(This is multiple pov)
"I can't believe you're actually letting him do this," Izuku whispered to Momo, his eyes never leaving the figure of his brother, Anos, who stood tall and unyielding in the center of the training arena. The sun cast a glow around Anos, making his white hair seem almost ethereal.
"It's his decision," Momo responded, her voice equally low. "And you know he can handle it."
Izuku nodded, his gaze still on his brother. Anos had always been the strong one, the one who took everything in stride. Izuku often felt like he was living in the shadow of Anos' greatness, especially since the revelation of his own quirk, One For All. It was a heavy burden, but it was also a bond that connected them in a way that nothing else could.
Their eyes met briefly across the arena, and for a second, Izuku saw something in Anos' gaze that made his heart clench. Was it doubt? Fear? But it was gone as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by that unwavering coolness that was his brother's trademark. Anos looked back at Bakugo, the challenge in his eyes unmistakable.
The fight was brutal. Anos' punches landed with the force of a meteor, leaving craters in the ground and sending shockwaves through the air. Bakugo's explosions painted the arena with a fiery dance, each one a declaration of his unyielding spirit. The ground trembled with the impact of their blows, and the air grew hot and thick with the smell of burnt earth and sweat.
Yet, amidst the chaos, there was a rhythm, a pattern that began to emerge. Anos' precision and speed against Bakugo's brute force and unpredictability. It was a dance of power and strategy that had the audience on the edge of their seats. Each punch, each explosion, brought them closer to their breaking points.
As the minutes ticked by, it became clear that this wasn't just a training exercise anymore. It was a battle of ideals, of what it meant to be a hero. Anos, the reincarnated protector, fighting to uphold justice and peace, and Bakugo, the volatile prodigy, driven by his desire to be the strongest. They were two sides of the same coin, locked in a struggle that echoed the very essence of heroism.
Izuku felt his own power stirring within him, a gentle hum that grew louder with every clash between Anos and Bakugo. He knew he couldn't interfere, not yet. But as the battle reached its climax, he knew that he had to be ready to support his brother, no matter the outcome.
The final blow was like a thunderclap, a collision of wills that shook the very foundation of the training arena. When the dust settled, only one would stand. And in that moment, as the crowd held their breath, the future of hero society would be forever changed.
Bakugo and I, we were both panting, our chests heaving with the exertion of the battle. The room was a canvas of destruction, with scorch marks and craters marring the once pristine floor. Our clothes were in tatters, hanging from our bruised and scarred bodies like flags of war. The air was thick with dust, making it hard to see, but I could feel the intensity of our standoff like a living thing.
The teachers had gathered around the edges of the arena, their eyes filled with a mix of worry and admiration. Aizawa's stern voice cut through the silence. "Let them go," he said, his eyes on the principal, who looked ready to jump in and stop the fight. "They need to learn to channel their emotions into their quirks."
All Might hesitated, his hand hovering over his communicator. He knew Aizawa was right; this wasn't just a spar anymore. It was a battle of wills, a test of character. But watching the two young heroes go at it with such ferocity was tearing at his heart. Still, he stepped back, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.
I wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, his eyes narrowed in determination. "You're good, Bakugo," I conceded, my voice strained. "But it's time to end this."
The air grew heavier, charged with the raw power that was building between us. It was a dance of destruction, a symphony of pain and grit. We circled each other, looking for an opening, our breaths echoing through the dust-filled room. The teachers watched, their eyes filled with a mix of pride and anxiety. Aizawa took a swig from his water bottle, his eyes never leaving us. His expression was unreadable, but there was a hint of something in his gaze that made me wonder if he knew more about my past than he let on.
Bakugo's fists crackled with energy, his eyes burning with the desire to prove himself. He was a volcano, ready to erupt at any moment, and I knew that his next attack would be his strongest yet. I braced myself, my muscles coiled like a spring, ready to absorb the impact and redirect the force.
"You think you can beat me with that weak power?" he sneered, his voice a mix of anger and frustration. "I'll show you what true strength looks like!"
I could feel the energy building within him, the explosive power that had earned him the nickname "Dynamight." The air grew hotter, the pressure mounting like a volcano about to blow. And then it happened.
With a roar that could shake the very earth beneath us, Bakugo launched a mega-sized explosion. It was a fiery maelstrom, a conflagration that engulfed the arena. I stood my ground, my eyes locked on his, my heart pounding in sync with the thundering boom of his quirk.
The heat was intense, searing my skin, but I didn't flinch. Instead, I raised my hand, my palm glowing with a blue aura that grew brighter with every pulse of energy that surged through me and I knew it was time to show him what I was truly capable of.
As the explosion reached its peak, I slammed my hand down, creating a barrier of pure force that absorbed the blast and sent it ricocheting back at Bakugo. His eyes went wide as he realized his mistake, but it was too late. The power reflected back at him with a speed that not even his quirk could match.
He flew back, crashing through the barrier with a thunderous boom, leaving a crater where he had once stood. The dust settled, revealing a bruised and battered Bakugo, his eyes glazed over with shock. I didn't move, my hand still outstretched, the afterimage of the blast still shimmering in the air.
The arena was silent, the only sound the distant wail of a siren outside. The teachers exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of disbelief and a newfound respect. Momo's eyes were wide with awe, her hand over her mouth, while Izuku's were filled with something else—fear.
I stepped forward, my hand dropping to my side, the blue aura fading.
He groaned, pushing himself up on one elbow, his eyes focusing on me with newfound respect. "You're...insane," he murmured, a hint of admiration in his voice.
Momo rushed to his side, her medical bag in hand. She began assessing his injuries, her brow furrowed in concern. "Bakugo, can you move your fingers? Your toes?" she asked, her voice steady and calm.
"Yeah, I can move them" he grunted, trying to sit up. "I'm not done yet!"
But the teachers were already moving in, Aizawa's hand on my shoulder, gently pushing me back. "That's enough, Anos. You've made your point."
I looked down at my trembling hand, the power that had once been so familiar now feeling alien, a force that could cause so much destruction. I took a deep breath, letting the energy dissipate, my eyes never leaving Bakugo's. He was still defiant, his eyes never leaving mine, but there was a newfound respect in them that hadn't been there before.
The silence was shattered by the sound of sirens growing louder outside. The teachers exchanged worried glances, their focus shifting from us to the chaos beyond the arena walls. All Might's expression grew grim as he turned to the principal. "It seems we have an emergency on our hands. We need to wrap this up and get the students to safety!"
The principal nodded, his own eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation. "All right, Aizawa, you're in charge. Get the students to the shelter immediately!"
As the teachers sprang into action, guiding the students out of the arena, I turned to Izuku, his eyes wide and uncertain. "Looks like we're needed out there," I said, trying to keep my voice calm despite the storm of emotions raging within me.
He nodded, his gaze flicking to Bakugo before he took a deep breath. "Let's go, Anos," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sirens.