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”If you think that duel was any less exciting just because it only lasted a single turn, then you have such a distaste for ambition that it’s going to make me weep.” Ah...the theater buff and the Entertainment Action Duelist were going to be starting their disagreements early today...however, Daichi paid no mind to this, despite Sai getting to eye level with him and staring a hole into his soul. He knew what he was talking...but at the same time, so did Daichi. They had differing opinions and that was that. "To them, it isn't just a show or a game, it's how they earn their living. Like most sports, it's not a stable career, if they're smart, they know that... Maybe she didn't realize it at first, or she didn't expect to make it big, we can speculate all we want, but yeah, she's changed. I think anyone in her shoes would." And then the sleeper awoke to provide her insight, though it seemed to only be bolstering Sai's argument to him. Did it hurt that it seemed like he was getting ganged up on due to the fact of his specific opinions about this particular style and topic? Yes...yes it did. But Daichi still wore a smile. Thankfully, the ever present coach that was Vega came to assist. "Boys, boys, calm doooown. There's merit to both. You're right that trying to win is absolutely in the best interest of a competitive player... But making a show is what earns you fans and sponsors, more often than not. Primrose used to play a lot flashier, as I'm sure our little superfan brought up. It's only natural that he's a bit concerned. After all, she even changed her ace not long after entering the majors..." "Thank you coach. I knew at least you would understand the plight I've brought up." Daichi flashed a toothy grin, looking past Sai. "Besides...the way I see it, you can treat this as a way to earn your living while still dazzling the audience with a fantastic Action Duel!" That's about the time Evelyn came waltzing in...and with a peace offering to her tardiness...ahhh, what couldn't be solved by the wonderful and appealing scent of fresh donuts? In one fell swoop of a movement, he moved past Sai and immediately pulled a donut from the box without even looking...and jackpot: a strawberry iced donut with rainbow sprinkles on it. A donut truly befitting the group's Pendulum Magician. "Eve, yet again you come through with getting me just the right one." Daichi smiled, savoring the smell of the donut before taking a quick bite out of it. He then was brought back up to the idea of "Team Genesis". "On the topic of Team Genesis...well, I suppose it could work like that...still partial to Gestalt, but alas, if the rest of the crew is on board with it...then you'll have the magician's agreeance on it too." he said, taking another bite out of the donut, before noticing Rosalia, they're fearless team captain, offering a brief and apologetic glance his direction. After polishing off the donut and wiping his face of the crumbs, he offered her a glance back...oddly enough, it wasn't one of disdain or anything like that...it just was a joyful expression he had, apparently thinking it as simply water under the bridge. Now to address the elephant in the room (...and no, not Sai). "What do we know about the team we're up against? Like, any specifics? Also...is there any word on anyone possibly sponsoring us for this first official match?"

Benjamin O'Hara ”Greeting, and good afternoon to everyone in attendance. It is my… honor to be hosting providing…color commentary. Now, to avoid wasting any more of everyone’s time, I’ll show off the scoreboard for the event.” Just like most of the others (probably aside from the ones in 1-B), Benjamin was absolutely astonished that in the Top 16, he made it. Was 11th Place something to celebrate? No, not at all...but the fact that he actually made it to the second round of the festival floored him. One thing he did notice was out of 1-A, aside from him, Ayane, Sun, Kio, Diana, Takehiko and Rika made it in. That definitely meant that 1-A had a shot...then again...looking again at it...there were four from 1-B...so that was something to keep in mind. And then of course, there was Risa from the Department of Support. ”Something you students may notice is that the scores displayed here do not directly match the number of rescues you