the while Ochako's expression was one of fear as seven of the exam robots turned to face her, noticing her arrival. However, unable to do anything of her own accord, she watched in semi-terror and semi-awe as her body moved through the crowd at speeds she had never been able to perform through the robots, touching each one as she moved past them.
And then, as they floated up, Hitoshi puppeteered her to put her fingers together, deactivating her Quirk and sending all the robots to a quick demise as they shattered to bits upon making contact with the ground. The purplette smiled, while the brunette's eyes widened in fear.
Hitoshi's bounty went from 100 to 207.
Ochako was eliminated, now under the control of Hitoshi.
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A large, thick stock of hair shot past Josefumi destroying several U.A. entrance exam robots with pathetic ease. The aforementioned teen ducked into an alleyway with a small grimace on his face as Soft & Wet punched at least several meters of hair away from his person. It wasn't as if he knew who his opponent was, however, he was a tad bit annoyed that Karera had chosen to go after him first.
She had chased him halfway across the city area and had it not been for Soft & Wet removing the friction a few times in random places where Karera was running he would've been caught. He had to admit that Karera and her Love Love Deluxe was terrifying.
Especially when she was using her hair as giant snake effigies to wrap him up and squeeze him into unconsciousness.
And while it was a pain in the ass that she thought it was a good idea to chase him across the cityscape, he had a feeling that she would go after him first, either out of wanting the bounty over his head or just to distract him for someone else. She had a habit of helping people out inadvertently, which sometimes made for some funny circumstances that he had run into on several occasions.
However, that wasn't important right now.
Right now, he needed to defeat his girlfriend. He wasn't in the mood for mind games, right now, he just wanted to end it right here and right now. And so, he dug something out of his pocket, that being a silver ball. The Silver Ball had the words 'JOJO' engraved into it. Despite being made of Steel, it was easy to lift, and with a deep breath, he began to see small squares with spirals everywhere.
He could see the Golden Ratio.
It was everywhere, in the walls, on the floor, and even in himself! The Steel Ball began to spin, and with an arced throw, the ball tore the literal feet of hair and travelled through it to slam into the side of Karera's head.
A small shield of hair was enough to reduce the impact, but it just kept spinning, destroying the hair at the root before digging just a little bit into her skin and pinching a nerve, knocking the teen out and for the hair to retract back towards the head and for Love Love Deluxe to disappear.
If he was going to be honest that felt too easy. Even so, though, he wasn't complaining. Soft & Wet grabbed his Steel Ball and tossed it over to him through the window, the pompadour-haired teen catching it with ease. He half expected to have run into someone from his class right about now, but he hadn't, which had surprised him just a little bit.
Although he knew Gyro and Gio were watching him back in Italy on the TV. It wouldn't have been too hard for them to get a connection to the Sports Festival, especially if Gio's Stand had anything to say about it.
Josefumi's Bounty increased by 100, giving him a score of 500,100.
He vowed to himself that he was only going to use The Spin to destroy anyone who he came across during the majority of the Sports Festival, and once he did that, he was going to advance. He already had a free ticket to get in. All he had to do was hide somewhere no one would look for. But that was the cowards' way of fighting. And if it was anything that Gyro taught him during their two weeks together, it was to never be a coward.
"Remember, Josefumi. Never be a coward in a fight. If you do that, then you'll lose respect not only for yourself but for the others around you. That was something I taught your Grandfather during the Steel Ball Run all those years ago. I told the same thing to your father, and now I'll tell you, as well. Even in times of stress, even in battles, you think you cannot win, you must always fight to the bitter end. To live and evolve by fighting, and if need be, by killing your opponent. That, JoJo, is The True Man's World."
"Sorry to do that to ya Karera, but I can't hold back," Josefumi said as he put his Steel Ball back into his pocket. Exiting the building, the pompadour-haired teen was about to dash across the road when an explosion smacked him right in the side of the face, followed by a hallowing familiar "DIE" reverberating around the street.
Out of instinct, Soft & Wet positioned itself to absorb most of the damage, though it still reflected on Josefumi, knocking him to his back before the Joestar quickly got to his feet. Standing in front of him was Bakugo, a smirk on his face.
Bakugo's Bounty was 1/5th the amount he had, however, over his shoulder was Denki Kaminari, who was knocked out and riddled with burns. The explosive boy put Kaminari down on the floor, then kicked him out of the way as he cracked his neck side from side.
There was a look of anger and rage on his face. One not born of competition, but one born of actual malice and anger. For a second, Josefumi could've felt a wave of killing intent drip off of the blond. Yet, even so, it was nothing like any of the Stand Users he's faced.
In fact, if he were to compare him to a Stand User he fought and won against… it would have to have been his very first Stand Battle when he turned 10 years old. Even back then, he had a competent control over his abilities that his Father hadn't seen in a child with a Quirk ever since they moved to America.
Then again, he was a Joestar, so that might have had something to do with it.
"I don't know how the hell you got 3rd place, but I'm going to wipe the floor with you!" And without any further delay, the irate blond jetted toward Josefumi, who stood perfectly still.
Even though they hadn't interacted with each other much, Josefumi knew that Bakugo was the type of person who would do anything to win. He could see that look in his eyes. It was one that Gyro said his father had so many years ago. The same with Georgio when he was still a youngster. Though, unlike his father and Gio, Bakugo, from the looks of things, never seemed to grow out of that childish need to become stronger.
"Once I take out Bubble boy, I'll go for that annoying whiny Deku next!" Bakugo thought, a snarl on his face. The explosive bully of Class 1 – A readied an explosion to hit Josefumi in the face, only for something to slam into his gut, winding him and pre-maturely blowing up his accumulation of nitroglycerin. Josefumi was able to dodge off to the side and avoid most of the explosion. The only downfall was that some of his pristine hair had been singed.
The Steel Ball that Josefumi threw came right back to him he smirked. "As I declared before, I'm not going to use Soft & Wet till the finals. The Spin will carry me through this! I will embody The True Man's World!"
And as Josefumi declared that in his thoughts, Bakugo slowly began to pick himself up from the floor, wiping the saliva from his mouth and narrowing his eyes at the pompadour-haired teen. The two stared at one another, both not moving an inch.
Because this was no longer an easy fight.
This was a duel.
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