The roar of the U.A. Sports Festival stadium vibrated through my bones, the crowd's cheers a tidal wave of sound as I stood on the packed dirt of the arena, my hero costume slightly scuffed from the Obstacle Race.
My team-Uraraka, Kirishima, and Tsuyu-stood ready beside me, our headband gleaming with my ten-million-point value. Uraraka's Zero Gravity could make us weightless, Kirishima's Hardening would tank hits, and Tsuyu's Frog quirk offered mobility.
My Saiyan Physiology and telekinesis would handle offense, with Tactical Coordination syncing our moves. Across the arena, rival teams glared: Bakugo with Sero, Mina, and Kaminari, his palms sparking with explosive intent; Todoroki with Momo, & Iida, his ice already frosting the ground; and Shinso from General Studies, his purple hair and sly grin marking his Brainwashing quirk as a wildcard.
Aizawa's bandaged voice echoed through the speakers, courtesy of Present Mic: "Cavalry Battle! Steal headbands, protect your points! Top four teams advance! Begin!"
The horn blared, and chaos erupted. Teams charged, headbands flashing like beacons. Bakugo's team rocketed toward us, his explosions propelling them in a fiery arc. "You're mine, Deku!" he roared, palm blasts scorching the air.
I grinned, Saiyan speed kicking in-faster than Iida, smoother than Sero's tape. "Uraraka, float us!" I called. She touched our team, negating gravity, and we lifted off, my telekinesis stabilizing our formation.
Kirishima hardened, bracing for impact, while Tsuyu's tongue lashed out, snagging a low-point headband from a Class 1-B team.
Bakugo closed in, his gauntlets glowing.
"Eat this!" A massive explosion detonated, heat singeing my costume. Saiyan durability shrugged it off-Broly's toughness laughed at Bakugo's strongest blasts.
I used Major Telekinesis, yanking a 50kg chunk of rubble from the Obstacle Race debris in Dimensional Storage, hurling it to block his path. The blast scattered harmlessly, and Sero's tape missed as I dodged with Enhanced Reflexes. "Keep moving!" I shouted, our team gliding over the arena, Uraraka's quirk making us untouchable.
Todoroki's team advanced, ice walls rising like glaciers. "Stay focused," he said, his voice cold, Momo creating a shield to block attacks. Iida's Engine roared, propelling them toward us.
My Analytical Mind calculated: ice for defense, Iida for speed, Momo's creations for offense. Dangerous, but not enough. I summoned the Kinetic Glove, landing a controlled punch on Todoroki's ice-crack. It shattered, my Saiyan strength surpassing his quirk's output.
Tsuyu grabbed another headband, boosting our points. "Ribbit, nice one, Midoriya!"
Shinso's team crept closer, his voice low but clear. "Hey, ten-million, what's your strategy?" Brainwashing bait. My Saiyan senses-heightened beyond human-caught the hypnotic pull, but Combat Instinct shut it down.
I ignored him, telekinetically shoving his team back, their rider stumbling. "Nice try," I muttered, focusing on defense.
The arena was a storm of quirks: Mina's acid melted obstacles, Kaminari's electricity sparked wildly, a 1-B student's vine quirk tangled teams.
My team danced through, Uraraka's floats dodging vines, Kirishima tanking a stray blast. I used Dimension Create, slipping into the void for what felt like hours to strategize-simulating Bakugo's blasts, Todoroki's ice, Shinso's voice.
Emerging after two seconds, I adjusted: "Uraraka, float that debris!" She touched a pile, and I telekinetically launched it, scattering a 1-B team's formation.
Bakugo wasn't done. "You think you're better?!" he roared, launching a Howitzer Impact, a spinning explosion that shook the arena. The crowd gasped; pros like Hawks leaned forward.
I braced, Saiyan durability absorbing the shockwave, green aura flaring. "Kirishima, shield!" He hardened, protecting Tsuyu and Uraraka as I countered, telekinetically redirecting the blast's heat with a steel plate from storage. Bakugo's team faltered, and Tsuyu snagged their headband-a million points added.
Todoroki's team regrouped, Momo crafting a net launcher. Iida charged, speed rivaling mine-almost. I pushed Saiyan Physiology to a burst of speed, outpacing him, and used the Sonic Disruptor.
