My Hero Academia: The Next Generation Book 2

Chapter 31: Brother vs Brother

Chapter 31: Brother vs Brother

One Hour Later, Sports Festival Semi-Finals

~~{Nosido's POV}~~

I couldn't believe I actually made it this far, Satsuo, Sakura, and Zota had made it with me. That's an awesome feat on its own as well, but I was honestly more worried than excited. All because of how our matches ended up, I would be fighting Satsuo, while Sakura and Zota fought each other. Wanna know what's even worse? Satsuo and I's fight was up first.

I guess I was only so nervous since I was worried if I possibly won, he would get really pissed with me. Even though I honestly don't think he would, the thought was still there in my head. But I didn't have time to think about it, the fight was starting in just a few moments. I was already standing in the shadow of the tunnel staring out to the opposite side of the stadium, specifically where the 1-B class tunnel entrance was.

I took in a deep breath before slowly releasing it, Red Riot announcing our names as we made our way to our respective ends of the cement fighting platform. We stared at each other, Satsuo giving me a faint smile and wave to try and help me get relaxed. He must've noticed how tense I was. The back of my gym top was sewn up but now had holes in the back to support my new ability to make tendrils come out from my back.

"Ready students? Three, Two, one. Clash!" Satsuo and I made our way towards each other, when we got close he immediately went for a strike. I ducked under the attack and drove me knee into his side, making him grunt as he quickly returned a strike of his own. Pushing me back then kicking me hard in the chest.

"Nice counter attack there, Shoto was teaching you well."

"Heh, of course he would." I chuckled softly, rubbing my chest for a moment before activating my quirk. Tendrils flowing out from the holes in the back of my top as two went to jab at him, he parried both before turning his attention to me. Blocking my attempt at a running punch into his gut and shoving my hand away to throw off my balance, he then dashed forward and gave me a jab into the chest before putting me into a headlock and shimmying us towards the edge of the fighting area. "S-shit, you're stronger than you look."

I let out a soft grunt, finally getting out of the headlock and using his arm for some momentum to kick him in the gut. Sending him staggering back before I sprinted forward, I was going to attempt my tackle I tried on Oliver. Only difference was that this time it worked, he fell down on his back hard with me on top of him as I tried to throw some jabs into his abdomen to work his durability. He went to block one of the jabs but I quickly sent one of my tendrils to restrain that hand, he let out a struggled grunt with every jab into his side.

"H-hey Nosido, what are the ways we can win again?"

"Huh?" I paused my jab for a moment, looking at him with a confused face. "Well... Immobilization, KO, and Ring out. Why?" He chuckled softly, giving me a little wink and getting his hand free from my tendril. He then gripped my shirt tightly, pulling my head in close as he threw his head forward. His forehead colliding with my face harder than I think one of his punches would, I yelled out in pain, staggering back and holding my face until my foot slipped off the edge of the fighting area. Shit was all I could think as I lost my footing completely, falling backwards as the back of my head then hit the ground hard.

"Nosido Heraki has been ringed out, Satsuo Shinso is the winner!" The crowd roared out, but before I could even process the loss. Massive amounts of pain shot through my head, making me grip it and yell out before everything flashed red.

~~{ Satsuo Shino's POV}~~

I groaned softly, getting up to my feet as I held my abdomen where Nosido was wailing his jabs. He's definitely a good fighter and tactician, which is honestly great seeing. He's not as much of a push over as he thinks he is. I walked over to where Nosido was laying, his eyes were shut tightly and he was holding his head in defeat. Or at least that's what I think he was doing.