All Might's thoughts mirrored Momo's earlier specution about Tetsutetsu, but he still found the situation incredible.
In this world, while the uanding of Quirk Awakening isn't perfect, the basic rules are well established.
Most people awaken their Quirks before the age of four, aainly han six. For Kaminari to suddenly "awaken" something new now? That was bizarre, to say the least.
If it wasn't an awakening, though, then what could it be?
"Kaminari…"
All Might frowned as he thought about the electrifying young man. The more he pohe more curious and bewildered he became. Kaminari uzzle he couldn't quite figure out.
Meanwhile, Kaminari paid no attention to All Might or anyone else for that matter. Even if he could guess what others were thinking, he wouldn't care.
To him, the Iron Sand Series was like the Six Styles: a secret skill.
The cept of bining "meditation" aric current manipution" to trol magism was something Kaminari po keep to himself.
It wasn't as if he was the only lightning Quirk user in the world. While his abilities were unique in some ways, the basic principles were the same as other electricity-based Quirks.
Take that electricity Quirk vilin he entered during the USJ attack, if people like that got wind of his teique, they might be able to reverse-engi. And who's to say they wouldn't use it against him iure?
The bottom line was simple: why should he share this method with anyone?
Kaminari had no desire to be some benevolent teacher handing out teiques for free. He wasn't obligated to give others the tools to pete with him.
The first person to finish the race soon arrived at the designated location: Bakugo Katsuki.
But despite finishing first, Bakugo's face was a mask of frustration rather than triumph. His eyes were locked on Kaminari as he approached on his floating iron sand.
"He… he's gotterain…"
Bakugo's hands trembled as memories of the past week flooded his mind.
"What the hell was I doing these past seven days?"
Hairdressing, trying on jeans, patrolling…
"Damn it!!!"
Regret and rage swirled in his chest. If he could go back, he would never have chose Jeanist for his workpce experienever!
It ainfully clear now: Best Jeanist's polished and professional approach wasn't patible with Bakugo's explosive nature.
With a gust of wind, Kaminari floated down gracefully on his "flying iron pte." Just as it was about to touch the ground, the pte disied into iron sand, swirling behind him like a shadowy storm.
Strangely, even after nding, Kaminari kept his eyes closed. He stood silently in front of All Might and Bakugo, as though lost in thought.
Moments ter, Todoroki arrived on a path of gleaming ice. Tokoyami followed soon after, his expression as calm and reserved as ever. Lastly, there was Aoyama, stubbornly propelling himself forward with his naval ser.
Aoyama's persistence was… admirable, if not slightly ical. His glittering cape was in tatters, and his uniform was covered in dirt and scrapes from tless falls. But no matter how many times he stumbled, he refused to walk on two legs like a normal person.
Meanwhile, Kaminari was deep in thought, oblivious to the others around him.
"What should I do with this iron sand?" he wondered. "Just leave it here? Seems like a waste…"
Then, somethiraordinary happened.
tered oform where Kaminari, All Might, and Bakugo stood, iron sand began rising from the surrounding area. From the soil, from cracks in the pipes, and even from the steel structures themselves, bck particles floated into the air.
The swirling iron sand coalesced into an enormous mass, moving with an almost se intelligence.
"What is he doing now?" All Might muttered, narrowing his eyes at the dispy.
Even Bakugo's usual scowl gave way to wide-eyed disbelief as the bck mass tio grow.
It was clear that Kaminari wasn't just experimenting. He was about to do something… dramatic.
In truth, Kaminari had a mischievous pn brewing in his mind.
He wao make a mark on U.A.—to leave something unfettable. He wasn't just here to pete; he wao create a legend.
"Alright, maybe this is a bit over the top," he admitted to himself. "But hey, if I'm going to do this, I might as well go all out!"
And so, with unwavering focus, he tinued shaping the iron sand.
On the viewing ptform, the rest of Css 1-A watched in stunned silence.
Tetsutetsu, Kirishima, Momo, Kyoka, all of them were speechless as the swirling mass began to take shape.
Two mier, when Kaminari's "work" was plete, the entire arena was left in shock.
Standing in the ter of Sports Field Y was a t, teer-tall sculpture made entirely of iron sand.
The sculpture was a replica of Kaminari himself, dressed in his battle gear and striking a heroic pose. The bck iron figure loomed over the industrial ndscape, gazing toward the U.A. teag building like a silent guardian.
From the perspective of the satellite cameras, the se was surreal. The massive, dark figure stood out starkly against the dense industrial enviro, its shadow stretg ominously across the field.
Silence fell over the field and the viewing ptform.
Whether it was Todoroki, Bakugo, or the rest of the css, everyoared at the sculpture with their mouths agape.
Finally, it was All Might who broke the silence, his voice trembling.
"Kaminari… what… what are you doing?!"
Kaminari opened his golden eyes slowly and turo face All Might. Without a hint of embarrassment, he gestured toward the sculpture and smiled.
"I thought the sery here was to, so I decided to make some art for the school. At the same time, I tested my new Quirk, Iron trol!"
"Art… artwork?" All Might's face twitched as he tried to process the absurdity of what he'd just heard.
"No, wait—what did you just say?" he stammered. "New Quirk?"
Kaminari nodded fidently.
"Yep, I awakehe ability to trol iron sand five days ago. It's still a bit rough, though. I have to y eyes and trate to use it properly."
He smiled again, his expression calm and collected.
Yes, this was his pn all along: to pass off the Iron Sand Series as a newly awakened Quirk.
