Dekiru 10: The Symbol Of Peace And The Protector Of Earth

Chapter 30: Explosive Confrontation!

"OUR NEXT MATCH IS KIND OF POETIC IF YOU ASK ME! THE GIRL WHO CAN CREATE ANYTHING VERSUS THE BOY WHO CAN TRANSFORM INTO ANYTHING! IZUKU MIDORIYA VERSUS MOMO YAOYOROZU!"

Midnight's announcement thundered across the stadium, met with an eruption of cheers. The energy in the air was palpable, each spectator leaning forward with anticipation. Izuku stepped onto the arena, his green eyes glowing with quiet determination. His breaths were steady, his movements precise. This wasn't just a battle; it was a test of everything he had learned.

Across the arena, Momo Yaoyorozu stood tall, her fingers twitching with a mix of nerves and resolve. Anxiety clawed at her, but she refused to let it show. Her onyx eyes locked onto Izuku's, her heartbeat hammering in her chest.

"This is it," she thought, taking in a sharp breath. "My chance to face him, to prove myself. Midoriya won't hold back, and neither will I."

Her grip tightened, her muscles coiling like springs. "He's smarter, stronger, and faster... but that doesn't mean I'll give up. I'll find a way to win."

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From the Class 1-A stands, the tension was palpable. Conversations were scattered, uncertainty in every voice.

"Man, who do we even cheer for?" Kaminari asked, slumping back with a groan.

"I'm rooting for Midobro," Kirishima said, cracking a grin. "Yaoyorozu's insanely smart, but Midoriya? He's got smarts and power. No contest."

"I don't know about that." Ashido pumped her fist in the air. "Go Yaomomo! She's got this!"

"Yeah, Yaomomo!" Hagakure chimed in.

Iida, sitting rigidly, adjusted his glasses. "Observing this match is crucial. Either one could be my next opponent."

"Really? I figured you'd wait in your room," Kaminari teased.

"I would prefer to witness their strategies firsthand," Iida replied.

Kyoka crossed her arms, smirking. "You just don't want to wait ten minutes for them to fix the arena after Midoriya wrecks it."

The group chuckled, though Kaminari raised a brow. "Wait, do you really think he'll-"

Everyone stared at him blankly, the silence heavy with certainty.

"...Oh. Right. Never mind."

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"Are you two ready?" Midnight's voice silenced the crowd, her presence commanding as she raised her whip.

Izuku gave a single, firm nod. He pressed the Omnitrix, the device lighting up with its iconic glow. The dial spun rapidly, silhouettes of alien forms flickering across the hologram.

On the opposite side, Momo's breath hitched. Her stance shifted, her heart pounding in time with the growing anticipation.

"Midoriya will want to end this fast," she thought, her mind racing. "If he transforms into Fasttrack, I won't be able to keep up. Most of his forms have an advantage over me... but that doesn't mean I'm defenseless."

Izuku's hand slammed down on the Omnitrix. A flash of emerald light erupted, bathing the arena in a blinding glow. As the light faded, Diamondhead stood tall, his crystalline body catching the sunlight and scattering rainbows across the field. He rolled his shoulders, the sound of crackling crystal echoing like thunder.

"BEGIN!" Midnight's whip cracked, signaling the start.

Diamondhead moved first. With a sharp, ground-shaking rumble, jagged green crystals erupted from the arena floor. They shot toward Momo's position like spears, forcing her to leap to the side in a burst of speed.