Uraraka burst into the locker room, her pink costume scuffed but her smile bright. "Midoriya! The brackets are up! You're against Tetsutetsu from 1-B first!" Her excitement was infectious, but my knowledge caught her nerves-she wanted to shine for her family.
I grinned, "You've got this too, Uraraka. Let's make Class 1-A proud." She blushed, nodding. "With you leading, we will!"
Kirishima slapped my back, his red hair spiked. "Man, you're a beast! Tetsutetsu's tough, but no match for you!" Tsuyu ribbited nearby, "You're carrying us, Midoriya. Don't burn out."
Bakugo stormed past, sparks popping. "Don't screw up, Deku. I'm crushing you later." His growl held grudging respect-USJ and the Cavalry Battle had shifted him. Todoroki stood quietly, his dual-colored eyes on the bracket screen, ice frosting his shoulder. "Good luck," he said, voice low but sincere. My Saiyan edge outclassed them all, but their trust fueled me.
Present Mic's voice boomed outside: "Welcome to the One-on-One Tournament! First-years, show the world your Plus Ultra!" The crowd roared as we filed into the arena, brackets glowing on a massive screen. My match was later; first up were others: Bakugo vs. Monoma (1-B), Todoroki vs. Sero, Uraraka vs. Mina.
I settled in the stands with Class 1-A, my Saiyan senses catching every detail-Kaminari's nervous sparks, Momo's strategic notes, Iida's rigid focus.
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Bakugo vs. Monoma: The arena shook as Bakugo charged, explosions blazing. Monoma, a smirking 1-B student with Copy, taunted, "Your quirk's predictable!" He mimicked Bakugo's Explosion, firing a weaker blast. Bakugo snarled, dodging with agility honed from USJ, then unleashed a Howitzer Impact, the spinning blast cratering the arena. Monoma tried copying another quirk-Kendo's Big Fist-but Bakugo's raw power overwhelmed him, blasting him out of bounds. "Stay down, copycat!" he roared. Present Mic shouted, "Bakugo advances! Explosive dominance!" The crowd cheered, but I noted Bakugo's precision-my Saiyan strength could still crush him.
Todoroki vs. Sero: Todoroki stepped into the ring, ice surging instantly, freezing Sero's tape mid-swing. Sero countered, swinging from a ceiling beam, but Todoroki's ice wall trapped him, forcing a surrender. No fire used-his rejection of Endeavor's quirk was clear. "Todoroki advances!" Mic called. I analyzed: his ice was fast, but my Saiyan speed and telekinesis would shatter it. Todoroki glanced at me, his expression unreadable but curious.
Uraraka vs. Mina: Uraraka's determination shone, floating debris to create a meteor shower-a canon-inspired tactic. Mina danced through with acid sprays, melting some rocks, but Uraraka's Zero Gravity let her dodge, touching Mina to float her out of bounds. "Uraraka wins!" Mic bellowed. She collapsed, panting, but smiled at me from the ring. My heart swelled-she was growing, and I'd help her shine.
Between matches, I slipped away to a training room, using Dimension Create to enter the void. For what felt like hours, I tested Saiyan Physiology: punches split the air, green aura blazing like Broly's rage.
I lifted 50kg weights with telekinesis, Kinetic Glove amplifying mock strikes. Combat Instinct simulated Tetsutetsu's steel quirk-durable but slow. I practiced restraint, avoiding Broly's berserk edge.
Emerging after two seconds, I was sweat-soaked but ready. The Dragon Ball Super ticket pulsed in Dimensional Storage-tempting, but too risky before my match.
Back in the stands, Kirishima nudged me. "Your turn soon, man! Tetsutetsu's like me, but steel. You got this!" I nodded, Energy Efficiency keeping me fresh. Aizawa watched from the faculty section, his bandaged face stern. "Midoriya, don't overdo it," he'd warned earlier.
His scrutiny stung, but Mirio's grin from the crowd was pure support-no suspicion, just a third-year cheering a rising star. The system's mask held.
Present Mic's voice cut through: "Next up, Izuku Midoriya vs. Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu from Class 1-B! Let's see some steel-crushing action!" The crowd roared as I stepped into the arena, Tetsutetsu's silver form gleaming opposite me. "You're strong, Midoriya, but my steel's unbreakable!" he shouted, fists clanging.
Midnight cracked her whip. "Begin!" Tetsutetsu charged, his steel skin gleaming, aiming a heavy punch. My Saiyan speed-faster than Iida's Engine-dodged effortlessly, green aura flaring.
I used minimal strength, equivalent to 10% of my old Superpower, landing a controlled jab. He staggered, steel denting slightly. "What?!" he gasped.
I didn't want to humiliate him. Major Telekinesis activated, lifting him gently-50kg no issue-and pinning him out of bounds. The crowd erupted, pros like Hawks scribbling notes.
"Midoriya wins in seconds!" Mic screamed. Tetsutetsu stood, grinning despite defeat. "You're insane, man! Good luck!" I bowed, my Saiyan restraint earning his respect.
Back in the stands, Class 1-A swarmed. "That was over so fast!" Kaminari sparked. Mina danced, "Green Spark strikes again!" Uraraka hugged me, blushing. "You made it look easy!"
Bakugo scoffed, "Wait till you face me, Deku." Todoroki nodded, "Impressive control." I marveled-these bonds were real, stronger than any manga.
The brackets updated: my next match was against Kirishima in round two. Tough but fair-his Hardening was strong, but my Saiyan power outclassed it. Other matches loomed: Todoroki vs. a 1-B student, Bakugo vs. Uraraka (a canon clash I dreaded for her).
I strategized with Analytical Mind: Kirishima's durability required precision, not brute force. I'd use telekinesis and Sonic Disruptor to disorient, saving strength for bigger fights.
In the break, I found a quiet corner, reflecting on USJ. My 30% push had nearly broken me, but Saiyan Physiology felt limitless-no pain, just power. Pros watched closely-Endeavor's fiery glare, Hawks' keen eyes.
Their interest meant internships, but also pressure. The League of Villains, lurking after their USJ retreat, might be watching too. Shigaraki's escape haunted me-would he target me?
Inko's face flashed in my mind, her pride from last night's dinner grounding me. "You're my hero, Izuku," she'd said. I clutched a Senzu Bean in Dimensional Storage, ready if needed. The system flickered, a faint neon pulse.
System Notice: Lockdown holding. Heroic alignment nearing threshold-restraint noted. Reactivation pending.
My pulse quickened. Restraint-my choice not to crush Tetsutetsu-was pushing the system's "alignment." The tournament's next rounds loomed: Kirishima, then maybe Todoroki or Bakugo. With Saiyan Physiology, I'd dominate, but I'd do it as a hero, not a beast.
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Timeskip & Summary on who is fighting who in future chapters:
1. Izuku Midoriya vs. Eijiro Kirishima
2. Katsuki Bakugo vs. Ochaco Uraraka
3. Shoto Todoroki vs. Itsuka Kendo (Class 1-B)
4. Hitoshi Shinso vs. Momo Yaoyorozu