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As the week passed by quickly, Izuku and the others finished their preparations for the festival. As Class 1-A was waiting to head into the stadium for the Festival to really begin, Shoto Todoroki walked up to Izuku.
“Midoriya,” he spoke up. “From a certain standpoint, I’m stronger than you. I will be winning this Festival.”
Izuku sighed and looked at the son of Endeavor. He saw the rage and… was that desperation?
‘ ... Now I gotta save this guy, ’ the Hero of Wrought Iron thought to himself. He stood up, looked into Todoroki’s eyes and smirked, “You may just be right Todoroki. But that was before all of this. Before the memories and Magecraft. You may try, but I can guarantee that one of us will be the ones who will reach the top of this Festival.”
Ojiro walked behind Izuku, “Archer is right. And I will prove it.”
“If your luck gets you that far,” Momo Yaoyorozu said. “You Lancers have the worst luck.”
“What did you say you no-name Master!?” Ojirou turned around quickly. His magical energy flaring.
“No-name?!” Momo stood up, her usually calm visage contorted with anger. “I will have you know that I am Momo Yaoyorozu heiress to the Yaoyorozu fortune! Not to mention I was Tohsaka Rin heiress and Second Owner of Fuyuki City! I am not a no-name Magus.”
“Enough!” Ochako shouted. “Momo, Lancer. That is enough. We are heroes. Not children. Sit down and settle this in the tournament.”
Before Ojirou could respond, an organizer for the event walked in and announced, “Please head out to the field. It's time for the Festival to begin.”
After announcing the classes, from Class 1-A to the support and business courses, Midnight announced, “Now would the first place of the Entrance Exam come up and give the Student’s Pledge?”
As Bakugo walked up to the stand, Izuku facepalmed as he prepared himself for what was about to be spoken.
“Alright extras listen up!” Bakugo spoke into the mic. His brash and abrasive tone practically silenced the crowd in front of him. “You all call yourselves heroes but where were you when we were attacked by villains at the USJ? Where were you when two of Class 1A killed a monster? Hiding, I bet. Hiding in fear like the mongrels you are.”
That one word caused Izuku, Momo, and Ochako, as well as Hisashi to go wide eyed. The blond hair and red eyes gave way to the image of the King of Heroes in their minds.
“To my fellow heroes at UA, in both Classes 1A and 1B,” Bakugo smirked as sparks lit up on his right hand that he had raised slightly, “Come at me with all you’ve got. If you freeze up, you die. If you hesitate, you die. If you don’t come at me with all your strength, all your power. You. Will. Die! Don’t hide your power. Don’t be a fucking pussy. Fight me. Don’t be a mongrel that cowers at the slightest of battles. Go beyond what you can do, show the enemy that us Heroes are not cowards! May the best Hero win.”
Slowly but surely, applause erupted throughout the stadium and the explosion quirk user walked off the podium and back to his classmates.