The morning air was crisp as I stood outside U.A., the campus buzzing with anticipation. The Sports Festival was days away, a national stage where heroes-in-training showcased their quirks to the world.
My knowledge painted the stakes vividly: Class 1-A, fresh off the USJ attack, would be under scrutiny, our every move televised to hero agencies and civilians alike. I wasn't the canon Izuku, struggling with a fragile 5% One For All.
Inko's voice pulled me back. "Izuku, you'll do amazing at the festival. Just don't push too hard." Her green hair was tied back, her eyes warm but worried. I hugged her tightly, my heart swelling-she was my anchor, real in a way my past life never was. "I'll be careful, Mom," I said, hiding the Saiyan beast within.
At U.A., Class 1-A gathered in the locker room, hero costumes on.
Uraraka bounced over, her pink suit gleaming. "Midoriya! Ready to shine? Everyone's talking about us after USJ!" Her smile was infectious, but my knowledge caught her underlying nerves-she needed this to impress agencies for her family's sake.
"Yeah, let's make it count," I said, adjusting my Shock-Absorbing Insoles. Kirishima fist-bumped me, his red hair spiked. "You're gonna crush it, man! That USJ fight was unreal." Bakugo scoffed, sparks popping.
"Don't get cocky, Deku. I'm taking first." His glare held a flicker of respect, though-USJ changed things. Todoroki stood silent, his dual-colored eyes unreadable, but I knew his fire-and-ice power was a threat, even if my Saiyan strength outclassed it.
Aizawa, still bandaged from USJ, limped in. "Listen up. The Sports Festival is your shot to prove yourselves. Agencies will scout, and the world's watching. Don't embarrass U.A." His eyes lingered on me, sharp despite his fatigue. Did he suspect my power shift? "Midoriya, keep it controlled."
The bus ride to the stadium was loud-Kaminari joking, Mina dancing, Tsuyu ribbiting about strategy. I sat by Uraraka, her chatter easing my tension.
"What's the first event like?" she asked. "Something physical, maybe a race?"
"Probably," I said, Analytical Mind recalling the canon Obstacle Race. "We'll need speed and strategy. Your Zero Gravity could help us leap obstacles." She grinned, and i felt a pang-her friendship was a lifeline in this real world.
The U.A. Sports Festival stadium loomed, packed with cheering crowds, pro heroes in the stands-Hawks, Best Jeanist, even Endeavor's fiery silhouette. Present Mic's voice boomed: "Welcome to the U.A. Sports Festival! First up, the first-year Obstacle Race! Four kilometers of chaos-let's see these heroes shine!"
We lined up at the starting gate, Class 1-A joined by 1-B, General Studies, and Support students. Shinso, a purple-haired kid from General Studies, caught my eye-his Brainwashing quirk was dangerous, but my Saiyan senses could counter it.
Todoroki stood nearby, ice already frosting his right side. Bakugo's palms sparked, his glare daring anyone to pass him.
The race began with a horn.
Hundreds sprinted through a narrow tunnel, elbows flying. Todoroki unleashed an ice wave, freezing the ground to trap competitors. I surged forward, Saiyan speed outpacing Iida's Engine, green aura flaring as I leaped over the ice.
Bakugo blasted upward, snarling, but I matched him, landing ahead. My knowledge guided me-this was the Obstacle Race's first hurdle: tight quarters, meant to test agility.
Emerging into the open, giant robo-infernos-training bots from the entrance exam-blocked the path. They swung massive arms, but my Saiyan Physiology laughed at them.
I vaulted onto one's arm, strength shattering its metal with a punch. Major Telekinesis lifted another-50kg no issue-tossing it aside. Classmates gaped; Kaminari yelled, "He's a beast!" I stored debris in Dimensional Storage, ready for later.
Uraraka floated over a bot, waving. "Nice one, Midoriya!" I grinned, using telekinesis to hurl a metal plate for her to ride, boosting her speed. Tactical Coordination synced our moves-she floated, I flung. Bakugo blasted through, cursing, but my speed kept me ahead.
The next obstacle: a chasm with rope pillars, "The Fall." Shinso brainwashed stragglers, forcing them to walk off edges-clever. I focused, Saiyan senses dodging his voice, leaping pillar to pillar with ease.
Todoroki's ice bridges helped him, but my raw power let me jump entire gaps, surpassing his precision. Iida rocketed past, but my Saiyan speed overtook him, landing first.
The final stretch: a minefield. Explosive discs littered the ground, glowing pink. Bakugo used explosions to propel himself, Todoroki skating on ice. I ran straight, Saiyan durability shrugging off blasts-each explosion stung, but my Broly-level toughness held.
Enhanced Reflexes dodged the worst, Combat Instinct mapping safe paths. I summoned Weighted Training Bands from Dimensional Storage, strapping them on to test control-still first.
Crowds roared as I neared the finish, Bakugo and Todoroki close behind. A final mine detonated; I used Major Telekinesis to redirect the blast, shielding Uraraka behind me. She cheered, floating to catch up. I crossed the line first, green aura flaring, stadium shaking with cheers. Present Mic screamed, "Izuku Midoriya takes first! What a powerhouse!"
Bakugo landed second, snarling. Todoroki took third, his expression cold but eyes on me. Uraraka finished top ten, beaming. "We did it!" she said, hugging me. My heart skipped-she was more than a manga crush now.
In the waiting area, classmates swarmed. Kirishima punched the air. "You're unreal, man!" Tsuyu ribbited, "That speed was incredible." Even Momo nodded, "Your versatility is unmatched."
Bakugo muttered, "Next round, Deku," but his tone held grudging respect. Shinso watched from afar, calculating-I'd need to counter his quirk later.
Aizawa gathered us. "Good work, but it's not over. Next is the Cavalry Battle. Teams of two to four, carrying a rider to grab headbands worth points based on race placement. Midoriya, you're worth ten million." The class gasped-my first place made me the target.
I teamed with Uraraka, Kirishima, and Tsuyu-perfect synergy. Uraraka's gravity, Kirishima's defense, Tsuyu's mobility, my power. We strategized: I'd lead with Saiyan strength, telekinesis for defense, Uraraka floating us for speed.
Bakugo formed a team with Sero, Mina, and Kaminari, his eyes promising war. Todoroki picked Iida, and Yaoyorozu, a powerhouse unit.
The Cavalry Battle began, teams charging. Bakugo's team rocketed at us, explosions blazing. I carried our headband, Saiyan durability tanking his blasts.
"Not enough, Kacchan!" I taunted, telekinetically hurling debris to block him. Uraraka floated us, dodging Sero's tape. Kirishima hardened, shielding Tsuyu's tongue-lash grabs.
Todoroki's team advanced, ice walls rising. I punched through with Saiyan strength, green aura shattering barriers. Momo's cannons fired; I redirected them with telekinesis. Shinso's team tried brainwashing, but my Saiyan senses blocked his voice, Adrenaline Surge pushing my focus. We grabbed headbands, climbing points, my team untouchable.
As the round ended, we held top points, advancing to the one-on-one tournament. Crowds roared, pros like Hawks whispering my name. Mirio watched from the stands, his grin hiding something. The system's lockdown held-no new pulls-but Saiyan Physiology made me a legend.
That night, Inko hugged me, tears in her eyes. "You're my hero, Izuku." I smiled, hiding the primal power within. The festival's battles loomed, and with Broly's strength, I'd show the world what a hero could do.