Yin Yang [ BNHA ]

Sports Festival Part 3

My calculative, narrowed eyes swept across the minefield, letting the cool breeze hit me while I thought of ways to past through this course. I stared at my palm, bruised, cut, and scared. But it isn't these features that I notice, it is actually my quirk that burns underneath, waiting to be unleashed.

With a flick of my hand, the fire awoke from my pulsing veins that led deep into my hand, cozy in the element that glows. My flames transform into the most transient of beauties, hot ribbons of light. It sparks, as if it wanted more than one crazy way to dance, as if it needs to leap, to fly, willing to land where it may. I pushed the air in front of me as it dances in a beeline, leaping out from its source. In a split second, all the mines in front of me exploded, its pink fumes mixed with the fiery red and now burned ashes. Without wasted a single second, I slung a wavelength straight to the finish line and made a mad dash with closed eyes. I feel the fumes flying all around me, but I don't see it -- I don't allow myself to notice it.

The moment I stepped foot on the finish line, Uncle Mic exploded in joy, as if he watched me all the way from the start to the finish. "UWAAAAHHHHH! THE LEADER OF THE PACK, THE ONE WHO STAYED AHEAD FOR THE WHOLE COURSE -- (L/N) (Y/N), BABYY! ALL MIGHT! GIVE ME YOUR BETTING MONEY!" I giggled lightly at Uncle Mic's raised voice, then saluted at him and Uncle Ai playfully from the end of the course.

The audience also exploded with cheers -- I could even say that my ears could be torn off. With the cheers come fists in the air and eyes flung wide. They were electrified, awake, soaring to new heights of emotion. All that training, all those gruelling sessions when I never felt like her goal was even possible, but I did it. I did it. And every one of the attendees gave me every ounce of power in our lungs to let me know how appreciated I am and will always be. My spirits rise right out of my chest, their shouts of joy echoing around. We cheer for the love of seeing how great our kind can be, that we are capable of the victories that so often only live on our dreams.

However, as much as I wanted to relish in my victory, I knew other physical tests, harder than this one, will arise soon. I quickly ordered Grandma's robots to each carry a bench over and a tub of water bottles, so that not only I can lie down and rest, but also so that the other competitors worthy of first place can calm their raging nerves as well. 

"WOW!!" Uncle Mic's voice boomed again. "(Y/n) is even getting resting spots for the rest of the competitors! WHO CAN BE AS GENEROUS AS HER?! MADE OUT OF HERO MATERIAL, SHE IS!"

As I sat down with a drink bottle in my hand, I stared intently at the screen showcasing Sparky's and Shouto's fight.

Actually, I tried. In the end, from all the exhaustion, I...I...

I sort of slept.