Mewtwo watched as the humanoid cat resisted his Shadow Ball, even after the attack had destroyed the entire building beneath them.
Yet, despite standing tall, the cat was not unscathed — his body was riddled with burns and deep wounds, smoke rising from his fur. The attack had landed hard, but it simply hadn't been enough to bring him down.
For the looks of it, he's definitely the strongest in this competition, Mewtwo thought to himself, aside from the two we'll have to face in the final stage.
To defeat him, he'd have to loosen his restraint — at least a little.
"Finally," he muttered under his breath.
In that instant, Mewtwo activated Agility and Calm Mind. His movements sharpened, his speed multiplied, and the flow of energy within him grew smoother, steadier. His thoughts aligned into perfect clarity.
From the cat's perspective, the already fast opponent suddenly blurred — Mewtwo appeared before him in the blink of an eye. A punch shot straight toward his face.
The red-furred student tried to block with his elbow, but the strike came too fast. The impact caught him mid-guard, sending him crashing across the street and slamming into the concrete with brutal force.
Mewtwo didn't waste a second. He followed up with two Shadow Balls, both striking the cat before he could recover. The explosions echoed through the block.
The feline's face twisted in rage. Flames erupted from his hands and spread across his body, white fire engulfing him completely. The air shimmered from the heat — the asphalt beneath his feet melted, and waves of smoke poured from his form.
Mewtwo instantly understood.
Final move.
A Mega Kick wouldn't be enough. He needed something stronger.
Bringing both hands together, he began to charge energy — raw, luminous power gathering between his palms.
He adjusted the level, balancing his output until it matched the blazing energy of his opponent.
And when both powers reached equilibrium—he fired.
Hyper Beam.
The blast roared forward, tearing through the air and splitting the ground beneath it.
The cat roared and lunged straight into the beam, his claws leaving a deep crack across the street as both forces collided.
The shockwave rippled outward, shaking the city. For a moment, the beam wavered — then Mewtwo's eyes narrowed, and he increased the output.
The energy wave exploded forward, overwhelming the feline. The beam swallowed him whole, driving him into the pavement.
Concrete shattered. The street split open under the force of impact.
When the light finally faded, Mewtwo ceased his attack and lowered his arms.
As the dust settled, what remained was a single, motionless figure lying amid the rubble.
Mewtwo descended, his expression calm but cautious.
He examined the student — unconscious, yes, but still breathing. The burns were superficial.
He raised a hand, summoning a gentle blue glow.
Life Dew.
The soothing light washed over the fallen student, stabilizing him, cooling his burns.
A few minutes later, Mewtwo's watch beeped again. His role changed — red light now pulsing along the rim. The other student's watch, however, remained blue.
Seeing the convenient timing, Mewtwo understood.
This time, the teachers didn't leave it to random chance.
He sighed softly, then placed his tail against the student's chest. The new timer read 40 minutes — plenty of time to drain the rest of the points.
Slowly, Mewtwo's score began to climb.
Bit by bit, his total increased as the minutes ticked by.
He wasn't in a hurry — this was methodical. Calculated.
When the forty minutes finally ended, the familiar sound echoed again.
"STUDENT HAS REACHED 0 POINTS."
Mewtwo glanced at his watch.
3456 total points.
He floated upward, silent, and turned toward the distant skyline. The battle was over.
Flying back to the place where the competition had begun, he landed quietly on the same rooftop where the others had once gathered.
He sat down, folding his legs, tail swaying slowly behind him.
He knew his classmates wouldn't come for him.
They had agreed on this much from the start — to win together, not against each other.
Now, the only thing left was to wait.
The timer would run its course, and the second stage would finally end.
After another forty minutes, the stage finally ended, and the final points appeared on their watches.
SECOND STAGE END — FINAL RESULTS:Mewtwo: 3456 total pointsMirio Togata: 2754 pointsNejire Hado: 2562 pointsTamaki Amajiki: 2345 points
"The last stage will begin in three days. Congratulations — you've earned your rest! Plus Ultraaa!"
As the students finished the second stage, the teachers' room remained silent.No one spoke at first; only the faint hum of the monitors filled the air.
It was Midnight who broke the silence.
"So… we're not going to say anything?!"
Eraser Head leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples.
"They beat everyone like it was nothing," he muttered, then glanced toward Snipe. "Tell me, Snipe — in that last battle, did Mewtwo hold back?"
Snipe crossed his arms, eyes still fixed on the replay.
"Yes. In the end, he pulled back the energy output right when he noticed his attack was overpowering Kamiwara-kun — the red cat. He ended it just in time to avoid hurting him too much."
Kingblood exhaled heavily.
"I had high hopes for Kamiwara-kun this year. He's strong — and from what I heard, he wanted to challenge his classmates himself."
Principal Nezu adjusted his paws together, tail flicking thoughtfully.
"Mmm… they simply overwhelmed everything in front of them," he said. "I've already received a few complaints about the destruction from that last fight, but honestly, it was almost inevitable. There's a threshold of power they've crossed — one where collateral damage becomes unavoidable. What terrific students we have."