performed. Instead, each rescue was weighted based on the danger involved. Additionally, the third place contestant, Kawashima Risa, was awarded a large mass for saving another student from a crisis on the testing ground. Not that such a feat would be unexpected for the second daughter of the late Kawashima Yozo, the original bearer of the title Glory, and once the headmaster of this very school.” Doesn't have what it takes to be a Hero my foot! Benjamin thought, smiling as he gave some applause with the others. Then the leaderboard changed again and showed that now there was a 1-D and 1-C class reps. Something that made him a tad bit sad was that the one interesting individual he met during the last legs of the first round wasn't here. Taikei Karada is what he said his name was...honestly that guy and his creepy and strange goo Quirk was too amazing. Then again, he supposed that it was cause he helped him at the last bit of it. Little bit of a possible budding friendship...maybe a rivalry? Regardless, Benjamin was hopeful he'd see that 1-B student again specifically. ”Unfortunately, I didn’t name our next event, so it’s going to be called The U.A. Sports Festival Mounted Poultry Punchout. I know it’s a mouthful, so we’re just going to call it The Chicken Fight from here on out." "...wait what?" Benjamin muttered to himself while Orikami explained...and oddly enough there seemed to be a loud set of laughter coming from the audience after the "Chicken Fight" was declared. Wasn't sure why he could hear that specifically, but it was whatever at this point. ”You have five minutes to form your teams. Anyone left without a team is disqualified! Max Omega!" "F-Five minutes?! Disqualified?!?!" the young man's heart began to race at hearing this. His eyes started darting back and forth with all the participants that currently were here. In his mind, of course, he was running down the possible list of combinations. Sun and Rika...I've worked with either one...so I know how they work. Then again...I'm not sure we could mesh well. Benjamin put a hand to his chin, rubbing it slightly. Ayane, Takehiko, Kio....hmmmm I don't think either of em will mesh well either...and Diana...? He paused to see the young lady shaking hands with the dragon lady from 1-B. ...yeah, there goes that idea. Glancing back at the screen, Benjamin surveyed the rest of the participants. Sun for All? Crimson Wings? Patchwork? Piston? Eyesenal? Critical Armor? Honestly, only one there that sounded like it theoretically work in tandem was Patchwork...speaking of...wasn't he the one that helped stop the Ferris Wheel? Hmmm...no, I don't think any of em would work well...besides, I can't do much. If this was in costume, then maybe... That's when he stopped short, noticing the last one: Risa and her Quirk Magnetic. A strike of inspiration hit him as he finally smirked, nodding. "[Alrighty then]...looks like I got it..." Benjamin muttered to himself, before making his way towards Risa...who honestly looked like she was frozen stiff while looking at the bored. The young man shrugged and gently tapped Risa on the shoulder. The moment she turned around, he simply smile and wave. "Hey there. Looking for a partner?" Herculean Hero - Atlas Now the second round would soon start...and oddly enough, both students of interest for Atlas made it into the next round...so that was good. Hopefully he'd see more...and yet... ”Unfortunately, I didn’t name our next event, so it’s going to be called The U.A. Sports Festival Mounted Poultry Punchout. I know it’s a mouthful, so we’re just going to call it The Chicken Fight from here on out." Atlas found himself bellowing in laughter at hearing this, holding his head slightly. "...Glory you did not! ...you actually did..." he slowly calmed down before shaking his head. Almost immediately, he took his phone out and sent a quick group text to quite a few Heroes...some of note being Ruby Heart, Greenshift, King Kobra, Epicenter, Rainbow Six (surprisingly enough) and of course...Koryu. And he sent a picture of what the screen showed as the "U.A. Sports Festival Mounted Poultry Punchout" to which he put in parentheses: "The Chicken Fight"...and then only a few words in quotations: "Oh no... I have fell." He couldn't help but let out another snicker after sending this, simply shaking his head. "...ah memories...that was hell of a day."

