Chapter 16: Having fun

 

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Contrary to the fight match, his next match was against someone he had scarcely recognised from the anime. The best way to describe him would be…hairy. From what he recalled he was a second year Shiketsu student who was introduced in the provisional licence arc, and his quirk allowed him to manipulate his hair.

"And now, Akira vs Nagamasa!"

Before the two made their way to the stage, Nagamusa briefly stopped Akira and bowed to Akira, "Good luck, I will give it my all in this fight, as I hope you do as well."

Akira nodded, "I only use my full strength to those I respect, so you best believe I will give it my all."

The hair around Nagamasa's mouth creased upwards and he nodded back, silently making his way to the other end of the field.

"Start!"

Akira was viciously assaulted with long strings of thick hair, twisting and turning in unpredictable patterns that would give anyone here a hard time dodging.

Taking full advantage of the large field, Akira tried to keep as much distance between him and the deadly attacks of hair. He jumped up, narrowly swerving over another stream of hair. Nagamasa launched a second assault of attacks towards Akira who was left sitting in the air like a duck.

The first one missed, allowing Akira to kick off the thick line of hair and dodge the next attack, repeating the same process again and again until he returned to the ground.

Akira was fast, but there simply isn't enough space anymore, eventually leading him to being captured and entangled by his opponent's quirk.

'This feels like the start of a bondage movie.' Akira felt the hairs around him tighten, restricting him in place.

Nagamusa spoke from across the area, "I'm sorry it had to be this way."

"So am I." Akira grinned. He tensed his muscles and pushed, putting in all the might he could muster. His effort began to show results, as slowly but surely the bindings were ripped apart.

Now free from restraint, he dashed forward towards the slightly shocked Nagamusa. Nagamusa recovered, sending out a plethora of attacks in an attempt to slow down Akira's speed, but to no avail.

Once Akira had gained enough distance and speed, he reared his fist back, aiming it at Nagamasa who in one last ditch effort, started condensing and restricting the hair around his body to absorb the attack.

Akira laughed, "Haha! I thought you were out of the fight, it's a surprise to be sure, but a welcome one!"

Akira pushed forward, grinning in delight. His velocity had now reached its apex and he could feel his fist pumping with anticipation. His feet touched the ground one more time, leaving a spider web of cracks on the dirt field.

"STOP!!!"

Akira had already thrown his fist before President Mic's loud interruption, but had managed to stop himself at the last minute before he could make contact with his opponent. Despite pulling his punch, the sheer force of the blow created a huge blast of air which erupted into Nagamasas's body. It was only because of the previous defences he had set up before that Nagamasa remained standing and conscious, slightly dazed.

"Winner, Akira!"

President Mic announced. Nagamasa nodded absentmindedly, it seems even he knew if that punch hit him, he would be dead.

If the appearance of the finalist Akira was about to fight was any indication, then Akira believed he was a huge cunt.

He stood out compared to most people as he had a bright set of blue hair, meaning the world must be telling him he was someone important, well was supposed to be. He had a smug look on his face when he looked at Akira, as if he was saying 'you are beneath me'.

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Akira was beginning to understand why Aizawa expelled anyone.

"Let's have a good match." The blue haired man said, giving a false smile to Akira as he held out his hand.

Akira shook it, "Agreed. Second place isn't too bad, I think you have a good chance at being accepted."

His smile stiffened, and before he could refute a reply, Akira walked off towards his side.

"And for the final match, Akira vs Yamato!"

Akira narrowed his eyes, preparing for the upcoming fight. He was confident he could win, but it may be slightly difficult with his opponents quirk, it was a tricky one.

"Start!"

When the whistle blew, both Akira and Yamato stood still and stared at each other, observing their opponent and trying to find weaknesses. Yamato eventually made the first move. In a quick succession of teleports, he crossed most of the distance in the open field and appeared in front of Akira.

SLAM

Yamato landed a kick on Akira, who had a closed guard up, "I was originally going to force you out of bounds, but instead I'm gonna beat you to a pulp."

Akira swung at the airborne Yamato, but he already teleported behind him and managed to kick him in the back. Akira swerved his body, trying to land a hit, but Yamato had already teleported out of his range.

Akira tched, considering changing his <Orders> so he could just get this fight over and done with, but he would consider that cheating.

Yamato launched another barrage of attacks, constantly blinking around Akira and pelting him with swift punches and kicks. Even with his super speed, Akira was having trouble trying to catch Yamato, he was like a little fly!

Akira had a plan, one which would force him to endure the attacks of Yamato, but one which would give him the victory. He wasn't really bothered, the attacks were light and weak in exchange for the fast speed it gave. If the attacks were stronger, they would be slower, and the chances of Akira catching Yamato would only be higher.

Akira endured blow after blow from Yamato. He concentrated deep, analysing where every blow came from and analysing his attack pattern. No matter how much they tried, a human could never truly make random decisions. They always had some form of bias formed by their experiences, views and upbringing. This form of bias was usually deep within one's unconscious, and affected things such as Yamato's attacks.

He would have a natural bias towards certain attacks and angles, and hence use them more often.  Akira just needed to find that, and he soon did.

"!"

Akira grabbed Yamato's leg mid swing, taking pleasure in the pure look of shock and horror that Yamato showed. He grinned, "Got you!"

Akira swung his arm high in the air, Yamato's flailing body following with no resistance. He had beat the rest of his opponents physically, so Akira thought it was time to show his repertoire and beat his opponent mentally.

"I'm gonna slam your face into the ground!"

"No sto-"

"UNITED STATES OF SMASH!!!"

"NO! STOPPPPPPPP!"

Akira swung Yamato towards the floor, only stopping once Yamato's journey had reached ¾'s of the way.

"Had a nice trip Yamato?" He mocked, looking at the unconscious Yamato dangling from his hand with a sly look, "Looks like he's afraid of heights." Akira had a sheepish look on his face.

Everyone sweat dropped.

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