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Lady Nagant waved him off, still coughing slightly before regaining her composure. "I'm fine..." she muttered, wiping her mouth. But inside, her protective instincts flared. I have to keep Itachi far away from that woman... she thought, her mind filled with determination. You foul creature...
Back in the ring, Midnight, with a dangerously playful smirk, leaned forward and declared, "Now, let the fight begin!" Her tone oozed with excitement, though her earlier comment still lingered uncomfortably in the air.
Commentary will be ]
The audience will be ()
[Commentary Booth]
[Present Mic was buzzing with excitement as he leaned forward, almost shouting into the microphone. "The moment we've all been waiting for is finally here! The final battle between the silent but deadly Itachi Yaoyorozu and the fierce bird boy, Keigo Takami! Aizawa, are you pumped?"
Aizawa, in contrast, sighed and responded in his usual laid-back tone, "They're both strong. That's all that matters."
Present Mic groaned, shaking his head. "No enthusiasm at all! But hey, folks, this fight will decide the winner of the UA Sports Festival! So, let's get ready for one heck of a battle!"]
[On the Field]
Itachi and Keigo stood in their ready stances, eyes locked. The air around them grew tense, the stadium falling silent in anticipation. Only Present Mic's voice filled the air as he built up the mood, narrating every moment with flair.
Midnight, standing between the two competitors, raised her hand high, her ever-seductive smile present. "Are you both ready?" she asked in a sultry tone, though her demeanor was ignored by both Itachi and Keigo, their focus entirely on each other.
They both gave a nod, their minds already in battle mode. Itachi's Sharingan spun into life, his crimson eyes observing every movement with precision. Keigo, knowing better than to look directly into his eyes, maintained his focus, wings twitching, ready to strike.
With a smirk, Midnight yelled, "Fight!" and lowered her hand.
In an instant, Keigo launched himself forward with incredible speed, rushing toward Itachi with his wings propelling him through the air. Itachi leaned back swiftly, dodging Keigo's first strike. Keigo followed up mid-air, delivering a powerful kick aimed at Itachi's head, but Itachi blocked it effortlessly with his forearm before throwing Keigo back.
[Commentary Booth]
["Woah! And they're off!" Present Mic's voice rang out. "Yaoyorozu's on the defensive, but man, does he know how to dodge and block! What do you think, Aizawa?"
Aizawa, watching keenly, nodded slightly. "By dodging and conserving energy, Itachi's waiting for the right moment to strike. Keigo's attacks are fierce, but Itachi's calculating every move."
Present Mic added with excitement, "It's clear they know each other well. Neither one's making it easy for the other!"]
[Back on the Field]
The battle continued, tension mounting with every strike and counter. Itachi suddenly charged forward, but Keigo was quick to react, flapping his wings and soaring into the sky. From above, Keigo released a flurry of razor-sharp feathers, scattering them across the battlefield.
Itachi's Sharingan spun faster, tracking every feather with terrifying precision. His eyes flickered from one to the next, calculating their trajectory. He sprinted forward, the feathers following him like homing missiles. Without breaking stride, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a kunai. In a blur of motion, he began deflecting the feathers with perfect timing, each block precise and efficient.
Keigo watched from above, his sharp eyes taking in Itachi's every movement. "He's not just fast... he's reading everything," Keigo thought, tightening his grip on his wings, ready to send another wave of attacks.
(The audience was buzzing with excitement and awe. "Did you see that speed?" one person exclaimed. "There were, like, 30 or 40 feathers coming at him, and he blocked all of them with a kunai!" another voice chimed in. "Such insane reflexes…")
Meanwhile, on the battlefield, Keigo narrowed his eyes, realizing what Itachi was up to. He folded his wings slightly, plucking a feather from one and rushing forward again, engaging Itachi in close-quarters combat. As their hands and feet clashed, Keigo couldn't help but smirk, thinking, This is fun!
Just as Keigo swung a feather sword toward Itachi's gut, his expression changed in an instant. The Itachi in front of him shattered into crows, vanishing completely. Keigo's eyes widened as he spotted the real Itachi standing further away, calm and composed.
"I saw it," Keigo muttered, impressed but trying to mask it with a smirk. "You casted that illusion in just a second… you sneaky bastard."
Itachi's lips curled into a small smile, his Sharingan gleaming. "Are you having fun?" he asked, before rushing toward Keigo once again.
(The audience, confused at first, whispered among themselves. "Did he miss?" one person asked, trying to make sense of Itachi's earlier move. Another, with a more serious expression, shook their head. "No… It was an illusion."
The crowd gasped, eyes widening as they looked on in awe. "An illusion?" someone repeated, disbelief evident in their tone.
Suddenly, the audience's attention turned toward a man seated in the stands. "That was Nighteye," one person whispered.
Sitting tall and composed, Sir Nighteye smirked knowingly, his sharp, lean features standing out in the crowd. His dark green hair, sleek and parted to the side, gleamed under the stadium lights, while his yellow streaks matched the rims of his triangular glasses. His piercing, bright yellow eyes reflected the battlefield below. He gave a slight nod, confirming what the others had guessed.
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