Chapter 17. Save them or fail

A tall, muscular man in black clothes with piercings on his lips, ears and nose crumpled a beer can at once, turning it into a ball-like image, threw it from behind just hitting the trash. This darkness was so pressing on him that they failed from a lack of vitamin Cholecalciferol. In this hole, he feels like a dead man around the round night. The four "friends" did not move their heads from the crashing jar. Who can't enjoy before watching? Coldclaw understood that it was interesting to watch a Sports Festival in some way in order to better study the Quirks of enemies, but not so much as not to hear an unnecessary sound.

"What are you, zombies?" he snorted sarcastically, turning the dagger in his hands.

A red-haired girl with bright blue eyes was able to tear herself away from the screen when she heard a heavy blow against the wall. The clairvoyant stared with displeasure at the large knife that had flown there. They may have heard, but ignored. One skinny guy with hair that feels like hay looked at him murderously, let's feed the "vampire" with negativity.

"What the hell?" she asked. The clairvoyant is now very angry because this knife almost flew into her head. She hated this obnoxious EMO in everything: hypocrisy, arrogance, selfishness. And he had the audacity to seriously steal a partner with a cold object, trust in him has already disappeared. How do the other three tolerate him? The question can be answered that "just endure and that's it," the other day I remembered these words, making me shudder with nerves that I can't stand this bastard. But his unconventional orientation was all the same. Although she felt sorry for those guys - guys who were blind with fake love.

"Nothing," Coldclaw shrugged coquettishly and stretched his whole body so that his torso was visible. "I'm bored."

"Come out! No one is holding you," the Gorgon's venomous eyes like her snakes flashed from a single light source, filling the room with cold. Coldclaw hatefully got up from the rough treatment and slammed the door loudly, hearing how he swore and then exhaled from the release from under the darkness. Gorgon exhaled with restraint, closing her eyes, and turned to the screen.

"It's starting to get boring," the fat guy with the villainous name of Locust reached out. This name is similar to his quirk that he can grow a large flock of insects from his skin, which gnaw through hard surfaces if they are large, and creates small ones for tracking or distraction. "It's the same every year."

"But not with new members," the head stroked the snake, finding a mouse somewhere and gave it. She gently made a sound. "Their new appearance makes me learn more about them. We need to know who to deal with." Gorgon did not hide her favorite entertainment to learn about a new character and make important biographies about them, especially their Quirks.

"What's the score of your records?" The clairvoyant crossed her legs, straightening the collar of her shirt.

"A bunch," the other replied, not knowing the exact answer. "Of course, I have to burn some notes when the hero dies."

"The warehouse will regurgitate these useless pieces of paper someday," the Locust snorted meticulously.

"Take care of yourself," the Gorgon leaned on the outstretched hand, turning on the intimidation mode of snakes. The partner turned away and rolled his eyes. "I repeat once again that these notes improve our foresight. For today's year, we most of all need to find out everything about these spinogryzov."

"As those who have strong Quirks? Especially this one?" Screen

as planned, he showed four guys with 10 million glasses on the forehead of a black-haired man.

"Quick-witted," the snake-haired woman grinned. "The son of a Fiery Jet and a White Lily, born of a burning passion to amaze everything around. He is somewhat similar to the hero No. 3."

"Well, yes," the redhead agreed without a doubt. "At the last stage, he will show his true character." Implies that the Fiery Jet and his son may have the same fierce and aggressive characters in battle. At the expense of the child, the girl is not sure that he is completely similar to his father.

"I'll tell you a secret that Coldclaw has a crush on him," the thin man said disgustedly. "I'm getting sick of this chatter."

The Gorgon and the Clairvoyant, almost choking, laughed. "

"I bet 1000 yen that Coldclaw will stop loving him like the others," the blue-eyed woman continued to laugh, wiping a tear.

"It doesn't look like it," he shook his head, remembering the last dialogue, that a friend was also mumbling to the poor healer without rest about a kid named Ikawa Hito, how handsome, talented, smart and serious he was. And Coldclaw almost made him vomit when he kissed the Gorgon sketch. What a horror from a gay man!

"Quiet!" the snakes hissed, creating a deathly silence. Their hostess slowly shook her head, wondering to see the other participants further. Meanwhile, the tall man returned with the smell of fumes soaked in and silently sat down, barely audibly grinning that his lover was being shown.

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The inner ferocious tiger in Kosen's soul remained in priority to get first place for the cavalry battle, just like in the last battle. The third place after the race did not comfort the disheveled guy and now, taking advantage of the liberating anger, his team remained in third place, also disappointing for him. Around most of the teams completely lost points, which increased their points of the team, Hasutaba, Tenzu from Class A and Tokura, Tsuki, Kimi from class B. Ikawa's team saved an extra 10 million and needed to get them in five minutes as soon as possible. To begin with, Akayoru had Kimi's team standing in his way with his 350 digit on the commander's head and one bandage hanging around his neck, covering the other glasses.

