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That blood-red color… I've never seen anything like it," someone else added, equally entranced.
In the VIP section, Yana's eyes widened as she watched the battle unfold. "What… is that?" she whispered, her voice barely audible, unable to believe what she was seeing.
Momo, sitting beside her, was also wide-eyed, her heart racing. That… looks terrifying, she thought, a chill running down her spine.
Takashi, watching the skeletal structure, had his own thoughts swirling. Is this part of his quirk? Or a another quirk entirely? He clenched his hands, his mind racing. All this time… he's had this much power?
The entire stadium was captivated, watching in stunned silence as Itachi's true strength began to emerge.
In the section where the pro heroes sat, their eyes were wide in astonishment as they witnessed the display of Itachi's power. Nighteye, analyzing the situation, smirked to himself. This kid... he has the power to change the world, he thought, his sharp gaze following Itachi's every move.
Lady Nagant, sitting nearby, was equally stunned but had her own reaction. Is this a new power? she wondered, her eyes narrowing. Then a subtle blush crept onto her cheeks as she smiled slightly. Why do I feel like this is just a glimpse of what he can do? Her heart raced. I... I want to meet him now...
Meanwhile, in a separate room, Principal Nezu sat alongside Toshinori Yagi, the man once known as All Might. The massive, muscular hero wore his usual smile, though his eyes were intensely focused on the arena below. "So, this is Itachi Yaoyorozu," All Might said with curiosity.
Nezu nodded, his gaze never leaving the field. "Yes, he is. Quite impressive, isn't he?"
All Might chuckled, sensing something more in Nezu's tone. "I think you believe he's perfect for something."
Gran Torino, sitting beside them, sighed. "I doubt he'll accept, Nezu. He seems like a lone wolf to me."
Toshinori glanced at his old mentor. "Why not? He's got incredible potential."
Gran Torino just shrugged. "It's just a feeling," he replied thoughtfully.)
[Back in the commentary booth, Present Mic was practically shouting into the mic, his energy infectious. "Wow, holy crap, folks! Did you see that? Where did that skeleton come from? That thing looks terrifying!"
Aizawa, calm as ever, nodded in agreement. "That… is incredibly strong. I've seen glimpses of it before, but never like this."]
In the arena, Itachi stood calmly, his EM Sharingan glowing as his Susano'o, the massive blood-red skeletal figure, loomed over Keigo. The hero-in-training was trapped in its grip, struggling as the pressure from the skeletal hand increased.
Itachi's voice was quiet but firm as he spoke to his opponent. "I'm sorry," he said as he tightened his grip, causing Keigo to wince in pain. Despite his struggles, Keigo's feather attacks had no effect on the spectral armor surrounding Itachi.
The pain became too much. Keigo's body trembled, and with one final effort, he tapped out in submission.
Midnight, watching closely, stepped forward and raised her hand. "Keigo Takami has surrendered! Itachi Yaoyorozu is the winner!"
The audience erupted into cheers, applauding both Itachi and Keigo for their intense battle. While Itachi's power left many in awe, Keigo's determination and skill had earned equal respect. The crowd's enthusiasm filled the arena, praising them both for their impressive performances.
As Itachi deactivated his Sharingan, his intense red eyes fading back to their normal dark hue, he approached Keigo, who was still catching his breath. "Keigo, are you alright?" Itachi asked with concern.
Keigo gave a weak smirk, wiping some sweat from his brow. "Yeah, just… my legs are a bit numb," he replied, trying to sound casual despite the pain. Itachi offered a small smile and helped him to his feet.
Midnight approached them with a proud grin. "Good fight, both of you. That was amazing to watch."
They nodded in gratitude, both saying, "Thank you, Midnight-sensei."
With a quick gesture, Midnight pointed toward the exit. "Take him to the infirmary, Yaoyorozu."
Itachi nodded, glancing at the cheering audience for a moment before turning back to Keigo. Supporting his teammate, Itachi guided him toward the exit. As they walked, Keigo, leaning heavily on Itachi, couldn't help but speak. "There's a vast gap between us… your power is on a whole other level," he muttered, still feeling the weight of defeat.
Itachi glanced at him, his voice calm and reassuring. "Power isn't everything."
Keigo smirked, though his pride was clearly bruised. "I know, I know… no need for a lecture right now."
Itachi shook his head, amused. "I wasn't lecturing."
Keigo's grin widened, and he nudged Itachi slightly. "Your lady is probably going to request you for an internship, you know."
Sighing, Itachi replied, "You talk too much for someone who's exhausted."
With a playful glint in his eyes, Keigo teased, "Just admit it, you're looking forward to it."
Itachi remained silent, only letting out a quiet sigh, causing Keigo to chuckle. "Ah, silence is the answer, bro."
When they arrived at the infirmary, Recovery Girl was waiting for them. Her sharp eyes softened with a hint of concern. "Sit here, young man," she instructed, motioning to Keigo, who obediently sat down. Her quirk at the ready, she leaned in and planted her usual healing kiss on his cheek. Keigo grinned mischievously, rubbing his face. "If that was Midnight, I would've healed in no time."
Recovery Girl's expression hardened, her voice stern. "What was that, boy?"
Keigo immediately stiffened, breaking into a cold sweat. "N-Nothing!" he stammered, his usual bravado faltering.
Itachi sighed quietly beside them, watching the interaction with a slight shake of his head.
Recovery Girl handed Keigo some candy, her way of replenishing the energy he had lost. Keigo's face lit up as he eagerly accepted the treat. "Thanks, Granny!" he said with a boyish grin.
With his energy restored, Keigo got up from the chair, and the two of them made their way back toward the stadium. As they walked, Keigo looked at Itachi with his usual grin. "Let's head back to the stadium. I want to see what happens next."
Itachi nodded, his quiet strength radiating through his calm demeanor, while Keigo's spirits remained high despite the pain he had endured. Together, they walked back into the arena, the bond between them strengthened through battle.
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