All across the mock city, a loud buzzer could be heard, as the time allotted to them all reached a close. ”Alright, students! Time’s up. Go ahead and head back to the school’s arena, where the rest of the event will be held. The results of this first leg are being determined as we speak, to be announced when you arrive! Good luck,” a light chuckle could be heard from the school’s headmaster, not quite out of range of the microphone, ”you’ll need it.” It took the students about an hour to congregate back at the proposed location, filling the space at the center as they tended to stay near people they knew, as teenagers are often wont to do. The stands were packed, to the point that some people were even left standing on the stairsteps. The giant television mounted to the wall said something on the screen about this being the greatest attendance of any U.A. Sports Festival in history, but before it could elaborate on the crowd, a triumphant fanfare began blasting from the speaker, as the feed changed to a live one tracking the school’s traditional heroics teacher, Orikami, stepping up onto the stage. Seemingly not fully understanding proper etiquette for public appearances, she tapped at her microphone pin as she stepped onto the stage, eliciting a wave of feedback from the speaker she was walking by. Ignoring the thousands of cringes directed at her, she made her way to the center of the stage, before gazing out at the crowd of student competitors before her. With a small acknowledging nod toward each of Shannon and Mayu, in that order, she took a deep breath, and let out an almost bored-sounding sigh. ”Greeting, and good afternoon to everyone in attendance. It is my… honor to be hosting providing…” she gazed up at the announcer box, knowing she was receiving a pair of unseen thumbs up from within, before sighing once again and continuing, ”color commentary. Now, to avoid wasting any more of everyone’s time, I’ll show off the scoreboard for the event.” The screen flickered from a live feed of the reluctant speaker to a well put together scoreboard of the previous event. ”EEEEEEH?!?!?” It was difficult to tell exactly where the scream of confusion came from, but it seemed to be a feminine voice, particularly close to the ground. Almost imperceptibly, Orikami looked at the top and bottom of the second column, frowning with evident disappointment in the distance between them. ”Something you students may notice is that the scores displayed here do not directly match the number of rescues you performed. Instead, each rescue was weighted based on the danger involved. Additionally,” the third place spot on the board flashed green, highlighting its occupant, ”the third place contestant, Kawashima Risa, was awarded a large mass for saving another student from a crisis on the testing ground. Not that such a feat would be unexpected for the second daughter of the late Kawashima Yozo, the original bearer of the title Glory, and once the headmaster of this very school.” With these words, a roar of applause erupted from the gathered audience, as well as many of the students in the center of the arena. Not that such a scenario would be embarrassing at all, surely the daughter of a pro hero would be able to handle the pressure that comes with it. While the crowd cheered, Orikami rose a hand to her ear, presumably listening closely to a statement being made by on high, before nodding and muttering an inaudible response. ”It appears that our 16th place competitor has decided to drop out, upon loss of quirk functionality. Due to this change, the 17th place student will be taking his place.” After a vague gesture was made toward the screen, its contents changed to reflect Orikami’s statement. ”EEEEEEH?!?!?” This time the confused scream came from a boy! Excitement all around! ”Unfortunately, I didn’t name our next event, so it’s going to be called The U.A. Sports Festival Mounted Poultry Punchout. I know it’s a mouthful, so we’re just going to call it The Chicken Fight from here on out.” With a glance, she fired daggers up at the spectator’s booth, removing her earpiece and sending it away on the back of a paper butterfly. ”Now that that is out of the way, I can explain the rules.” With a gesture, the numbers changed on the screen, each having an additional one added within parentheses. Tai: 978 (3912) Shannon: 942 (3768) Risa: 806 (3224) Shoshiki: 787 (3148) Diana: 745 (2235) Meguru: 732 (2196) Takehiko: 728 (2184) Sun: 725 (2175) Rika: 718 (1436) Ayane: 704 (1408) Ben: 695 (1390) Meru: 682 (1364) Kio: 670 (670) Mayu: 664 (664) Atsushi: 654 (654) Syo: 649 (649) ”As I’m sure you can see, the scores have been multiplied based upon placement. You will partner up with another top 16 student of your choice, and total your scores together. You may be wondering at this point whether it will be beneficial or detrimental to have a high score, and put simply that all depends upon perspective. While it will give you more security, it also places a target on your head.” Reaching into a paper satchel that had been nearly unnoticeable within the folds of her paper dress, Orikami pulled out a metal circle, about 6 inches wide with a slowly pulsing red light in the center, ”Speaking of targets, each team will receive one of these targets to stick to either the center of the chest or the center of the back of one of its two members. That member will then be carried by the other. If your target is touched by any body part of another team member, all of your points are instantly forfeited to that team.” Replacing the target in her bag, Orikami looked out over the students, seemingly scrutinizing every single one of them independently as she scanned the crowd. ”Of course, that doesn’t mean your team is eliminated. Fight back. Pursue. Reclaim your points if they are lost. This stage will only last for ten minutes due to the much smaller group, and you will only be eliminated if your rider touches the ground.” Orikami paused briefly, her face taking on the grim, almost sinister aspect that the hero course students were already well-acquainted with, ”Anything else, short of lethal force, is permitted." Just like that, the shadow disappeared and she put on a smile for the first time since she took the stage, ”You have five minutes to form your teams. Anyone left without a team is disqualified! Max Omega!”