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Yana hugged Momo tightly, her excitement spilling over. "I knew my baby can do it….!"
While mother and daughter celebrated together, Takashi Yaoyorozu, Momo's father, stood at the back of the room, his arms crossed and a more reserved expression on his face. He had watched the entire match intently but hadn't shown the same level of enthusiasm.
Yana noticed his silence and called out to him. "Takashi, aren't you proud? Look at how well he did!"
Takashi gave a slow nod, his face still neutral. "He did well," he admitted, his voice calm. "But there's still much ahead. This is only one test. We'll see how he handles the final round."
Yana sighed, knowing her husband's more stoic nature, and turned back to Momo. "Well, we're proud of him! I know he'll go far."
Momo nodded, silently agreeing, feeling a mix of happiness and anticipation for what awaited for her brother in the next rounds.
Present Mic said, "Isn't it more exciting? Itachi, the silent one, is Keigo, the bird, came in the last or final round," and Aizawa nodded with a smile, saying, "My favorite student."
In the audience, Itachi and Keigo's classmates were seated together, eagerly discussing the upcoming showdown between the two. The excitement was palpable, with everyone offering their predictions on who would come out on top.
Rumi leaned back in her chair, her usual confident smirk plastered on her face. "Itachi's got this. He's got more battle IQ, and he doesn't rely on flashy moves—he's precise. Keigo's fast, but Itachi can predict movements."
Yu Takeyama, her arms crossed, nodded thoughtfully. "True, but don't underestimate Keigo. His speed is a serious advantage. If he plays it smart, he can keep Itachi on his toes."
Ryuko, sitting beside them, chimed in. "It's not just about speed. Keigo's control over his feathers gives him a lot of flexibility. If Itachi doesn't expect the right move, Keigo could take it."
Anan, who had been quietly observing the conversation, spoke up with a shy smile. "I think both of them are incredible. It's going to be a close match, but maybe Keigo's aerial advantage will give him an edge."
Tensei Ida was more analytical. "Itachi's calm demeanor and strategic mind are what make him dangerous. But Keigo's improvisational style might catch him off guard. I'd say it's fifty-fifty."
Kaoruko Awata playfully tossed her hair. "Keigo's good at playing around, but Itachi's more focused. I'm betting on Itachi, hands down."
Moe Kamiji, leaning forward with enthusiasm, added her thoughts. "Keigo has the charisma, but Itachi's intensity... you can't mess with that. He's always thinking three steps ahead. I'm putting my money on him."
Masaki Mizushima, typically quieter, finally weighed in. "I don't know. Keigo's unpredictable, and Itachi can only adapt so much. If Keigo plays his cards right, he could surprise us all."
As the group debated, the excitement in the air grew. With both Itachi and Keigo being incredibly skilled, no one could predict the outcome with certainty. But one thing was clear: the match would be a spectacle no one would want to miss.
There was one more person in the stands, sitting with a soft blush on her cheeks and a glimmer of pride in her eyes. "My Itachi is so strong..." she whispered, her voice barely audible, as if speaking the words out loud would make her feelings too obvious.
Her heart raced as she realized what she had just said. My Itachi... Heat rushed to her face, and she quickly covered it with her hands, trying to hide the embarrassment that overwhelmed her. How could I say that out loud? she thought, mortified, sneaking a glance at him through her fingers.
Her eyes softened as she gazed at him, a warmth spreading through her chest. He'll be working with me soon... The thought sent her heart fluttering again, and she blushed even deeper, biting her lip to stop the smile creeping onto her face. This is so embarrassing... but I can't help it... She stole another look at him, unable to hide the affection in her eyes.
Beside her, a fellow audience member leaned in, concern etched on his face. "Ahh, Lady Nagant, are you okay?"
She turned to him, surprise flickering across her features, and her cheeks flushed slightly. Quickly composing herself, she adopted a more serious expression. "I'm fine," she replied, her tone steady.
Yet, as her gaze shifted back to the stadium, anticipation danced in her eyes. The energy of the crowd buzzed around her, mirroring the excitement she felt within. She couldn't help but feel a mix of anxiety and eagerness for the match ahead. The tension in the air was electric, and she leaned forward slightly, her attention fully captivated by the unfolding events.
After a while, Midnight stood before the crowd and announced with excitement, "This is the final round: Itachi, Yaoyorozu, and Keigo Takami!" As the two stepped onto the stage, they exchanged confident smirks.
"All the best," Itachi said calmly.
Keigo returned the gesture, replying, "All the best to you too. Besides… I know more about you than you think."
Itachi raised an eyebrow but nodded. Keigo's gaze grew serious. "And I know you'll hold back. But I don't want that. I want you to go all out."
Itachi looked at him again, sensing the weight behind his words. Keigo continued, "If I win without you using your full power, I'll never know how far apart our levels truly are."
There was a brief silence between them as Itachi absorbed Keigo's words. Then, with a steady nod, he acknowledged his rival's request. Keigo's lips curled into a smirk, and their intense exchange was cut short by Midnight, who had been watching them closely.
With a smirk of her own, Midnight purred, "Watching you two... makes me feel wet."
Both Itachi and Keigo flinched, clearly taken aback by her comment.
In the audience, Yana's eyes widened in shock. She clenched her fists, quickly covering Momo's ears, and muttered under her breath, "I have to keep my baby away from her..." A protective fire burned in her eyes, while Takashi, sitting beside her, simply cleaned his ears, pretending not to hear.
"Mother, I heard that..." Momo said, her voice cutting through the tension.
On the other side of the arena, Lady Nagant, who had been quietly sipping her drink, suddenly choked at Midnight's words. She sputtered, spraying her drink all over her nearby comrades. Orco, sitting next to her, immediately rushed over in concern.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice full of worry.
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