Boom!
Boom!
With a series of dull explosions, several rge clusters of "golden sand" appeared around the golden figure of Crocodile.
This was the result of Kaminari throwing out the remaining "Golden Poké Balls," eae releasing a surge of golden particles into the battlefield.
"All set up for you. The step is up to you," Kaminari said calmly. Then, as if remembering something, he added, "Oh, and don't blindly imitate the skills from the database. Try using the teiques we practiced yesterday."
"Uood, Master," came the response from the cer's Golden Cloth. The voice ikachu's, but it left Kaminari feeling a pang ret.
What he really wanted was for the Crocodile figure itself to respond with something like:
"Guhahahaha!"
"I know what to do. Just watd learn!"
Even if it was over the top, it would've felt more alive. Kaminari couldn't help but wish that this "Sand Crocodile" could one day act more indepely—maybe even fight alongside him like a true ally.
"Still, it's a bit too big," Kaminari mused. "Maybe I should try Gaara ime."
As Kaminari was lost in thought, Crocodile sprang into a.
With a swipe of its golden hook, twe masses of golden sand surged forward, f a tidal wave that rushed toward Snatch like a r sea.
Snatch, watg the wave of sand ing at him, couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions.
Am I not the Sand Hero here? he thought wryly. Shouldn't I be the one using a sand attack against him?
Still, as a seasoned Pro Hero, Snatch quickly suppressed these unnecessary thoughts. His focus sharpened, and his Quirk activated with precision.
Two seas of sand—one khaki, one golden—collided with a resounding crash, their csh dividing the training hall into two distinct zones.
"Oh?"
Kaminari raised an eyebrow as he observed the se. The two sand masses pushed against each other with equal ferocity, her giving an inch.
"How iing. He jure this much sand?" Kaminari murmured to himself, his sharp golden eyes analyzing Snatch's ability.
At the moment, Crocodile's attack sisted of nearly 200 kilograms of golden sand. Including Crocodile itself, which had merged with the goldehe total weight had reached around 300 kilograms.
But Snatch's khaki sand was holding its own, which was surprising. After all, Snatch's body clearly didn't weigh anywhere near 300 kilograms.
"That means his Quirk must allow him to increase the volume of sand he gee," Kaminari deduced. "It's not just a matter of transf his body into sand, it must involve some form of augmentation through training or ditioning."
His thoughts turo Snatch's bat uniform, specifically the Hero's muscur arms. It was clear that physical fitness pyed a signifit role in the effectiveness of his Quirk.
"But if this is all he's got, it's still far from what I expected…" Kaminari muttered softly.
With that, he issued another and. One of the three remaining clusters of golden sand waiting in the air joihe battle, merging into Crocodile's "sea." The golden tide swelled, gaining another 100 kilograms in mass.
"Let's see where your limit is," Kaminari said, his tone calm but calcuted. His golden eyes narrowed as he tio observe.
"Pikachu, lift me up."
In response, a smaller cluster of golden sand broke away and flew beh Kaminari's feet. As he stepped onto it, the sand carried him into the air, giving him a clear vantage point over the battle below.
The sight was almost surreal—Kaminari, h like a ander, watg a war unfold between two seas of sand.
On the ground, the khaki sand Snatch trolled began to falter uhe pressure of the additional golden sand. It was slowly being pushed back.
But the struggle didn't st long before the two sides returo an uneasy stalemate.
"Keep up the pressure," Kaminari ordered coolly. "But if he 't ha, pull back immediately."
As he spoke, another 100 kilograms of golden sand joined Crocodile's attack, increasing the total to 500 kilograms.
Snatow fully immersed in the khaki sand, grimaced as sweat dripped from his forehead. Despite his best efforts, it was clear he was struggling to hold his ground.
"Hmph… where is all this sand ing from?!" he muttered, his voice tight with exertion. His lower body had already started retreating, and his upper body was forced to "elementalize" further to maintain trol.
"Impressive," Midnight murmured from her position as referee. Her lips were slightly parted in awe as she watched the se unfold. "Kaminari's bat suit alone is enough to suppress Snatch…"
Meanwhile, Aizawa, seated with Kaminari's parents, narrowed his eyes in thought.
"This is SIS alloy? A bat uniform… with this mubat power?"
Like most Heroes, Aizawa had always thought of bat uniforms as tools—useful, yes, but ultimately sedary to a Hero's Quirk. Today was the first time he'd seen one used as a primary on.
The se unfolding before him was a revetion, challenging everythihought he knew about the limitations of Hero teology.
But as he tio watch, a sinking realizatio over him.
"Wait…"
Aizawa's gaze so Kaminari, who was still h serenely in the air.
I've lost trol of the situation.
His pn had been simple: if Kaminari went too far, he would use Erasure to cel the boy's Quirk and stop the fight.
But now, Kaminari wasn't using his Quirk at all. Every move he made relied otle suit's capabilities. Aizawa's Erasure was pletely iive against it.
And just like that, the tingen he'd been relying on crumbled.
Meanwhile, Kaminari hovered above the battlefield, fully aware of the shift in dynamics.
This was exactly why he'd put so much effort into developing his battle suit. Sure, it was fshy and cool, but its true purpose ran deeper. It was his termeasure against individuals like Aizawa and Shinso, people whose Quirks were desigo ralize their oppos.
In the past, Kaminari had been helpless against Aizawa's Erasure. No matter how much he refined his Quirk, it was useless if Aizawa could simply erase it.
But now… the tables had turned. Kaminari had bee the one who could ter Aizawa, his homeroom teacher!
Remember the first time Kaminari met Aizawa? From that moment on, he had been thinking about how to deal with "Erasure," a Quirk far too overpowered in one-on-one bat.
Now, he had finally succeeded.
