A random NPC | BNHA

Chapter 49

The blond laughed obnoxiously right after.

I shrugged.

I did claim that Monoma had evolved from his old self, but, of course, his hatred for Class 1A hadn't changed at all.

Not that he needs to change much, his hatred for Class 1A was only there because of his desire for his class to shine just as bright as them.

It was a noble reason, but did he have to act like that everytime he does something better than Class 1A?

Oh well, with time, change will come and that change is a choice that is not mine to make.

With the arrival of the sound of a pen scratching against paper, I turned and saw Mizuno, in all her hunched down glory, aggressively noting down any business plans she had for Monoma. There was also a crude image of Monoma climbing out from a crooked wooden box in the fashion of Nezuko from Demon Slayer drawn on top of the chicken scratch that was Mizuno's writing. I had no heart to tell her that Monoma did not have such a thiccc butt, nor did he have such a long face, but her sketch got the message across.

Despite the obvious memey exaggeration of the boy, there was, in fact, one thing Mizuno got right about Monoma. It was the contrast between his princely appearance and twisted behaviour. His periwinkle-grey eyes reminiscent of the stormy skies that stretched beyond miles and horizons. His blond hair, wheat from a certain distance, but a royal gold when sunlight graces humanity with its radiance. It was as if he was a chosen champion from the day he was born, a golden prince to the masses under his rule.

Similar to that of a shattered mirror, the slight tremble to his voice as he mocked Kaminari and the asymmetrical smirk he wore proudly as a badge of honour all suggest that there was more to this 'perfect' boy.

I nodded to myself.

Monoma Neito's uncanny resemblance to a noble would do me well if I ever need a reference for drawing. It would also do me well if I ever need a reference for a cowardly villain.

Either way, it was time for the next couple of matches to commence.

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Iida versus Hatsume was a match made in hell.

Iida was too idyllic in his morals, failing to realise the marketing segment the pinkette had planned around him until it was too late. It was a genius plan, no doubt. However, this strategy caused the match to drag on for eternity. It was like a YouTube advertisement except the option to skip the advertisement didn't exist. Either way, I suppose it was a win for both sides as Iida got to advance through the tournament and Hatsume got that sweet ad revenue of hers by showing off her multiple products through Iida and herself during the match.

After that marketing segment ended, came the arrival of the match, Ashido versus Aoyama.

Ashido's pink skin made her pop out from the average student at UA high. I had always wondered what kind of quirk she owned to enable her to have such a unique appearance, turns out it was 'acid', the white liquid that helped her glide around the battle field at amazing speeds compared to the sitting duck that was Aoyama, whom was shooting out shiny beams from the device latched around his mid section? Interesting. Soon, Aoyama clutched his mid-session with a face scrunched up in agony. If I had to guess, it was probably his quirk drawback that stopped him from attacking Ashi——— With the elegance of an ice skater, the pinkette shortened the distance and sent a punch to the flamboyant blond's jaw, ending the match in a matter of seconds.

Next up was Tokoyami versus Yaoyorozu.

This was an interesting matchup... actually anything with Yaoyorozu in it was interesting. I constantly heard things about her intelligence and flexibility in combat due to her quir——