Uraraka rushed over, her pink costume gleaming despite the tournament's toll. "Midoriya, you've got this! Bakugo's tough, but you're... you're unstoppable!" Her smile was bright, but her eyes held worry-she knew Bakugo's ferocity.
I squeezed her hand, my heart warmed by her support. "Thanks, Uraraka. I'll fight for all of us." Kirishima slapped my back, grinning. "Make it manly, Midoriya! Show him who's boss!" Tsuyu ribbited, "Ribbit, don't let him rile you up. Stay focused." Momo, still shaken from her loss to Bakugo, nodded.
"Your control is inspiring. Win this." Todoroki stood nearby, his heterochromatic eyes calm after his fire breakthrough. "Good luck, Midoriya. You pushed me to grow-do the same for him."
Bakugo stormed into the waiting area, his gauntlets sparking, red eyes blazing. "Deku," he growled, "this is it. No holding back, or I'll kill you."
His words were harsh, but I saw respect buried there-USJ, the Cavalry Battle, my Todoroki win had shifted him. I nodded, Saiyan senses reading his stance: aggressive but precise, no longer the reckless bully. "Let's give them a show, Kacchan."
Present Mic's voice boomed, igniting the crowd: "The grand final of the U.A. Sports Festival! Izuku Midoriya vs. Katsuki Bakugo! Power vs. Explosions-time to go Plus Ultra!"
The stadium shook with cheers, pros like Hawks, Best Jeanist, and Endeavor leaning forward in the VIP boxes. Mirio's grin from the stands was pure encouragement-no suspicion, just third-year pride.
Aizawa, bandaged but stern, watched from the faculty section, his warning from earlier echoing: "Power isn't everything, Midoriya."
We stepped into the arena, the crowd's roar deafening. The floor was patched but uneven, remnants of earlier battles.
Bakugo's gauntlets glowed, sweat glistening-his quirk at peak. My green aura flickered, Saiyan Physiology ready, but I'd keep it controlled-15-20% power, enough to win without crushing him. Midnight cracked her whip. "Begin!"
Bakugo launched instantly, explosions propelling him like a missile. "Die, Deku!" he roared, unleashing a barrage of blasts, fire and smoke scorching the air. The crowd gasped as the arena trembled, but my Saiyan speed-faster than Iida's Engine-dodged effortlessly.
I weaved through, green aura flaring, using Major Telekinesis to hurl a 50kg debris chunk from Dimensional Storage, forcing him to dodge. "Come on, Kacchan! Show me everything!" I shouted, knowing his pride demanded full effort.
He snarled, blasting the debris to ash, then fired a Stun Grenade, a blinding flash meant to disorient. My Enhanced Reflexes countered, eyes adjusting instantly, and I charged, Kinetic Glove amplifying a controlled punch.
Bakugo blocked with his gauntlet, the explosion meeting my fist in a shockwave that cracked the ground. He skidded back, smirking. "Not bad, nerd! Try this!" He propelled upward, spinning into a Howitzer Impact, a massive explosion spiraling toward me like a fiery tornado.
The crowd screamed, but my Saiyan durability laughed at the heat. I leaped through, green aura blazing, telekinetically redirecting the blast's force with a steel plate from storage.
The explosion scattered harmlessly, and I closed in, landing a restrained kick to his side. Bakugo tumbled, rolling to his feet, explosions flaring. "You're pissing me off!"
He unleashed a point-blank blast, the force singeing my costume, but my Broly-level toughness absorbed it-no pain, just pressure.
I pushed harder, Saiyan speed outpacing his propulsion. "You're better than this, Kacchan! Focus!" I taunted, knowing his temper needed tempering. He roared, firing an AP Shot, a piercing explosion aimed at my chest.
I used Combat Instinct, dodging with a sidestep, then telekinetically lifted him-50kg no issue-slamming him back gently. He blasted free, landing with a growl. "Don't toy with me, Deku!"
The arena became a battlefield of fire and force. Bakugo chained explosions, creating a smokescreen, then dove from above, gauntlets unleashing a double blast. I countered with Sonic Disruptor, its high-frequency pulse disorienting him mid-air. He faltered, and I used telekinesis to hurl debris, forcing him to blast it away.
