BNHA: Martial Arts God (Patreon)

CHAPTER 27

Fourth place was a surprising person that he did not expect was joining the tournament.

Pro Hero Kiaten, Number 42 on the Top Hero List of Japan. His Quirk was Reflex, the Quirk makes his 6th senses spike whenever he was in danger, similar to a bootleg Spider-Sense. 

The reason why he had this information was because of his fighting style. Unlike most Heroes that utilize their Quirks or some form of martial arts, he uses weapons, more specifically, he uses swords.

Now, don't get him wrong, he rather uses his body as a weapon, but come on. Who had never thought of wanting to fight sword against sword before? 

And to those who said no, have you seen Ufotable animations of sword fights? Amazing is what he can only explain to those uncultured swines.

Kiaten uses a katana mostly in his limited camera-caught fights, but there was a weapons list in his bio online writing that he uses katanas, European swords, and even daggers. 

Eye of the Lord was going to go overdrive in this tournament, no doubt since he was about to start a new project. Project Original ™️.

But it was quite impressive that he got 4th place considering the fact that he and Kenichi were the same, they were both technical fighters who use techniques and skill instead of him who uses his unusual strength and speed.

"Now for the Top 3 martial artists! May Participant 84 come to the stage please!"

Third place was surprising too, Kenichi. That meant that there was someone with a power level higher than him. 

"I'll see you there."

He says before walking to the entrance with full confidence, something that Kenichi was known for. Standing up, Gohru readied himself since it was either him or someone else who was going next.

"Number two in the leaderboards! Please welcome Participant 492!"

So he was the strongest in the group? Well... It was quite obvious since his body had broken down and repaired itself so many times in the past 3 years that it was inevitable that he was way, way stronger than most people.

On average, he was able to hold up 5-ton weights with no problem at all. And for his speed, he was able to run 1 km in a matter of seconds. 

So in everyday life, he had to reduce his strength, controlling his power to about 1% for daily things which honestly puts a strain on him since he's exerting himself 24/7 to not break or ruin anything.

Ah, thinking about his strength has made him tune out everything, missing the second-place participant. Oh well, he'll keep an eye out for the person.

"And in the first place, please welcome Participant 83!"

It was go-time.

Walking to the main stage was quite an ordeal since the audience had decided that they wanted to burst his eardrums, making him wince at the amount of noise pollution they were making. 

There were so many cameras and drones watching him that it made him almost have stage fright. Almost being the keyword here. 

Waving around him, he eventually arrives at the main stage, standing next to Kenichi who was clenching his fists hard with a predator grin on his face.

Honestly this guy...

"Calm down, Ken. The fight's not started yet."

He said, repeating what he told Kenichi during the annual tournament a few years back, which made him recall some good memories.

"Can't you believe it? The Top 16 in the world! Fuck, I'm so excited!"

He mutters to me since the announcer was talking to which they both tuned out. 

"I know, but keep it down a little. The cameras are watching us."

"Yeah, yeah."

This guy really is like a kid who looks like he was about to open his Christmas presents.

Using his superior eyes due to his Qurk, he looked at the audience where the VIP sat and spotted their room. Toga was leaning on the mirror completely, looking, waving, and shouting at him while the two were trying to pull her back. 

Sighing at her behavior (He really should have a talk with her soon), he waved back at them before noticing David Shield's daughter looking at him. Politely, he waved at her, to which she just backed off from the mirror scrambling with a tint of pink on her face.

Heh, cute.

Then he felt someone tapping on his shoulder, so he snapped back to reality and see that the participants were looking at the screen above them. 

"They're gonna decide the matches right now."

Kenichi informed him as the announcer looked at the crowd.

"Time to decide the placement matches! Here... We... GO!"

And with a push of a button on a remote that he was holding, the pictures of the 16 participants started bouncing around in what looked to be a tournament bracket. Watching his face on the TV, the images slowly reduced their jumping momentum and eventually after a few seconds stayed in place.

Once he comprehended the brackets, he immediately turned to Kenichi who did the same thing, and they both laughed.

They were going up against each other in the finals.

After wiping the tears from his eyes, he grins at Kenichi.

"I'll see you in the fucking Finals, bro. Don't lose to some pleb."

"Of course not. I'm so excited for our match, especially with the martial art that you taught me!"

Fist-bumping his friend, he looked at the bracket again to see who he was fighting against.

Damn, his fights up to the semi-finals are looking boring. Why didn't he get Kenichi's spot?! He's gonna go up against Miruko and then Captain Celebrity in the finals! Not fair!

Ugh, whatever. After cursing at his luck, he glanced at his opponent for the placement match.

It was the large man from before that placed number 16. The one full of muscle. Looking at the man himself, he walked up to him.

"Hey, I'm up against you later in the third match. I just want to say, no hard feelings, yeah?"

The older man just stared at him before scoffing.

"Fuck off, Jap. Machine broken to choose kid."

He said in broken English with a heavy accent. German? He had no clue, but he knew that the man just insulted him.

"Come on, man. Just wanted to be cool with you, no need for this."

He tried to calm the situation down with his lightly accented English, but the man just spat at the ground before walking away.

... Fucking asshole.

He was calm. Very calm. As calm as a raging sea. Yeah, he was calm. See, he's calm right now. He was not going to kick him to space, he was not going to tear his intestines out and paint the stage red. No no, he was mature. He's 12 already, and not a kid anymore.

... Oh, fuck it. He's almost an adult now, so fuck being mature. Smiling with a hint of anger in his eyes, he glared at the man who had suddenly a shiver in his spine.

He was so gonna enjoy fighting and embarrassing him.