Todoroki vs. Sero

The Cementoss's hand touched the ground, and the giant hand slowly descended like an elevator, returning to the arena. Midoriya stood on the giant hand, staring blankly at the cheering audience, and smiled.

I've won!

He then looked towards the audience seats where Toru Hagakure had been knocked away, and became worried. Had he gone too far?

Before Midoriya could even think, Cementoss placed him on a stretcher carried by two medical robots that rushed onto the stage, and sent him to the treatment point below the stage in a "sudden death" pose.

Rui En stood there, and upon seeing Midoriya, he helplessly put his hands on his hips, then smiled smugly, "It's you again, Midoriya- kun. But this time, Jilan won't be helping you. Your treatment is mine, Rui En's!"

"Dr. Rui En..." Midoriya lay on the stretcher, looking at Rui En, who was wearing a white coat but had a somewhat malicious smile, and involuntarily shivered.

To be honest, Jilan Jiyu didn't expect this result either. He knew that Midoriya had a higher chance of winning, but he didn't expect the result to be so... tragic.

Although Toru Hagakure was ultimately defeated by Midoriya's desperate gamble, his performance was still quite impressive, at least in the eyes of the Pro Hero.

"This match was ridiculous. It was just some kid running around aimlessly. There was absolutely no entertainment value," a man sitting two seats away from Jilan Jiyu complained to the woman next to him. "You should probably reconsider whether our Gian should apply to this school for high school."

"That's right, the people at this school really have no manners. Just because our baby broke their camera, they gave us the cold shoulder. Do they think we're easy targets?"

The woman was obese and kept stuffing potato chips into her mouth. A chubby little child squatted beside her, fiddling with screws on a chair.

"What despicable guys! No way, I have to go up and teach them a lesson!" Toru Hagakure couldn't help but want to teach these two a lesson after hearing them so freely commenting on the competition.

"Don't be impulsive," Jilan Jiyu said calmly, holding Hagakure down. "Someone will come and deal with them."

"But speaking of which, how did you know my location?" Jilan Jiyu lowered their heads. Although there was nothing there, they could feel something pressing down on them.

Its name is Toru Hagakure.

"Hehe, this just means we're destined to be together," Toru Hagakure said with a smile.

There were still two matches between Jilan and Kaminari, so Jilan went up to the stands and found a quiet corner to sit down. After Toru Hagakure off the field by Midoriya with great force, he suddenly felt an invisible weight pressing down on him, and he barely managed to counteract the recoil by using Hamon.

Although she didn't say anything at first, judging from the feeling Jilan had when she instinctively hugged her, it was no different from the softness and tightness she had felt during the simulation training. She then tossed her to the empty seat to her right in an annoyed manner.

Although very small, a few streaks of blood appeared in the void.

Jilan Jiyu suggested that Toru Hagakure go see a doctor down there, but Hagakure stubbornly stayed there, saying that he had lost his dignity and the game, and he had no face to seek treatment down there.

Although she said that, judging from her still cheerful voice, she didn't take it seriously at all.

Jilan Jiyu found it troublesome, so he took her hand and channeled his Hamon into her body to heal her injuries. This way, the light generated when releasing her Quirk would not expose Hagakure.

To Jilan's surprise, Hagakure's injuries were all minor abrasions and superficial wounds. After the treatment, since Ye Yin was unwilling to leave, Jilan let her be.

"Hey, your seat looks pretty good, do you want to give it to me?" Jilan turned her head and saw a chubby little boy wearing a yellow-brown striped shirt squeeze through his parents' side, speaking directly without any attempt to hide his intentions.

"I, uh--"

Jilan first pressed her right hand precisely against Hagakure's mouth, squinting as she asked, "Who are you? Do I know you?"

"My name is Takeshi Goda!" He proudly patted his chest. "Anything I set my sights on is mine!"

"Is that so..." Jilan Jiyu chuckled and stood up from their seats. "Alright then, you can have this seat."

After saying that, Jilan pushed Hagakure towards the stands below.

Takeshi Goda jumped onto the seat where Jilan had been sitting, squatted down, put his hand on his forehead, and laughed loudly, "Still a student at U.A. High School.? What a bunch of cowards! I, Takeshi Goda, would never go to a school like that!"

Several people around him glared at him, but when they saw that he was a primary school student and that his parents, who looked like they weren't going to be bullied, sat next to him, they swallowed their words.

"Let me go, Jilan! I'm going to teach him a lesson! He's just a brat, yet he's so rude! And his parents, is this how they discipline children?" Toru Hagakure indignantly.

Hearing what Takeshi Goda said, Jilan Jiyu paused for a moment, a slight smile appearing on her lips. She ruffled Hagakure's hair haphazardly with one hand and said to her with a serious expression, "He's just a child."

"Honestly, Jilan, you're too gentle." Although Toru Hagakure was still a little dissatisfied, he accepted the outcome and his voice gradually softened. "And, please stop ruffling my hair."

Yes, he's just a child, so—we absolutely mustn't let him get away with it.

After Jilan Jiyu left, Takeshi Goda found a golden game coin hidden in the crevice of a chair. He picked it up with some excitement and ran to his parents.

"Dad, Mom, look, these are the game coins I just picked up!"

The middle-aged man's expression changed. It was gold; could it be a gold coin?

"Gian, this is a bit valuable. Let Dad keep it for you." With that, he snatched the gold coin from his son's hand without further ado, stuffed it into his inner pocket, and continued watching the game, ignoring his son's displeasure.

During the match between Todoroki and Sero, as he looked at the ice-covered arena, he suddenly felt a warmth in his heart. He took out his gold coin, and was startled to see the melting gold. The hot coin slipped from his hand and rolled into the gap under his seat.

Shoto Todoroki defeated Sero with an ice barrier that covered half the arena. He then used his left hand to thaw Sero was shivering inside the ice, and whispered, "Sorry, I'm not in a good mood today."

"As expected of someone recommended for admission, he advanced with second and first place in the first two rounds, and then swiftly defeated his opponent with a beautiful ice move. Clearly, Shoto Todoroki is simply not in his league!"

Amid Mic's exclamation, a frantic voice suddenly rang out from the stands. "Fire! Help! Put it out!"

A raging fire broke out on the seat of a middle-aged, obese man. The fire covered only his seat and the seat right next to him. His pants were burned off, and he quickly pulled them down, revealing his red underwear, and continued to pat the flames.

The woman sitting next to him had her shawl burned off by the flames. Instead of looking at her still struggling husband, she knelt on another empty seat, wailing, "This shawl I just bought with months' wages!"

Surprisingly, despite the commotion, the people sitting around them all seemed indifferent and had no intention of helping.

Some people wanted to go up and help, but were stopped by the people below. After hearing about the family's character, the people who came to help also gave them a look of contempt.

Shoto Todoroki didn't understand what was happening in the stands, but he saw his father, the Pro Hero Endeavor, standing at the very back of the stands, looking at him with an emotionless gaze over the burning flames.