Ectoplasm nodded.
"We had four contenders — there are usually fewer. We didn't expect all four to stop fighting at the end."
"It was a possibility," Nezu admitted. "Once they'd secured enough points, they could have kept fighting, but they didn't. That's not a problem by itself. The problem is that all four from the same class — who clearly formed an alliance — advanced together. That throws our next stage off balance."
He stood atop his chair, pacing slowly.
"The Dynamic Duo were meant to be their primary competition. But now? It's obvious they won't fight each other. If two of them team up again, it'll be impossible for the others to win fairly. We'll need to reformulate the competition to keep things balanced. It has to remain fair — for everyone."
The teachers exchanged looks of concern. They all knew he was right.They expected alliances — but not this level of unity. Four working perfectly together tilted the entire event. And as educators, their duty was to maintain fairness, not favoritism.
Eraser Head spoke up again.
"Mmm… what if we fight them?"
Nezu tapped his small paw against the armrest.
"No. If that were the case, we'd need someone capable of handling all four simultaneously — someone powerful enough to gauge their strength and assign points according to their performance and judgment. But the people I can think of for that… well…"
He paused, the room growing still. Everyone knew who he was thinking of.
The ideal candidate was All Might — the only person who could test them without causing serious harm and properly measure their limits.But Nezu knew All Might's current condition wasn't ideal. Perhaps next year, when his health improved, but not now.
There was Endeavor, but his temperament made him a poor fit for an evaluation of this kind.Mirko? Too volatile — she'd fight to win, not to teach.Hawks was too tied to the Bureau, and Nezu preferred to avoid unnecessary complications with government oversight.Best Jeanist might have been possible, but his availability and recovery status were uncertain.
Nezu sighed, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
"We'll need another solution," he murmured. "Perhaps… we can ask for an outside opinion."
"contact me with sir.nighteye" exclaimed the director nezu.
inmediately, cementos called the prohero, who inmediately answered like waiting the call.
"Principal Nezu — what a surprise," said Sir Nighteye, his voice calm as ever.
Nezu chuckled softly. "Ahahaha, I bet it wasn't."Then, with that same polite tone that always carried hidden weight, he continued, "I need your help with something."
The principal began explaining the entire situation, and within moments, the once-quiet office filled again with movement and discussion. The next stage of the tournament was already being shaped behind the scenes.
Meanwhile, the four students celebrated — and how could they not?They had passed with flying colors.
"So… what now?" asked Tamaki, a timid smile tugging at his lips despite his usual reserved tone.
"Now?" Raiden replied, already back in his human form. "We've got a couple of days off. I say… we celebrate."
"Let's go to the games! Ne ne — and shopping! And food! We don't have classes for four whole days!" exclaimed Nejire, practically bouncing in excitement.
"I like that idea," said Mirio with a grin. "Let's go."
The four walked together toward the city center. Their laughter echoed down the streets as they passed through the familiar blocks of Musutafu. When they finally sat down at a restaurant, the table overflowed with plates — pizza, fries, nuggets, hamburgers, and everything they loved.
Between bites, Nejire asked, "Ne, what do you think the next stage will be?"
Mewtwo — or rather Raiden now — tapped his fingers thoughtfully against the table."Mmm… I think it'll be something related to combat. There always is. But I doubt it'll be directly against the Dynamic Duo — that'd be unfair unless they were overwhelmingly strong. And if that's the case, well… we wouldn't deserve the title anyway."
"Mmm, and if they are that strong?" asked Mirio.
"That's scary," Tamaki mumbled. "If that happens, can I surrender? Maybe I should just quit."
"No," said the other three in unison.
Mirio smiled. "I don't think they're that strong — not invincible for us. We've got a chance."
Raiden nodded. "Yeah. If we work together, we should be fine. Besides, the staff said there could be more than one winner, so I doubt they'll make us fight each other. Also, they probably won't pit us against the Duo directly — the number advantage would ruin the balance."
"So," Mirio said, leaning back, "the real question is — what will the last stage be? Something like a battle… but not exactly a battle?"
Tamaki sighed. "Maybe something extreme. Like the earlier stages — a system to earn points, but harder. Not against students this time… maybe against the teachers?"
Raiden tilted his head. "That sounds like U.A., but fighting teachers again might be a little… repetitive."
He was right. They'd faced their instructors many times before — and the academy rarely repeated ideas. Whatever was coming next, it would be something new.
"Mmm, whatever it is," said Nejire, smiling brightly, "I just hope it's as fun as the last two. The first one was my favorite!"
The others exchanged a look and laughed softly.
"I hope so," they all thought, silently agreeing.
As the afternoon light spilled over the city, the four friends spent the rest of the day simply being kids — eating, playing arcade games, wandering the streets, and finally following Nejire through a dozen shops.
For the first time in weeks, they weren't thinking about battles, points, or rankings.Just laughter, food, and friendship — until the next challenge arrived.