A purple-haired man with red and blue eyes, trying to nimbly dodge the red light towards him. His troika could not move so fast and they prayed not to lose the designation.

"Your worms can barely stand on their feet!" Akayoru waved his hand once more, already firing in front of his face. Yakimono dodged a couple of times, feeling dizzy.

"We're not as rude as you are," he spat out on a heavy exhale.

"Hey, you two overgrown ones, bring me closer to this two-eyed one!" the red-eyed one fumed, hitting the heads of Hayan and Naiki with both hands, not caring that he hit them no weaker.

Murasaki scratched his sore spot with his purple eyes squeezed shut. "Be careful! We are not made of iron!"

Kosen was going to hit them again so that they wouldn't be distracted, but stopped, smirking smugly that it was enough at the sight of the guys' terrified faces. Naiki and Hayan got close enough to the opponents and the leader grabbed both hands of the other leader with his hand that they almost fit, and brought them a little closer to himself in order to comfortably get to the two bandages. Kimi struggled helplessly, but Kosen's dead grip persistently held him and after a few seconds now he did not resist when his team's points disappeared. Kosen, Naiki, Hayan, and Jiju walked away contentedly, as Class B uttered obscenities behind them.

"Where to now?" Inui asked.

"Now it's time to take the damn 10 lams," the leader grinned, cracking his fingers.

Meanwhile, the Kozumi team actively gave the Tenzu team resistance, assigning them 785 points to their 685, receiving a total of 1470. According to Toshi's calculations, they took second place and there is a chance that they will remain in this place until the end of the game.

"Dear first-year students!" began the message Present Mick. "Ten minutes have passed and it's time to look at your results! Let's spread our ears together!" The Voice Hero pressed a flat gray button on the side of the screen. "Akayoru's team advanced to the third place." Suddenly his eyes widened, that Ikawa's team fell to the fifth line with fully spent points. Nizashi took off his glasses and rubbed the back of his eyes and put the accessory back on the bridge of his nose. He stared at the screen in shock, not believing that 10 million had disappeared from the son of famous heroes himself. The Almighty and Aizawa were also looking at the table screen in shock. "What do I see? Ikawa's team spent all the extra 10 million! And now the first place is taken by Tokura's team!"

Kozumi and Kosen blinked in surprise. Before the shocked news, Hito felt the cloth disappear from his forehead. He was scared and tilted his head against his will, but the bandage managed to be in the air, telling him that this was another Quirk of Invisibility for a student from a parallel class. Some viewers were shocked, who were rooting for the Hito team. They thought this guy would keep a high place.

"Our 10 million!" Kiiro screamed. "How did it happen?"

Tokura's team was unfolding in front of them without their glasses. Is it possible to hide glasses according to the rules?

"With the help of Camouflage, we got close to you and grabbed your glasses," a black-haired girl with glasses tied a cloth around her neck and reached into her left pocket, lifting a belt with a bag. "So that you wouldn't notice us, I hid my glasses," I put them back on my forehead.

"Is it by the rules?" Samidare turned to Ashido.

"Yes. They are rarely hidden in pockets to make it difficult for the enemy to reach them," she looked at her watch hand. "Hurry up Ikawa’s team! You have four minutes to get back what you lost!" winked with support.

At some point, Hito had a premonition that he and his comrades would lose the battle against Class B. These guys have a strategic player, whom he not only watched for her to know all the hidden tricks. And from these tricks, they ended up in a trap. Will four minutes be enough for them?

"You should have done something," Tokuro said seriously. "You're Ikawa, right? At some point, I've been watching you since the first stage." She adjusted her rectangular glasses on the bridge of her nose. "You are smart and strategy, determined and purposeful." she reached for her bag and took out an ordinary notebook with a brush and a black bottle attached to a rope for attaching to her neck. Hanging the bottle around her neck, she continued: "If you want to go to the finals, then come on, take it from me," she lowered her eyes to the blindfold.

Realizing that she was testing his wits, Hito first made a mental analysis about Tokure Ehichi's Quirk. This girl can animate drawings from a notebook by drawing different patterns with black paint hanging on her chest. He remembered that she had applied a Quirk on the run and created a platform for moving through the air, something similar to an airplane carpet. Judging by her stern and intelligent look, she is an elder.

"It will be more difficult to get close to her," the guy frowned, looking at the accessories. "You never know what she will draw." Imagined that Ehichi would draw a lion and order him to detain the enemies. But if it's a drawing, will it be able to burn? Or will she create a shield, what, maybe it will also be destroyed?

"Here you are, bespectacled!" Kosen's team was approaching like Kozumi's team, now interested in other enemies. "These 10 million are mine!" the tall one prepared his hands.

