The story of a hero in my hero academia

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After we won easily, we had to wait again. This tournament has 16 teams and it's single elimination—if you lose, you go home. Right now, we're already in the top 8. While I was sitting on the floor, Sensei came over and sat next to me.

"So, do you think there's anyone who can beat you?" he asked.

"Mhh… there isn't anyone noteworthy, except maybe the team from Tokyo. That guy is pretty strong," I replied, glancing at someone with a totally average build, average looks, and average aura. But when he unsheathes his sword… he looks like a damn samurai. His technique is excellent for his age.

Finally, a good opponent. Our battle will be legendary, I thought and chuckled to myself.

"Okay. Good luck," said the old man, walking away.

Huh, he never wishes us luck. Maybe even he's a little anxious this time.

An hour later, it was our turn again.

Finally, I thought. You know how long it takes to finish a real samurai duel with real swords? Like… two moves, a few seconds. And here we are, waiting for for an hour.

"Hiro, let's go. They just called for us" said Riku, a guy who started kendo the same day I did.

"Ok, ok, I'm coming" I replied, getting up quickly.

We got ready and walked to the stage. As I looked at the opposing team, I noticed a big guy.

Another one? Didn't they say Japanese people were short? Where are all these big boys coming from?

"Prefecture of Saitama vs Prefecture of Shizuoka" announced the loudspeaker.

The match began, and it was clear we were at a disadvantage. We weren't losing badly, but we were definitely in a pinch.

"Okay Hiro, we really need you now. Go out there and win like a real ace" said Riku, looking more like a captain than usual.

"Don't worry" I said, walking out in my coolest way.

So the pig is my opponent, I thought, looking at the guy—he honestly looked like my uncle.

I'm physically well-developed for my age, but this guy was on a whole other level.

Whatever. What do they say again? Oh yeah—the bigger they are, the harder they fall.

"Hajime!" shouted the referee. The match started.

The big guy charged at me instantly, trying to overpower me with brute strength, but I dodged all his attacks easily.

So he's an impatient one, I thought.

Alright. Let's make this more challenging—I'll try to take him on physically.

We started a contest of strength—strike after strike. Eventually, I landed a clean, powerful hit right on his head. He couldn't take it anymore and dropped to the floor with a loud "THUD." The gym fell silent, stunned that such a noise could be made by a twelve-year-old.

Damn, he's slow, but his hits were really something, I thought, glancing at my slightly reddish skin.

"What a great contest of strength from those two competitors—and the surprise is that the smaller one won!" shouted the commentator, clearly excited.

God bless this fantastic physique, I thought inwardly, since it was the only thing that let me walk away unscathed.

My team was thrilled—we advanced to the semifinals. I received a round of applause from everyone, louder than the thud that big guy made when he hit the floor.

All except Sensei, who scolded me because I could have won easily if I'd just taken advantage of my opponent's weaknesses.

I could only nod and take it, because if I said anything, he'd beat me to a pulp with the excuse of a sparring session once we got back.