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The morning sun barely rose above the stadium when the front gates of U.A. High School were already drowning in reporters, their flashing cameras and persistent mics pushing against metal barricades as though sheer will alone could break them through.
Yaoyorozu Momo, walking beside Uchiha Madara, winced at the media chaos. "They're already this intense, and the festival hasn't even started..." she muttered, tugging her coat tighter around her. "This is worse than I expected."
"Hm," Madara responded simply, his gaze passing over the crowd, unbothered.
The moment a few sharp-eyed reporters spotted them—especially him—Momo reacted fast. "We're being noticed. Come on!" She grabbed his arm, conjuring a long coat from her creation quirk and tossed it over both of them like a makeshift cloak.
Uchiha Madara chuckled softly under his breath. They slipped in through the side gate just as the crowd began calling out his name, safely vanishing behind school walls before the press could pounce.
Inside U.A., the atmosphere was vibrant and chaotic. Mobile stalls lined the outer fields, packed with colorful signs and smells of grilled food. The entire campus buzzed with excitement. The Hero Sports Festival was more than just a school event—it was a national phenomenon. Parents, Pro Heroes, talent scouts, and even international observers filled the bleachers, all waiting to witness the next generation of heroes take center stage.
Though typically, the 3rd-year division stole the spotlight, this year was different. The first-year Hero Course—Class 1-A in particular—had survived a villain attack just weeks ago. That notoriety had turned into curiosity. The crowd wanted to see what made these students different. What gave them the edge to survive?
In the staff observation box, Mt. Lady snacked on takoyaki while peering over the railing. "Huh? Isn't that the kid from the sludge villain incident?" she asked with her mouth half full, pointing with a stick. "The one that roasted those guys like marshmallows?"
"Yeah," grunted Death Red Fist, standing beside her, arms crossed. His face was unreadable, but his eyes hadn't left Madara for a second. "He made it into U.A. after all..."
Kamui Woods said nothing, but his wooden limbs creaked slightly. Even he could sense the strange weight in the air whenever that boy was involved.
Meanwhile, in the Class 1-A locker room, nerves ran high.
Ashido Mina stretched dramatically. "Ugh, I wish we could wear our hero costumes. This uniform's just... meh."
"It's regulation," Ojiro responded calmly, adjusting his shoes. "Besides, it keeps the playing field even."
"Not fair," Ashido pouted. "I had acid-resistant boots!"
While the others chatted nervously, Uchiha Madara was buttoning up his uniform in the corner, unusually quiet. His eyes gleamed a deep crimson for a brief moment before returning to their usual darkness. He caught his reflection in the locker mirror. Plain clothes didn't suit him.
He missed his armor.
"This suit is kind of ugly," Yaoyorozu muttered beside him. She was trying not to fidget but failing. "I designed my hero costume with function and flair in mind. This? It's just—blegh."
Madara raised a brow at her. "You'll shine anyway," he said flatly, turning away.
Just then, Iida burst in like a freight train. "Class 1-A!" he barked with his usual intensity. "Are you ready to show U.A. what we're made of?!"
He didn't wait for a reply before marching off again.
Midoriya sat quietly near the back, bouncing his knee and taking sharp breaths. "Calm down, Izuku," he muttered to himself. "Just another obstacle... just another exam... with thousands of people watching…"
"First-year division, students enter the field!"
The moment of truth had come.
Led by Iida, Class 1-A emerged from the tunnel into the bright, echoing stadium. Tens of thousands of fans erupted into applause.
"This... this is insane," Kaminari whispered, shielding his eyes from the sun.
"Don't freeze up now," Kirishima said, grinning. "This is what we trained for!"
Bakugo Katsuki walked confidently with his hands jammed into his pockets, scowling at the noise. "Tch. I'll blast my way to the top and shut 'em all up."
Uchiha Madara walked near the center of the group, completely calm. His expression unreadable, his steps measured. But deep inside—he was finally letting go of restraint. He'd been holding back since the day he entered this world. For once, he was curious. Curious what would happen if he stopped holding back—even just a little.
This sports festival... might be fun.
Up above, Midnight stepped onto the stage platform with a microphone in hand and a dangerous smile.
