Chapter 19. Forward, fighters!

A short break with entertainment came to an end. In addition to playing with balls on the field, there were shops with merchandise of various old and new heroes that you can buy: T-shirts, caps, shorts, notebooks and others. In addition to fan stuff, they sold posters with inscriptions of support and some sound objects that, when used, would inadvertently touch sensitive auditory channels. Most of all, the girls, sparing no money, bought everything they liked, and bought some things from students from the Faculty of Business, made by themselves. Class A made them smile with their first trade.

An arena with a large area of two stands and four torches at each corner was being built. This responsibility was taken by a kind literature teacher and the Protagonist of Cementoss - a humanoid smooth block of light gray cement in a dressed-up black shirt with sleeves, collar, pants and dark gray boots. His quirk creates blocks from a solid surface and he does a great job of fixing.

"Cementoss has almost finished repairing the arena," Tana fidgeted. "It's huge up close."

"I think so too. Its area almost reaches the entire field," Tsuen said. "It would be a pity to destroy such beauty because of the fighting."

"Is it customary to restore Cementoss again?"

The blonde shrugged her shoulders. "He does so many things..."

In front of Tana, Hito, sitting between Yushita and Naiki, took a notebook with a pen originally from the dorm, then put it in the waiting room, drawing a sketch of Tokuro Ehichi. Not a little was mentioned about his favorite hobby to know more about the heroes he encountered. This notebook counts 15 and the wall shelf will put the remaining 5 notebooks there if it does not stop working. But, according to his calm opinion, Ikawa will not stop drawing, interested since childhood, too immersed in Izuku, who happily explained to his younger brother the reason for also being interested in recording the abilities of heroes and not only them, and the abilities of villains to know weaknesses and where to hit. This is self-study. You can always find useful information in the notes.

"How did you get the notebook?" Yushita asked with a tilt to look at the pencil creation.

"Aizawa-sensei has allowed it," Hito wrote the last line and put the pen between the pages, slamming it with a good sound.

"For a hero fan, this is the norm," Naiki teasingly pushed his shoulder with a big fist. "Just think how much you write about them."

The long-haired man grinned, touching his shoulder briefly. "This is my work."

Hachimitsu and Tenzu stared like statues in disbelief, making the classmate laugh more. In his former school, classmates almost lost their eyes to him and later came out of a trance to admire him, which is great to write about Professionals when you want to learn more about them for yourself. Not everyone wants to bother for the sake of their own favorite activity. Hito understood their different preferences.

Concentration and curiosity turned to the finished beautiful arena. The final event, which came true for 16 participants, will now begin.

"Cementoss, you have golden hands as always," the microphone boomed with a small alarming sound in the speakers, as it happens in the beginning.

The block man smiled mercifully and turned 180 degrees to remove the pipe from under the cement behind a square cabinet before sitting down on a pre-built chair.

"Are you ready to enjoy the long-awaited last fight?!" tremulously, with an appeal to cause a love fire in the hearts, the blond asked. From the volume, Aizawa moved away 5 inches with tolerable anger. The audience applauded louder than all the previous two tournaments, shouting "Yes!" with their hands raised in a call to see the finalists. "Me too! The last test at the Sports Festival since the beginning of the era of the appearance of Quirks has won hearts! After all, this is a one-on-one fight! Participants are supposed to take responsibility for themselves! Show your skills, strength and endurance around your sphere for everyone to see in order to get to the grand reward!"

Mahoro was ready to explode on the spot from fanaticism, as before watching the release of her favorite movie. "I'm rooting for Muju-kun! His Telekinesis will lift a person and move them out of the field."

"He will do it quickly," Kozumi nodded. "He will have chances to win a place in the fourth round."

The dark space was difficult to cause an exciting tremor in a spiky-haired guy of ash-blue color. You need to worry before meeting death in battle with a real enemy, where you will never return from there with a living soul. If you're lucky, then with a heard plea.

"Upchi!" Kuta's head dropped sharply from sneezing caused by a slight scratching in the nostrils. His grandmother always believed in various signs and when he was little, he became interested in her opinion about the meaning of the phenomena that made a person. For example, a black cat running through, breaking dishes... It is important to adhere to some signs in order not to be dependent as a slave. Now his sneeze has brought good news that someone is thinking about him. "Probably, my friends believe in me," the merry man scratched the sensory organ with his back finger. "I will not disappoint them," enthusiastically, with a wide smile, he headed for the bright exit, to the other side filled with glory to show himself to the whole country of the future hero with Telekinesis.

"Let's start the battle! He knows how to smile and there are no barriers to gloomy weather for him! His pure, sharp and snow-white smile really infected me to succumb to cheerful emotions! Muju Kuta from the Faculty of Heroes! Against... a fly hunter, but only for deadly insects in Japan. Kusari Chiashi from the Faculty of Heroes!"

Eight-limbed climbed up between the ladders with a sigh, feeling the warm wind from the torches. With an exciting sigh, he continued to climb, imagining Class B's hopes for him. Most of all, I was worried about the intimidating appearance. As a child, he was often teased and some were wary, talking about the path to becoming a villain. Trying to ignore the ridicule, he still managed not to break down and entered the U.A. There he was not so harshly accepted by his classmates and they waved off what he was like outside. Heroes aren't judged by their looks, right? The audience also does not utter angry comments and each of them supports someone, but Chiashi is not used to getting a lot of attention because he is used to being alone, as in the past.

