Master of all quirks, wielder of none.
Humans are quirky. Yet, there was one boy, who was nothing, with no quirks, no emotions. Just nothing. All have just one question.
Who is this quirkless boy with brown hair and golden orbs?
Moreso, What exact...
The world had seen many things, both mundane and extraordinary. But today, I had introduced a new variable, a shock factor that reverberated through the air with undeniable weight. Something never before seen, something undeniably monumental. As the gravity of the moment settled in, I pondered my reaction. What expression should I wear? Could I even muster one?
A quirkless individual—a mistake, they would call me. Society's verdict was clear, but I neither agreed nor disagreed. I had a mission, a singular focus, and once fulfilled, it would pave my path to the freedom I so desired.
I stood there, unfazed and unbothered by the large crowd now rendered silent, their jaws hanging in stunned disbelief. No one had expected this outcome. Today, their very notion of inborn strength and superiority was irrevocably challenged.
After a few moments of pin-drop silence, a slow, deliberate clap echoed through the arena. Toga herself, with an almost mocking enthusiasm, initiated it. Her applause, though solitary, was loud enough to ignite a chain reaction of hesitant claps and cheers. Yet, their collective response felt insufficient, a pitiful scream of silence that mirrored their inner turmoil.
The awkwardness of the situation would test anyone's psyche, provided they possessed even a shred of emotion. But my interest lay not with the crowd, but with my own classmates. They had witnessed and endured numerous lessons within this brief span of time. Their faces were a mix of confusion, admiration, and perhaps a hint of fear.
Their expressions told a story of shattered preconceptions. They had faced their own vulnerabilities and witnessed a quirkless individual rise above insurmountable odds. The silence and the awkward applause were not merely reactions to a surprising victory—they were the sounds of a paradigm shift.
"AHEM....after that SUPRISINGGGGG feat!!! THE SECOND PLACE goes to.....Team Shinso with A total of 1000 Pointsss!!!"
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From what I witnessed, the Class B team had handed over their headband at the last moment. It was peculiar, especially given the determined demeanor of their leader. And that purple-haired boy, the one who had challenged us earlier, suggested his quirk was not to be underestimated. The subtlety of the exchange indicated something more—a psychological quirk, perhaps, manipulating the situation to their advantage.
"The THIRDDD....is none other than....Team Momona!!!!!! with a total of....375 points!!"
The announcement echoed through the arena, drawing gasps and murmurs from the crowd. It seemed Team Bakugou had been unsuccessful, and the reason was evident. In a surprising twist, Midoriya had joined Team Momona as a last-minute entry, turning the tide in their favor. Midoriya, ever the strategist, had likely provided critical intel about Bakugou's explosive quirk, allowing Momona to craft a precise and devastating counterattack.
