The story of a hero in my hero academia

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After our turn, there was a lunch break. Our table was deadly silent, the tension almost palpable, until our unnerved sensei finally broke the quiet with a teasing smile, "Brats, why are you so silent?" At that, Riku cleared his throat and said, "Sensei is right , guys, why are we so afraid? We only need to do our best, and everything will be okay. And we even have Hiro — look at him, he's eating like it's just another routine match." Trying hard to sound serious in his captain role, he failed for me, but not for the others, since it caused a ripple of laughter among the team and eased their nerves.

As we continued to eat, Takumi, a lanky guy who had recently transferred from another school, leaned in and asked, "Hiro, did you see that guy from Tokyo?"

"Yes," I replied, while continuing my meal, "that guy's pretty strong. What's his name?"

Riku's eyes sparkled as he jumped in, "Daiki Fujimoto. Last year, he led his team to win the regionals, and he's even part of the under-15 national team."

I nodded, genuinely impressed. "I'm sure — just look at his skill, and then compare it to the others."

After our talk, I noticed the guys from my team grew even more anxious. Ha, mission failed Riku.

We wrapped up lunch and headed back to the gym to start the semifinals. The brackets showed: Ibaraki vs. Tokyo, and us against Tochigi. Since we were in the second round, we had to watch the first matches. Tokyo dominated as expected — no dark horse this time.

Finally, it was our match. I must say, my team this year was pretty strong. We won easily since our opponents were just average, nothing noteworthy.

"Last match: Tokyo Prefecture against Saitama Prefecture. Both teams have strong players and powerful aces. It'll be an interesting fight," the commentator said with palpable excitement, his voice echoing through the gym. Wow, he's really into it, I thought, tightening my grip on my shinai(wood sword).

The match started. My teammates fought with everything they had. Though they weren't quite at the same level as the opposing team, their determination was fierce, trying to snatch every point possible. Then, finally, it was my turn. I glanced at the scoreboard: 1 win, 1 loss, and 2 draws. Damn, they're giving it their all, and now it's my time — even if it means beating that prodigy.

I stepped onto the stage silently, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Hajime!" shouted the referee. My opponent — the ace of the other team — and I approached each other cautiously, trading slow initial slashes to gauge each other's style. Then, suddenly, "Clack-clack-clack!" Our shinai collided faster and faster, like thunderclaps in the air. His slashes were razor-sharp, near perfection, but I matched him with raw speed and power.

Is this guy a samurai reincarnated from the Sengoku period? I thought, eyes narrowing. Even if he was, I had to stand my ground. I gritted my teeth and parried his strikes, each block forcing him to swing faster and more precisely. This guy was relentless, adapting and improving.. I need a power up, and that bullshit about the power of friendship isn't working.

Just when I thought I was about to lose, he began to slow, his movements growing sloppy, his slashes rough and desperate. That was my moment. I surged forward, striking with precision at the vulnerable spots. His guard cracked, and I scored point after point. Then, with only five seconds left on the clock, i landed the final, decisive strike to his throat.

"Pee-pee!" whistled the referee sharply, signaling the end. Relief and triumph flooded me as I soaked in my hard-earned victory.

My opponent and I both dropped to the floor, gasping for breath.

"You're a monster. What kind of body do you have?" he asked, panting.

"A very good one," I said with a grin, extending my hand.

"I'm Hiro."

"I'm Daiki Fujimoto," he replied, shaking my hand firmly.

After the match, my teammates rushed over, lifting me into the air and tossing me up, shouting, "Champions! Hiro! Hiro!" like a football team.

"Hey, who groped my ass?" I asked tiredly, making everyone laugh.

Ahh, there's nothing better than a hard-won victory.