Having climbed up, the other guy did not move at the sight of the opponent and continued to keep a smile. He doesn't care who and what he looks like?

"Wow, you look unusual," Kuta tilted his head on his right shoulder. "With extra legs, you run fast, but can you drag more objects with your hands? It's quite convenient," smiled even wider, showing shark teeth.

Kusari's cheeks were plastered with pink dust. A student from another class praised him? A gray-skinned man would doubt - suddenly he is doing this so as not to offend.

"The rules are simple!" Pinkie spoke into the microphone, holding a pom-pom that she bought from the first-year students of the Faculty of Business. "If the opponent is out of the field, does not move for a long time or says "I give up", then you will win!" she turned her head at both of them and happily waved the left multicolored object. "Don't be afraid to fight with all your might! Imagine that you need to vent negative emotions. Of course, don't overdo it. If you go too far, you will be disqualified! This is not a fight against a real villain!" she held out her hand, frowning.

Kuta raised his finger, winking at her. "We're not stupid."

Mina giggled with a pink blush. "By the way, Recovery Girl can't wait for you. Once everyone understood... the fight begins!" she shouted louder in a jump, wiggling her pompom.

On flat-screen televisions hanging overhead, a screen with two students with their names and the "VS" icon flashed. The supportive shouts thundered louder than the rain. Classes A and B were also somehow supported: they splashed out emotions in java or stuck in their thoughts.

Chiashi, with his eyes closed, assured himself to be bolder, took a deep breath, exhaled, at the last pale net from the mouth prison flew to the ashen one. Kuta put out his right hand and in a second the web slightly larger than his height stopped. The four ruby eyes of the opponent faded from the sticky blanket flying at him after the wave of student A's hand, and soon the mutant felt himself in the role of a hostage of pirates: the body was tightly bound, cramping hands and feet to each other, and the skin was wet from a thick liquid made of a special composition of saliva, as ordinary spiders do for webs.

There was no way to move, because because of Chiashi's clumsiness, he objected to falling, but did not mind saying "I give up".

"Muju Kuta goes to the next round!" announced Mina, "Kusari Chiashi, go with the guys to Recovery Girl!"

Two people in white medical coats with a stretcher ran up to the victim, wearing gloves from sticky bone in advance and laying him down more carefully.

"Will his web last that long?" Yushita asked.

"If you don't use special solutions," Komori shifted for the convenience of sitting. "There's no point in worrying, because Recovery Girl always has something you need."

The needle guy had no inconsistency. When he went to the doctor to treat the wound on her finger, she had three cabinets with transparent doors and they were stuffed with do not understand what, besides drugs for simple diseases, known since childhood.

"It won't take long," he mumbled.

In another row away from Class A, a slender girl with expressive, clear aquamarine eyes and marengo hair with curled ends squeezed between the seats of a yellow-lime girl and an indigo girl.

"Hanko, you missed the fight of Kusari-kun and Muju Kuta," resentfully crossed her arms with very bright hair.

"Sorry," the other one crumpled the blue fabric of the sports shirt for a few seconds. "I had to answer the phone. Who won?"

"Muju," the girl with the small wings on her back answered not cheerfully. "He finished the fight quickly."

"That's how... But I won't miss our next fights, I promise."

"And they will win, right?" they playfully pushed her, wiggling their wings. The classmate nodded peacefully.

"Today they will let me enjoy the holiday," she thought frowningly, not referring to her classmates. The team consisted of kind people, except for an evergreen black splinter and a bore in rectangular glasses, but it was part of the duty to communicate with everyone and really enjoy.

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*A few minutes before that.*

"I am Free? No errands from you?" involuntarily she asked with a shaking in her legs.

"You want to watch your friends fight, don't you, Hanko-san?" a venomous voice calmly sounded. "I'm not so cruel as to exhaust subordinates every day who started work for their own purpose," at the end she grinned with an explanatory hiss, which also looked like laughter.

"I'm more tolerant of your antics. When do I need to come to you?"

"Be patient, I won't forget your extra arms and legs," was also answered serenely. "Just don't lose priority on me."

"I have nothing to distrust you with," Hanko clenched her fist harder, remembering the two dead bodies with numerous losses of dark red thick liquid with a sickening smell, and the walls stained with terrible ugliness. "You have given your word about the fulfillment of my dream.

"And we will save it," they said in concert. "Only your time. Remember that we are not so simply obliged to you..."

"I know. I have to spy on the others." Pity pierced the wounded heart, putting the Hero Academy in danger, but if you do not return the lost, which is the most precious, then you will go crazy. Respect for the heroes will forever be lost, as for the lost one, forcing himself to hate him all his life: one hero eight years ago forgot to save her parents, leaving to survive the burden over an almost broken girl. It is good when a psychologist recommends a good activity for distraction and antipsychic drugs, and not forgetting communication with peers.

"Good girl, bye." The beep signaled the end of the conversation. Kudare put down her phone with one sob, imagining the recovery of her parents' bodies from the realm of the dead.

*"Be patient, parents, we will soon live with you as before."*