"You lose, Midoriya..."

  Ora-clear big s, Kaminari stood tall behind Midoriya, who was still frozen in pce. Kaminari's hand was restily on the baidoriya's neck, a move that suggested he could release a shock at any moment.

  "How… how is this possible?"

  Midoriya felt the warmth of Kaminari's hand on his neck, his entire body stiff as he tried to process what had happened. He couldn't uand it. He hadn't even seen when Kaminari mao get behind him!

  The audience, along with the entator Present Mic, was equally stunned. Mic, ever the curious host, immediately asked the teical team to py a slow-motion repy of the st few seds on the big s above the stadium.

  On the s, everyoched as Kaminari, covered in golden lightning, suddenly ducked low and slid under Midoriya's arm at the very moment Midoriya unched his "100% Smash." Kaminari's movement was quick, almost graceful, like a fluid shadow slipping past unnoticed.

  "Whoa!!!"

  The crowd erupted in astonished cheers and gasps. The precision of Kaminari's maneuver left many viewers in awe.

  "How was he able to move so smoothly in such a short time, especially with that kind of speed?" Present Mic excimed, his voice brimming with disbelief.

  "And his timing…" Mic trailed off, seemingly lost for words.

  "Good timing?" Aizawa, Css 1-A's homeroom teacher, muttered in disagreement. His voice was soft, but the crowd nearby caught it and quieted to hear his expnation. "No, it wasn't just good timing."

  "Huh?" Mic looked at him, puzzled. "What do you mean?"

  "Timing wasn't the key here," Aizawa tinued. "Kaminari didn't just rea the moment. He knew what Midoriya was going to do before it happened. He anticipated it."

  The audience murmured in fusion. "How could he have known?" some of them asked. The idea seemed impossible, even absurd.

  Aizawa's expression didn't ge as he eborated. "Remember what Kaminari said to Midoriya before the match? He told him to be prepared and enced him to go all out. Kaminari baited him, knowing Midoriya would interpret his words as a challenge. With Kaminari showing such overwhelming speed, Midoriya thought he had no choice but to use his full strength."

  The crowd fell silent, processing Aizawa's analysis. Even some pro heroes iands exged thoughtful looks.

  "This wasn't just a dispy of physical skill," Aizawa cluded, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied Kaminari on the field. "It was a calcuted pn. Every move Kaminari made was desigo lead Midoriya exactly where he wanted."

  All Might, watg from the stands, ched his fists. He realized now that Midoriya's loss wasn't a matter of strength alone. Kaminari's experiend tactical thinking were on a different level.

  "This is more than just a differen power…" All Might muttered to himself, feeling a pang ret for his student's defeat.

  Ba the field, Midoriya looked up at Kaminari, his face showing a mixture of frustration and admiration. Releasing his Quirk, he let the green sparks dissipate, finally uanding where he had gone wrong.

  "Is it true?" Midoriya asked softly, as though he needed firmation.

  Kaminari let go of Midoriya's neck, smiling slightly. "Yeah. It's not just about raw power," he said gently. "You've got a great Quirk, Midoriya, but you s tells. Every time you use that full-strength punch, there's this noticeable red glow. It's like a signal, telling your oppo exactly what's ing."

  Midoriya's shoulders slumped, and he looked down at his bruised right arm, wing at the pain. "I… I see," he murmured, accepting his mistake.

  The cheers from the audience rose again, and Kaminari looked around, giving Midoriya a friendly pat on the shoulder.

  "I lost…" Midoriya said, finally turning to Midnight, the referee. He lifted his head, though his eyes betrayed his disappoi.

  "It's okay," Kaminari said with a smile, trying to cheer him up. "You fought well."

  Midoriya offered him a grateful, if slightly sad, smile. "Thank you… Kaminari."

  From the stands, All Might watched, a sense of pride mixed with regret in his eyes. He had wanted Midoriya to succeed, but seeing his student learn from this loss was equally valuable.

  Meanwhile, elsewhere, in a dimly lit hideout, a figure watched the mat a small s, his voice a sinister murmur.

  "Hmm… that Kaminari kid. He's sharp, strohan I expected," Shigaraki said, Kaminari's every move with a cold iy. "We'll have to keep an eye on him…"

  Ba the medical bay, Kaminari watched as the recirl began tending to Midoriya's injured arm, a worried look on his face.

  "Midoriya… that Quirk of yours. It's powerful, but it seems to hurt you every time you use it at full strength," Kaminari said carefully, trying not to pry too much.

  Midoriya, lying on the bed, gave a sheepish smile. "Yeah… it's a bit hard to trol. I'm still w on it."

  But before Kaminari could ask more questions, Recirl shooed him out of the room. "Go on, now! He needs rest," she said, pushing him gently towards the door.

  As Kaminari walked out, he gnced back thoughtfully, his mind still on Midoriya.

  "I don't know… there's something different about his Quirk," Kaminari thought, trying to put the pieces together. "Could it be…?"

  But he shook his head, dismissing the thought for now. He had another match to prepare for.

  Meanwhile, the tour tihe fourth match saw Iida against Hatsume Mei from the Support Course. Hatsume mao dazzle the audieh her endless gadgets, turning the matto a product showcase, while Iida, though flustered, eventually secured a win. He left the arena looking both proud and deeply embarrassed.

  In the fifth match, Ashido Mina faced off against Aoyama Yuga. With her agility and quick reflexes, Ashido mao overe Aoyama's ser attacks, seg her spot in the round.

  The crowd cheered on, energy high as the matches tihen, Kaminari's focus turo the battle on the field—ohat promised to be intense.

  Css 1-A's Tokoyami Fumikage versus Css 1-B Student.

  Tokoyami, known for his dark and enigmatic Quirk "Dark Shadow," had shown impressive skill in previous simutions. His Quirk was versatile and powerful, but Kaminari and the others knew little about its true limits.

  As Kaminari made his way back to the stands, he spotted Shinso leaning against a shadowed er, his eyes refleg a quiet determination.

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