In a world where heroes and villains are pitted against each other.....How will anyone be able to deal with someone of unimaginable power who sides with "fun"?
Pressing his face up against the glass of the window, Present Mic tried to understand what he was seeing. "He's flying!? He had something like this up his sleeve the whole time!? How does Midoriya plan to win now!?"
Aizawa was thinking the same thing even with his longtime friend's shouting interrupting his thoughts. Y/N may have not been flying, but he's basically unstoppable in this tournament now. A ring-out was the only possible way for those in that made it this far to beat Y/N. A sad reality, yet a true one. Y/N's physical stature was far too high for him to lose in battle.
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Unmoving from his position mid-air, Y/N's gaze stayed on his broccoli-headed opponent. "Got anything else, Izuku? You could try to get a ring-out win again if you want to. Don't know how much good that'll do you though..."
To Y/N's taunting remark, Izuku's grit his teeth, his fists balled hard with frustration. He did have options for attacking from a distance, namely his Black Whip and air flicks. Despite their advantages, neither would be able to reach Y/N with his speed.
"...Guess that's it then. Well, let's get this over with."
Y/N let himself fall to the ground, forcing Izuku to ready himself for anything. His OFA Full Cowl still running at 15%, he mentally prepared himself to go even higher to match Y/N's might. Getting injured was a given anyways, might as well let it be by his hands rather than Y/N's. Izuku took a stance just as Y/N touched the ground...
...and vanished.
"Eh?"
The sound of footsteps coming from behind him alerted him. Swirling around with a kick aimed at what he thought to be Y/N, his foot met only air...
"Oh. I got a little faster..." Y/N's voice once again entered his ear. Before he could act, an immense pain came from his stomach...
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Puking up a glob of blood, Izuku rocketed into the air, still holding onto a small amount of consciousness. The audience's eyes followed him as flew further and further up into the air. Y/N wondered how high he would go. He didn't use that much power in that kick. Hopefully, he didn't crush anything bad.
After a few more seconds, Izuku's momentum fell and soon, he was dropping to the ground. And although he was conscious, his body wouldn't listen to him. It probably trying to come to terms with the damage he sustained all at once.
A few worrying gasps and shouts rang through the crowd. If he fell from the height, he would surely die. Of course, Y/N wouldn't let that happen. No matter how much he truly didn't care if such a situation should occur.
Izuku dropped like a bomb in the very same spot he was launched from, so all Y/N had to do was grab him by his shirt just before touching the ground. In doing so, Y/N had to compliment the durability of their outfits. Any other outfit would've torn instantly. Nice job, U.A. A life was saved thanks to your own uniforms.