"Time to begin! Contestants, please take your places!" she purred. "But before that—our opening ceremony wouldn't be complete without a pledge from the player representative!"
A murmur spread through the crowd. "Who's it gonna be?"
"Uchiha Madara from Class 1-A!" Midnight called out.
A mix of gasps and whispers rippled through the students. Even some Pro Heroes leaned forward.
"Him?" murmured a support student.
"Wasn't he the one who—"
"It's because he got first in the entrance exam," someone explained.
Uchiha Madara stepped up to the podium, his presence alone making the crowd quiet.
He leaned slightly toward the microphone. "Let's work hard," he said simply. "That's it."
Silence.
"Uh... that's all?" Present Mic chuckled awkwardly into his commentator mic.
"That's it," Aizawa said dryly.
Yaoyorozu blinked from the crowd. "What's gotten into him?"
"Dunno," Uraraka said, half-smiling. "Maybe he's shy?"
Midnight grinned wider. "Let's get this rolling! The first event will decide everything!"
The big screen flashed behind her, spinning rapidly through events before landing on one.
"Obstacle Race!" she announced. "All students from all departments—Hero, Support, General, Management—will run the same 4-kilometer track. The rules? Simple. Make it to the finish by any means necessary—as long as you stay on the track!"
The students lined up at the narrow start gate. Only about eight people could fit through at once.
Everyone readied their stances. Yaoyorozu formed a makeshift pole to vault forward. Iida adjusted his glasses. Todoroki's hand hovered near the ground.
"START!"
The gunshot popped. Chaos followed.
Hundreds of students surged forward, cramming into the gate and jamming it entirely. The strongest shoved their way through while the more cautious backed off.
Madara didn't move.
He stood a few feet back, watching calmly.
"Uh... is that Class 1-A's Madara?" Present Mic said, squinting. "Why isn't he moving?"
Aizawa watched quietly from the staff booth. "He's waiting."
Waiting for what?
Madara exhaled, lowered his stance slightly, and focused chakra into his feet.
Then he moved.
In a blink, he vanished from sight, bouncing off the wall like a shadow and reappearing just past the gate, already ahead of most students.
"What the hell?!" Bakugo roared, having just launched himself into the air with his explosions. "You—how'd you—?!"
Madara didn't answer.
Behind him, the air dropped in temperature—Todoroki had touched down, his ice sliding him along the track. The first fork in the path lay ahead.
And waiting there—were dozens of massive robots.
Zero-point enemies. The same ones used during the entrance exam. Towering, heavy, and nearly indestructible.
Students skidded to a halt. Gasps echoed. No one wanted to be the first to charge in.
"This... this is robot hell!" Present Mic's voice rang across the stadium. "A brutal start for the first event!"
Todoroki narrowed his eyes. "So that's what they look like."
Katsuki grinned manically. "Tch, perfect warm-up!"
But before either of them could make a move, Madara stepped forward.
He formed a series of rapid hand signs. His speed was unnatural—like he'd practiced this for years.
The moment the final seal was made, he exhaled deeply.
"Katon: Gōka Mekkyaku!" (Fire Style: Majestic Destroyer Flame)
A scorching wall of fire erupted from his mouth, sweeping forward with terrifying force. The massive wave of flame surged over the battlefield like a tsunami of heat, consuming the front line of robots in a single sweep.
Explosions rocked the stadium. Smoke billowed. The robots fell like giants struck by divine punishment.
The stunned silence that followed was deafening.
Up in the stands, a stunned Pro Hero dropped his coffee. "What... what kind of Quirk is that?"
Death Red Fist narrowed his eyes. "That wasn't a Quirk... That was something else."
Shoto Todoroki lowered his hand, cold breath fogging the air. "Fire, huh?" he muttered.
Bakugo clenched his fists, his expression twitching somewhere between awe and outrage. "You bastard…"
The crowd remained frozen—until Present Mic finally shouted:
"WHAT A START! Class 1-A's Madara just cleared robot hell like it was nothing! What a monster!"
And with the battlefield cleared, Madara didn't even look back.
He simply walked forward, like fire wasn't still burning behind him.
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