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"He… he's already inside Keigo's mind. That's the power of Itachi Yaoyorozu," Nighteye mused quietly, his smirk widening.)
[Mic watched the ongoing fight with mounting confusion. "What's going on?! Did Keigo Takami get tired or something? He's swinging his sword at thin air!" he exclaimed. Aizawa, observing with his usual calm demeanor, explained, "That's because Yaoyorozu cast an illusion."
Mic's excitement surged as he turned to the audience, "You hear that, folks? Aizawa's just revealed the secret we've all been waiting for!" The crowd murmured in awe, the realization sinking in.]
Meanwhile, on the battlefield, Itachi rushed toward Keigo with a kunai in hand. Keigo braced himself, blocking the incoming attack, but Itachi swiftly followed up with a powerful kick to Keigo's face. The blow knocked Keigo back, his expression momentarily dazed.
Stumbling, Keigo instinctively flew up, putting distance between them. He touched his cheek and winced, "That hurt…" he muttered, sighing. But his focus quickly snapped back as he noticed a kunai speeding toward him. He dodged it at the last second, eyes wide as he saw Itachi below, standing calmly.
Without hesitation, Itachi threw three more kunai in quick succession. Keigo dodged the first one easily, but as the second kunai hit the first in mid-air, it changed direction, veering toward him. "What?!" Keigo's eyes widened as he narrowly dodged the redirected kunai, though it scraped his leg, leaving a small cut. He landed back on the ground, momentarily shaken.
Midnight, watching intently from the sidelines, called out, "Takami, are you alright?"
Keigo, touching the scratch on his leg, gave a small grin and replied, "I'm fine, I can still fight."
Midnight nodded, her eyes glimmering with interest.
(In the audience, the pro-heroes were left in awe. The sheer precision of Itachi's kunai throws had them all stunned. Every move seemed calculated, every attack perfectly placed.
Among them, Lady Nagant—Kaina Tsutsumi—watched with wide eyes, her heart skipping a beat. "Such precision… it's just like mine," she whispered. But then, she found herself blushing, her mind racing. No… it's more than that. He's incredible. Her thoughts betrayed her, the admiration she felt growing into something more.
As she gazed at Itachi on the field, her chest tightened, and a soft blush crept across her cheeks. Why does he have to be so… perfect? she thought, her admiration turning into a subtle crush.)
[Mic, full of energy, exclaimed, "Did you see that, folks? The precision of those kunai is commendable! Aizawa, what kind of student do you have here?"
Aizawa shook his head, replying in his usual calm tone, "He did all of that on his own. I just observe… that's all." He glanced at Keigo, who was back on his feet, and added, "Keigo's doing well too—he's holding his ground."
"Yeah, let's keep it rolling, folks!" Mic said, hyping up the crowd even more.]
Keigo stood, assessing the damage to his feathers. He plucked a few out and crafted them into a blade, eyes locking on Itachi. Itachi raised an eyebrow. "So… you've decided to use your sword style?"
Keigo smirked. "I told you—I'm going all out. And I'll force you to do the same." With that, Keigo charged at full speed, causing Itachi's eyes to widen momentarily as he dodged the incoming attack. He's faster than before... Itachi thought, narrowly avoiding a slash from Keigo's vibrating feather blade.
As Keigo swung his sword, Itachi noticed the distinct vibration in the blade. He's using the vibration to increase damage. Smart. Itachi blocked another swing, thinking quickly.
"Not a bad idea," Itachi murmured. Keigo grinned, feeling confident. "Then take this—get that skeleton of yours out!" He swung his sword dangerously close to Itachi's face, barely missing his eyes as Itachi dodged yet again.
His feathers are nearly damaged, Itachi mused, noting Keigo's wear and tear. But the feather sword still held its own, and Keigo showed no signs of slowing down.
"Stop overthinking," Keigo shouted, lunging toward Itachi with full force.
(In the audience, excitement rippled through the crowd. "Did you see that speed? It's hard to keep up with them!" one spectator shouted.
"And that feather blade—it looks so cool!" another cheered, the energy building with each moment of the fight.
Among the students watching, Rumi observed the two fighters, her eyes gleaming. She smirked, her legs shaking with excitement. They're both on another level… she thought, itching to jump into the action herself.
Nearby, Yu and Ryuko watched intently. "They're both incredibly strong," Yu remarked, admiring the battle.
Ida, with his usual seriousness, chimed in, "Like I said, it's a 50-50 chance."
Moe, concerned about Keigo's condition, added, "But Keigo's feathers are taking damage… can he keep this up?")
[Mic, barely able to contain his excitement, shouted, "Did you see that, folks? He's like a flash of light—a falcon soaring in the sky!" His voice echoed across the arena as he pumped up the audience.
Aizawa, calmer but equally impressed, nodded. "Yes… these are the best students. Or I should say, this entire generation is something else." His usual reserved tone carried a weight of admiration for the skills being displayed.]
In the arena, Keigo sped toward Itachi with all his might. Itachi stood unmoving, his gaze focused. It's like he's moving in slow motion, Itachi thought. As Keigo neared, Itachi's eyes narrowed. "Keigo… you've earned it."
Keigo's eyes widened as he saw Itachi's Eternal Mangeykyo Sharingan spin, his focus intensifying. As his sword neared, something began to form around Itachi—dark, blood-red ribs. A skeletal structure manifested, and Keigo smirked, pleased. That's what I wanted… he thought as he struck at the ribs of the skeleton.
But to his shock, Itachi remained intact, unharmed by the attack. Keigo's eyes grew wider as the skeletal hand formed from the ribs, grabbing him in its grip. He struggled, looking up at Itachi's unwavering gaze, realizing the immense power before him.
(In the audience, gasps and murmurs spread like wildfire. "What is that? Is it his another quirk?" one spectator questioned in disbelief.
"It looks so ominous," another whispered, their voice tinged with awe and fear.
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