HEALING [ B N H A ]

Its MY Move

As I watched Midoriya's body get carried and lifted out of the arena, both Ochaco and Iida, Mineta and Tsuyu went over immediately to visit him. I had second thoughts about whether to stay in place or visit them but overall decided on making my way to the prep room. In the prep room, I sat seated by one of the tables to think. I thought about how to win my next match.

Ibara Shiozaki: quirk; vines. Her vines can regrow and replace itself repeatedly on her head, she can easily control and manipulate them. They are durable, resistant to water and electricity. Not fire. Medium level hard to cut up and overall is suited for all ranges, defence and attack. Not offence.
Whilst I stand; my quirk is the manipulation of wind. An elemental quirk. Its uses are unlimited however can become dangerous, as accounted for... best suited for any range and has its uses in most planes.

I wanted to win this battle fast and quick to show my strength but I didn't want to seem dangerous or, like Bakugou, have a villainous nature. When I was younger I could recount my father saying inspirational things like, 'a quirk is as useful as its owner,' or, 'how you use a quirk can tell a lot about you.'

I want to show...

[Sakura CHIYO Hana: Line Break insert]

"AND NOW, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN PREPARE, FOR OUR NEXT MATCH UP." I calmly heaved as I waited in the hall before the arena, Hizashi and Aizawa watched from above the stadium in the commentators booth. They made any necessary (and non-necessarily) commentary for this match, to make it any more hyped or to fill in blanks. "UP FIRST IS THE EVANGELIC ASSASSIN WITH THORNS. FROM B CLASS... IBARA SHIOZAKI!!" The crowed cheered and roared, some gravitated to stand in their seats to cheer her own more wildly.
I watched as Shiozaki entered the arena, her hair was pulled in a half up, half down style and was held behind her back in it's massive glory. She walked in slowly, taking a view of her supportive audience whilst she murmured thankful prayers of sorts.

"AND UP AGAINST HER IS U.A'S PERSONAL FLOWER. OUR HEART AND SOUL... OUR LITTLE SAKURA TREE... SAKURAAA CHIYOOOO HANAAA!!" Naturally, I too walked into the arena. The crowd cheered and waved just as wildly, I smiled back at these massively obsessive kids whom were jumping about and cheering absurd sayings, "super wind attack!"

"Awesome flying kick!"

It's what made everything better, to see a supportive crowd. Shiozaki and I stood facing each other, waiting for the signal to start, at either end of the rectangular arena. Cementoss sat on standby on a close cement chair right next to us. Midnight, also, stood and close small stage. She held her whip out, almost as if ready to pounce but somehow do it seductively.

Before starting Ibara chorused, "pardon thus, I have, by no means, wish to be an 'assassin.' As such, I merely come far seeking history..." she said this presently holding her hands up in a defensive but objectifying way. "I wish..." she looked back at me through those soft eyes, "to seek the top against those who also take their opportunity." But with that last statement, had our short friendship end.

"IBARA STRIKES WITH HER THORNS. BUT IS IT ENOUGH TO WIN THE FIGHT?!" Her thorny hair dug into the ground, making it near to impossible to predict. I found myself in a defensive state just waiting for the attack.
I would want her to show her talents before I win, right?

Suddenly it shot up, from out beneath the concrete floor, ready to make up for grabs at my body. I directed my hands there and used quick wind strikes to cut them effortlessly. Advantage to me; her primary state is with her back turned for her quirk to fully be useful.
She started to panic, her hair started to come at me in all direction from the ground, her face showing a flustered expression with widened eyes. "IBARA TAKES CHARGE OF THE GROUND, HER HAIR IS UNSTOPPABLE," exaggerated the ever so loud Hizashi, aka Present Mic.