The crowd was on its feet, pros like Hawks scribbling notes. "This kid's unreal," I heard him mutter. Endeavor's glare burned-Bakugo was his agency's pick, but I was stealing the show.
Bakugo's eyes blazed, his control sharper than USJ. He switched tactics, using smaller, precise blasts to maneuver, aiming for my legs to trip me. Analytical Mind predicted his moves-I dodged, landing a telekinetic push that sent him skidding.
"You've grown, Kacchan, but I'm not the old Deku!" I said, green aura surging. He grinned, feral but focused. "Good! I want you at your best!"
He unleashed his gauntlet's full reserve, a massive explosion engulfing the arena, fire licking the stands' barriers. The crowd screamed, but I burst through, Saiyan durability untouched, green aura a blazing shield.
I used Adrenaline Surge, speed doubling, and landed a controlled punch to his chest. Bakugo flew back, cratering the ground, but rolled up, explosions flaring. "Not done yet!" He propelled high, firing a barrage of AP Shots, each piercing like a bullet.
I summoned Weighted Training Bands from storage, strapping them on to test control-still untouchable. Telekinesis redirected his shots, and I closed in, Kinetic Glove amplifying a sweeping kick. Bakugo blocked, but the force sent him spinning.
He countered with a Stun Grenade, blinding light forcing my eyes shut, but Saiyan senses tracked his heat signature. I dodged his follow-up blast, telekinetically pinning his arms briefly. "Fight smarter, Kacchan!" I urged, wanting his growth, not just victory.
Bakugo broke free, explosions surging. "Don't lecture me!" He launched his ultimate move, a Howitzer Impact at point-blank range, the arena shaking like an earthquake.
The blast consumed me, fire and smoke blinding the crowd. I stood firm, green aura flaring like Broly's wrath, Saiyan durability shrugging off the inferno.
I burst forward, telekinetically clearing the smoke, and landed a final, restrained punch-equivalent to 20% Superpower-to his midsection. Bakugo flew out of bounds, crashing hard, gasping.
Midnight declared, "Izuku Midoriya wins the Sports Festival!" The stadium erupted, cheers deafening. Bakugo lay panting, red eyes locked on me, a mix of rage and respect.
I offered a hand, but he slapped it away, standing. "Tch... you're strong, Deku. But I'm coming for you." I smiled, "I'm counting on it, Kacchan."
The awards ceremony followed, the crowd still buzzing. I stood on the first-place podium, Bakugo second, Todoroki third. All Might presented the medals, his grin wide despite steam rising from his form.
"Young Midoriya, your heart and power are heroic! Lead the next generation!" His praise warmed me, but my knowledge caught his weakening state-time was running out for him.
Pros swarmed with internship offers-Hawks, Best Jeanist, even Endeavor, though his offer was curt. Nighteye's agency caught my eye, tying to Mirio, who clapped from the crowd, his support unwavering.
Aizawa approached, bandaged but stern. "You've made a mark, Midoriya." I nodded, the weight of fame sinking in.
Class 1-A celebrated in the locker room. Uraraka hugged me, blushing. "You're our hero, Midoriya!" Kirishima cheered, "Manliest champ ever!" Tsuyu ribbited, "You carried us, ribbit." Momo smiled, "Your victory inspires us." Todoroki nodded, "You pushed us all." Bakugo stayed silent, but his glance held no malice-just a vow to surpass me.
That night, Inko's tears flowed over dinner. "My Izuku, first place..." I hugged her, hiding the All For One memory-he'd stolen my quirk, erased himself as her husband. The League loomed, Shigaraki's USJ escape a shadow. The system flickered, neon interface blazing.
System Notice: Lockdown lifted. Heroic alignment achieved-victory and mentorship noted. One pull granted.
A new pull materialized in Dimensional Storage: Zenkai Boost (Dragon Ball Z, A-Tier)-post-injury power growth. My heart raced-the finals had unlocked the system, and with internships ahead, I'd face new threats. Bakugo, the League, my father's shadow-I'd rise as a hero.