Tokuro snorted disdainfully at his rude behavior and scribbled a wall on paper, animating it in front of him. The laser roughly collided with the animated object, leaving a black spot. Kosen gloatingly muttered:

"You still don't fully know what I'm capable of!" the hotline shot again now, having managed to break through the drawing and melt it. However, the joy was replaced by angry annoyance: Ehichi created another wall.

"How naive."

The Kozumi team, focused on Tokura, cautiously approached the B students, ceasing to be near the Hito team. The guy with pale brown hair looked straight at Kut and Yanfu with glowing black eyes. Both guys paused at the surprise of Kozumi and Toshi. Like Hito, they guessed the Fad of stopping people in any position on the spot.

The long-haired man exhaled that he would not be prevented from taking back his glasses, except for the Ehichi team, who would resist three of them, especially that girl commander. The idea came to mind to ask Tsuen to tie ropes around his belt in order to try to resist them from the air. According to the rules, this is also permissible. If Hito falls to the ground, then he and his entire team will be out of the game and will not pass to the last stage. He does not want to upset his guys with a defeat that he did not promise to keep the points, and will immediately begin to redeem himself.

"Kiiro, wrap the ropes around me and I'll try to reach the bandage."

"Is it possible?"

"This is also allowed," Pinky magically predicted her thoughts. "The main thing is that the leader does not touch the ground, otherwise he will not return to the field without opportunities."

The blonde with a sigh, nodding, tied the guy around his stomach and the other one seemed to really fly."

*"Wow! Kiiro Tsuen tied her commander with ropes so that he could reach the stolen property in a free space!"* Present Mick commented contentedly. *"But remember, everyone, there are two minutes left!"*

The booming howl, sounding as a sign of support in favor of students A, gave Hito self-confidence. If you want to win quickly, then take your time. As they say - you will hurry, you will make people laugh. If you worry about the remaining short period, you will not see complete peace of mind in losing. Tsuen carefully dragged the man closer to Tokura by order. Hokabe and Samidare watched in hope and were also nervous that they would not have time to win.

Ikawa lowered himself low enough to reach the white cloth, but he was met by a painted shield. Thinking about luck, the guy grabbed the object and felt that the shield was hard as metal.

*"Is the shield's sense of touch real?"* he thought in surprise and exhaled fire for identification. The metal will remain in the same condition if it is not heated to the maximum temperature. And despite the deplorable mood, the object did not disappear. So, a student from class B can not only create an image of a thing, but also their aggregate state. It was like creating an animation, only it's realistic. It was like creating an animation, only it's realistic. Perhaps the hypothesis is correct, but Hito reasoned that Hokaba's Live Art and Pantomime Quirk coincide a bit: they create a living image of objects and their sounds. Only a mute classmate creates invisible objects, like ordinary pantomime actors.

Ehichi chuckled with audible mockery. The black-haired man turned to the other side and again the shield prevented. Cursing to himself, he straightened up straight and for some reason decided to kick this object with his foot, hoping that it would throw him aside. As if at a click from the fingers, conscience persuaded not to do this, suddenly it would harm another. On the other side, Akayoru was desperately destroying a wall in a fit of intense anger, which did not want to be scattered with small fragments, as if it was made of solid tungsten metal.

"Don't try to ruin it. I made sure that the wall had a strong strength. I multiplied it ten times. You could say ten in one."

"Damn you! Once I'm done, I'll try to kill you faster before you create something nasty!" he dusted off his hands and continued to be barbaric.

*"30 seconds left!"*

The black-eyed man was at the limit of withstanding the four by the fact that his eyes were drying. Obeying the upper mind, he blinked, desperately wiping his eyes, which began to shed tears. Once again, the enemy four would have moved, if not for Kozumi's stopping words, because there was no point in continuing. They won't have time.

"What the...?" a light pink-haired girl lowered her head to her chest in bewilderment, before noticing the disappearance of several pieces of objects.

Switching to Hito, Present Mick started entering a return report from 20 seconds. What a teenager could do was spin in the air without any effort. He only tried to reach the goal and everything turned out to be a failure. In the slightest panic, the student decided to still add stamina to save the girl from protection, pushing harder with his hands and trying to push it away with his feet, another invented way to make a visible overview for himself and 10 million. Ehichi did not let up, not caring about her own crooked position. The restless voices from her troika did not reach her ears that she needed to level up. I don't care about it, she won't give up not to give up these glasses.

*"5! 4! 3..!"*

The body fell back on its back. The girl fell into her deaf universe, anxiously looking at the sky. The earned snow-white fabrics like clouds were reset to zero, like her dream to participate in the final match at least once.

*"...2! 1! The cavalry battle is over!"* a second after the words, a siren sounded. The exhausted participants separated from each other by a few inches, calming down that it was fun, even if they didn't make it to the third event. Hito squatted down with annoyance and buried his fingers in his silky charcoal hair, not wanting to mess with anyone: the rest was at the top of everything, before looking with shame at two guys and one girl, who also got out of tension.