The sun slowly began to illuminate the world.

The air seemed to be full of tranquility and peace, as the birds chirped and the world came alive.

Still, this peace was only apparent.

Currently, in Mirko’s bedroom, a fierce fight between two crazy beasts was slowly coming to an end.

During all the night, Mirko’s cries, crazy pleas for pleasure, and every other noise she could make not to mention the sound of bodies on body collision never stopped. The two went crazy enough to knock the door open. When Mirko fell down, he dragged her back in. She almost sounded as though she pled for mercy.

In turn, when he needed a breather, she strangled his neck and continued squirming on him.

The room only quietened down when the sun came down the next day. The ignorant would’ve thought the room was a coliseum where a warrior and a lion fought for an entire day before both fell.

The bed was destroyed, the door was completely cracked open, some fissure could be seen on the window. Even the intern bath wasn’t spared.

An overpowering odor of sex able to knock down anyone was waffling off from the room. Multiple fluids of suspicious nature covered every part of the room.

Right now, as grunt continued to sound in the house, Mirko could be seen kneeling on the floor in all her body shook while Kuroha continued pumping behind her. Her entire body from the interior to the exterior was covered in a white substance.

A distant look could be seen in her eyes as if she wasn’t even conscious..

“Kuh~!”

Kuroha trembled a little as he releases once again inside of her. Mirko, her eyes blank, simply trembled before slumping on the ground.

Once he finished, he slowly went out with a plop. A large amount of white cloudy liquid slowly gushing out of her.

Kuroha admired his work before slowly lifting his two fists in the sky.

“I won.”

‘I have proven that...I AM NOT A SHOTA!’

----

While Kuroha was having savoring the victory he fought an entire night for, the other students who were slowly going toward school had other problems in mind.

What was the sports festival?

Every Japanese school had such a festival once a year. It was an occasion were students competed with each other and showed their skills and talent.

The festival of UA wasn’t different in essence. It was just on a far larger scale.

This was a very important competition for the students since, even though there was no price outside of a medal, it was an occasion to show their skills to all the heroes and all those who were watching.

In short, those with good results would have a much higher chance of becoming pro heroes.

No student knows what events they will be participating in until the day.

Still, this did not stop all of them to train harshly for it.

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"Izuku, be careful to not get hurt."

Midoriya Izuku who was currently preparing himself smiled at the words of his mother.

"Okay."

"I'll record it okay? In high resolution. Do your best."

"Don't worry mother."

After waving his hands he opened the door and began to run toward the school.

It didn't take long for him to reach UA. Though seeing the current states he wondered how he would enter.

Currently, the gate of UA was being swarmed by a horde of Journalists.

This year, the bag check was more comprehensive. After all with the recent event it never hurts to be more careful.

'I wonder how Kuroha is doing'

He could feel that Kuroha was out of it recently. It was as if he simply didn't want to give his all anymore. A bitter smile formed at this thought,

'Not that he ever gave his all in the first place.'

Izuku knew, more than anyone else, that Kuroha never went all out during the different mock training. The worst?

'He became stronger.'

He was sure of it. He could feel it in his gut. He did not know by how much. But Kuroha became even more dangerous than he was initially. But,

'I will give him a big surprise.'

He hadn't been idle either. He was sure that he would manage to surprise him. He clenched his fist,

----FLASHBACK

"The U.A sports festival is something pro heroes… No, the whole country is closely watching. A big event! That is what I brought you here to talk about!"

In a sparsely decorated office. A man with sunken face and golden hair was speaking with great intensity.

"The next All Might… The fledgling symbol of peace… Midoriya Izuku. I want you to tell the world I AM HERE!"

Facing him was a young green haired boy with a serious expression.

"How?"

All Might hearing this question. Began to walk toward the sofa as he asked,

"You know the sport festival system right?"

"Yes of course."

Izuku nodded and continued,

"The support, business, general studies and hero courses come together and fight through preliminary games of different types by class year. The students who make it through face off in the finals. In short, it's a round-Robin tournament divided by grade."

All Might was pleased with this a he said with excitement,

"THAT'S RIGHT! In other words, you can sell yourself with everything you've got!"

"But… What the use?"

The room fell in a strangely awkward silence.

"I mean what you say is absolutely correct. But honestly it's kind of hard to get into it after the recent events. Besides you, Sir Nighteye and Milienia are already teaching me, so I am not really motivated to stand out at the sports festival. Also even if I wanted to do so I think Kuroha would stand out far more than me."

"NONSENSE!!"

The shoot from All Might brought him out from his musing.

All Might this time wasn't in his scrawny form but in his true one.

A heavy pressure immediately filled the room, as he cold blue eyes glimmered with lights

"Those who are always aiming for the top and those who aren't. That slight difference in attitude will have a big impact once you go out in society."

Seeing Midoriya lower his head. All Might sighed and returned to his sickly appearance.

"I understand how you feel and this is more for me than for you. I won't force you. However, I hope you won't forget how you felt back then at the beach park."

After saying this, he stood up and continued,

"Do you know the difference between you and Kuroha? For him, even now, he still sees himself as weak and search for more power. He doesn't compare himself to the students but to the pro heroes himself."

He let out another sigh,

"Midoriya-Shonen. Do not become complacent. Do not become arrogant. Never forget! Your goal is to become the number one!"

---FLASHBACK END

A determined expression formed on his face as he thought,

'I will win and I will become the number one!'