"Although creating sculptures that resemble humans is prohibited, other designs that aren't too large... well, as long as they qualify as 'artworks,' the school has decided to allow them to remain on this field for future generations. Let's see how it goes."
"Oh, really?"
Kaminari's mood instantly brightened upon hearing this, but he still raised a skeptical golden eyebrow for confirmation.
"Yes, really," All Might affirmed with a nod, though it was clear he didn't fully understand the principal's reasoning. "But the 'artworks' you create must match the style of the environment here!"
"What about the quantity? Is it limited to just one?"
As their conversation progressed, Kaminari's interest grew. Initially, creating this 'statue' had been a spur-of-the-moment decision, but he hadn't anticipated it turning into something significant.
"One? Isn't that enough? How many are you planning to make?"
All Might blinked in surprise, clearly caught off guard, while awaiting further instructions from the principal.
"I haven't decided on a specific number yet, but as long as they aren't humanoid, aren't too big, and fit the aesthetics of this place, wouldn't more be fine?"
"So it's okay to make several, right?" Kaminari restated All Might's earlier conditions, then offered a polite smile as he suggested it.
"This…"
All Might hesitated for a moment before nodding cautiously. "Alright, that's allowed."
"Thank you, Sensei!"
Kaminari expressed his gratitude with proper manners but then closed his eyes, deep in thought. It seems someone higher up in the hero hierarchy wants this to happen and is relaying the message through All Might.
He had noticed All Might slightly nodding and listening to something earlier, and it didn't take much to deduce what was going on. Failing to pick up on something so obvious would've been plain foolish.
But why would U.A. High allow this?
And why invite me to perform during the opening ceremony of the sports festival? Now that I think about it, this is starting to feel strange…
Meanwhile, in Principal Nezu's office, the small yet highly intelligent creature sat calmly, monitoring Kaminari through a screen.
"From one perspective, this is promising. His creativity and initiative could bring something valuable," Principal Nezu mused aloud, his tone tinged with concern. "But on the other hand, it's also troubling. His disregard for rules shows his perception of boundaries is dangerously light. If he's not careful, his nature might grow indistinguishable from that of a villain."
Nezu's sharp eyes remained fixed on the screen as he continued. "We need to reinforce Kaminari's connection with heroism, make him value it more deeply. If he can hold heroes in higher regard, it'll help solidify his recognition and appreciation for the hero community as a whole."
The principal's gaze lingered on Kaminari, whose eyes were still shut in contemplation, as his thoughts returned to the discussions from previous meetings.
I hope everything we've done and will continue to do will guide you to the right path.
Back on the screen, Kaminari moved, or rather, the massive figure before him began to shift.
Starting from the head of the 'black iron statue,' the structure began to break down visibly, disintegrating into streams of floating black sand-like particles.
One of the smaller streams floated to Kaminari's feet, forming into a flat iron plate that gently lifted him into the air.
Bakugo and Todoroki exchanged a quick glance before turning their attention back to Kaminari.
They didn't know what he was planning, but there was an oddly familiar sense of anticipation stirring within them.
"This guy's showing off again," Bakugo muttered, rolling his eyes.
To be fair, while Kaminari didn't deliberately flaunt his abilities all the time, whenever he did, he always went big—turning it into an unforgettable spectacle.
"The environment here is industrial," Kaminari murmured to himself, surveying the surrounding equipment and structures. "With all this machinery and architecture… I've got it."
Hovering mid-air, he closed his eyes briefly before opening them with clear determination. He began manipulating the iron sand with purpose.
"Here we go!"
From the stands, Kyoka tilted her head slightly, looking up at him. "I wonder what Kaminari's planning this time."
Momo standing beside her, nodded thoughtfully. "He usually avoids drawing attention to himself. But when he does… he makes sure to leave a lasting impression."
Kyoka smirked. "Yeah, he doesn't care for small-scale attention. When Kaminari shows off, he goes all out—big, dramatic, and impossible to ignore."
It had to be said, Kyoka understood him quite well.
"Wait, are those… magnets?"
Tetsutetsu suddenly pointed to Kaminari's left, about ten meters away, his voice filled with surprise.
Everyone turned to look and noticed the particles shifting into familiar shapes.
"Those are… Little Magnetons!"
"Isn't that a Magnemite? And there's a group of Magnetons over there!" Sero exclaimed, his finger pointing skyward.
"Hey, I think I saw a Squirtle!" Uraraka shouted in excitement.
"There's a Poliwag… and a Poliwhirl too," Asui said softly, her lips pursed as she observed the scene.
"And that's a Vulpix! The one next to it… it's a Ninetales!"
"Whoa, look at the Charizard! It's even breathing fire!"
Kirishima suddenly burst out laughing and pointed at a black 'Fire Monkey' floating in the air. "Hey, doesn't that look just like Bakugo?!"
"You're dead if Bakugo hears you," Midoriya muttered under his breath, suppressing a laugh.
As everyone said, hundreds of black 'Pokémon' figures now floated in the air around Kaminari, spreading out over a 100-meter radius.
"Look, Kaminari's moving!" Mineta called out.
Sure enough, not just Kaminari but all the 'Pokémon' figures around him began to move.
One by one, the figures started descending, finding positions on the ground or various industrial structures.
For instance, a group of Magnetons clung to a long, thick steel pipe. Some tilted downward, others upward, their poses dynamic and lifelike.
Nearby, a black Charizard stood atop a building, its mouth open in a silent roar, as though breathing fire. Its sleek black body reflected sunlight, glowing faintly white.
When Kaminari finally floated back to All Might, the entire sports ground had been transformed.
"You… You turned this place into a 'Pokémon' theme park?!" All Might stammered, looking around in awe at the stunning display.
"No," Kaminari corrected, his tone calm yet resolute. "I think it's more fitting to call them… 'art.'"