Its high-frequency pulse stunned Iida momentarily, letting Tsuyu grab their headband. Todoroki's eyes narrowed, ice surging, but my telekinesis shattered it again, my strength overwhelming his control. "You're strong," he said, a rare acknowledgment.
Shinso's team made a final play, his voice targeting Kirishima. "Answer me, redhead-what's your quirk?" Kirishima said "well it's" then he froze, eyes blank. My Saiyan senses caught it; I tackled him, breaking the trance.
"Stay sharp!" I ordered, telekinetically pinning Shinso's rider. They retreated, out of points.
The timer ticked-five minutes left. Teams scrambled, headbands swapping fast. A 1-B team with a steel-skinned rider charged us, but my Saiyan punch, amplified by Kinetic Glove, sent them skidding-non-lethal, controlled.
Uraraka floated us higher, dodging a vine attack. "Midoriya, you're amazing!" she said, blushing. My heart skipped, her charm now a real bond.
Bakugo's team made a last-ditch assault, Sero's tape wrapping our formation. I broke free with Saiyan strength, telekinetically cutting the tape.
Mina's acid sprayed; I summoned Weighted Training Bands, tanking it with durability, then hurled a debris storm to push them back. Bakugo's final explosion grazed me-painless, my Broly-level toughness unmatched. We held our headbands, points soaring.
The horn blared, ending the round. Present Mic's voice boomed: "Team Midoriya takes first! Ten million points secured, plus more! Advancing with Teams Todoroki, Bakugo, and Shinso!" The crowd erupted, my team collapsing in a heap, panting but grinning.
Uraraka hugged me, her warmth grounding me. "We did it!" Kirishima fist-bumped me. "Manly teamwork!" Tsuyu ribbited, "You carried us, Midoriya."
Bakugo stormed over, sparks popping. "This ain't over, Deku. Tournament's mine." His eyes burned, but I saw respect buried there-USJ and now this had shifted him.
Todoroki approached, ice melting from his shoulder. "Your power's... unique. I'll face you next round." His tone was calm, but his fire side flickered, hinting at growth. Shinso lingered at the edge, smirking-I'd need to watch him.
In the stands, pros whispered. Hawks, his wings folded, muttered to Best Jeanist, "Kid's a monster. Where'd he come from?"
Endeavor's fiery glare locked on me, unsettling. Mirio watched too, his grin friendly but eyes probing. My Saiyan Physiology masked Superpower's origins, but his One For All made me wary.
Aizawa gathered us, his bandages stark against his tired face. "Good work. Tournament's next-one-on-one battles. Brackets posted tonight. Rest, prepare." His gaze lingered on me, sharp.
"Midoriya, don't let fame blind you." I nodded, but his suspicion stung.
In the locker room, Class 1-A buzzed. Kaminari sparked, "Midoriya, you're a legend!" Mina danced, "Green Spark for the win!" Momo adjusted her costume, nodding.
"Your strategy was flawless." Even Iida bowed, "Your leadership was exemplary!" Uraraka stayed close, her smile soft. "You make us better, Midoriya." I marveled-these weren't manga panels; they were my family.
That evening, I trained in my room, using Dimension Create to enter the void. For "hours," I tested Saiyan Physiology: punches that cracked air, leaps that shook the ground, telekinesis juggling 50kg weights effortlessly.
Energy Efficiency kept stamina high, Analytical Mind planning tournament matchups-Bakugo's aggression, Todoroki's dual quirks, Shinso's trap.
I emerged after two seconds, body humming, green aura steady. The Dragon Ball Super ticket sat heavy in Dimensional Storage-tempting, but too risky before the tournament.
Inko greeted me with dinner, her eyes bright. "You're everywhere on TV, Izuku! I'm so proud." I hugged her, hiding the beast within. "Thanks, Mom. I'll keep going." Her love grounded me, a reminder of why I fought-not just power, but protection.
The system flickered, a glitchy neon pulse.
System Notice: Lockdown holding. Heroic alignment progressing-teamwork noted. Reactivation pending.
My heart raced. Teamwork-my bond with Uraraka, Kirishima, Tsuyu-was pushing the system's "alignment." The tournament loomed, my Saiyan Physiology ready to dominate. Bakugo, Todoroki, the world-they'd see what a hero could do.