From Murderer to Hero - A Dusttale Frans x BNHA Fanfic [DISCONTINUED]

Duels

"It's almost time for the final competition," Sero says, checking the time on a clock on the wall from within the UA Sports Stadium.  "I'm pumped!"

"Oh crap, we've got five minutes!" Frisk exclaims.  "Sans!  Bonehead!  Wake up!"

"How did he manage to fall asleep now of all times?" Izuku asks, wiping a tiny bit of sweat with a handkerchief.  "I feel really, really nervous.  If I look  bad now, my future will go down the drain!"

"For the millionth time, Izuku, you'll do great!" Uraraka says, patting his shoulder.

"Th-Thanks Uraraka-san," Izuku says.  

"It's not just you, Izuku!" Iida exclaims.  "I also feel a bit nervous!  But we must swallow it on the battlefield!  The eyes looking down upon us will determine our future career as superheroes!  Now, did you all warm up properly?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure," Izuku says, flexing his wrist muscles.  "I don't dare do anymore otherwise I might exhaust myself."

"Sans?" Frisk asks, flicking Sans's skull.  "Bonehead, wake up."

"huh?" Sans says, a bit groggily as he opens his eye sockets and rubs at them with his hands.  "wassup kiddo?"

"We've got five minutes 'til the matches start!" Frisk says.

"five minutes?" Sans asks, standing up.  "ah, thanks for waking me.  probably would've slept through it, heh."

"Shouldn't you warm up Sans, even if just a little?" Sero asks.  "You might get a muscle cramp if you don't."

"kiddo, you need actual muscles to get a muscle cramp," Sans points out.

"Oh right, you're a skeleton."

"convenient eh?" Sans asks.  "anyway, good luck out there, kiddo."

"Thanks," Sero says.  "I'm praying that I make it past one round."

"Not with that attitude!" Iida exclaims.  "At all times, you must keep an optimistic state of mind if you wish fight at your best!"

"Thanks, Iida."

"Hey kids, now might be a good time to get to the duel arena," Mr. Aizawa says, poking his head into the locker room.

"Yes, sensei," everyone except Sans say in unison.

Sans snorts a bit.

"Alright, come on then," Mr. Aizawa says.

Izuku walks out into the bright sunlight and is greeted by very loud cheers.

"BEHOLD LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" he hears Present Mic shout before he and his classmates could even get to the duel arena.  "I PRESENT TO YOU THE STUDENTS OF CLASS 1-A!  THE HEROES OF THE FUTURE GENERATION!"

The cheers get louder.

Bakugo, Todoroki, Fumikage, and Ashido were already sitting in reserved seats around the dueling arena.  There were also there three other students with them.  The girl with vine-like hair who had won fourth place during the race from Class B, the grey-haired student with those weird grey goggles from Class B, and a rather depressed-looking purple-haired student from Class C.

"What are those guys doing here?" Izuku asks.

"I dunno," Frisk says, shrugging.

"NOW THAT EVERYONE'S HERE, LET'S NOT WASTE ANY TIME!" Present Mic shouts.  "SHALL THE GAMES BEGIN!  STARTING WITH...IZUKU MIDORIYA AND HITOSHI SHINSO!"

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The first rounds went by quickly.  Midoriya, Todoroki, Sans, Shiozaki, Tokoyami, Ashido, Frisk, and Bakugo, the victors from their battles during the first round, were the only ones left in their private seats around the duel arena.