Chapter 30

WE MADE IT TO CHAPTER 30 WOOO!

The air was thick with tension, a palpable charge that crackled like the static before a thunderstorm. I stood in the training arena, the sun glinting off my white hair, the freckles on my face a stark contrast to the seriousness of the moment. My heart pounded in my chest, but I didn't let it show. I had to keep my focus sharp, especially now that it was my turn to face Bakugo.

"Get ready, Anos!" Momo's voice rang out from the sidelines, her eyes wide with a mix of concern and admiration. She was my anchor, the one who kept the storm inside me at bay. I nodded, my gaze fixed on Bakugo, who stood across from me, his explosive energy crackling in the air like a live wire. His wild, spiky hair was a fiery beacon, and I could see the determination etched into his features. 

"Let's see what you've got, frost tips!" Bakugo shouted, his voice dripping with confidence. The other students, a mix of heroes in training, watched with bated breath, their eyes darting between us. I could feel the weight of their anticipation; it was suffocating. 

I had been reincarnated from a life where I was a symbol of hope and strength, and now I was here, facing a boy who thrived on chaos. The irony wasn't lost on me. I took a deep breath, channeling the power that flowed through my veins—the strength of a thousand suns, the speed of a bullet. I could feel it surging, a familiar warmth that ignited my very core.

"Ready when you are," I replied, my voice steady as steel.

With a roar, Bakugo launched himself at me, his fists igniting with explosions that lit up the arena. He was a force of nature, a tempest unleashed. I barely had time to react as he closed the distance, his fist coming at me like a cannonball. I sidestepped, my reflexes honed to perfection, and countered with a strike of my own. My fist connected with his shoulder, the impact sending a shockwave through the air.

The crowd gasped, but Bakugo grinned, unfazed. "Is that all you've got?" He retaliated, a barrage of explosions erupting from his palms. I felt the heat wash over me, but I was faster. I weaved through the chaos, my body moving on instinct, fueled by the powers I had once wielded as Superman.

But Bakugo was relentless. He was like a storm, unpredictable and wild, and I could feel the tide turning. The arena erupted into chaos as he unleashed a series of blasts, the sound deafening, the air thick with smoke and debris. My heart raced, not with fear, but with the thrill of the challenge. 

"Come on, Anos! You can do better than that!" he taunted, his eyes glinting with mischief.

I gritted my teeth, pushing myself harder. I could feel the energy building within me, a supernova waiting to explode. I summoned it, channeling every ounce of strength into my next move. I launched forward, my fist glowing with power, and as I prepared to strike, I heard the gasps from my classmates. 

"Anos, watch out!" Momo shouted, but it was too late. Bakugo had anticipated my attack, and with a flick of his wrist, he unleashed a massive blast that sent me flying back, crashing into the hard ground. Pain lanced through my body, but I pushed it aside. I couldn't afford to lose. Not now.

The arena was a whirlwind of chaos. Students were shouting, some were on their feet, others were frozen in shock. I could hear Izuku's voice, calling out to me, but I couldn't focus on anything but the fight. I had to win. For my brother, for Momo, for everyone who believed in me.

I rose to my feet, shaking off the dust and pain. The storm within me was raging, and I was ready to unleash it. "Let's finish this, Bakugo!" I roared, my voice echoing through the arena, igniting a fire in the hearts of my classmates. 

This wasn't just a fight; it was a battle for pride, a clash of wills. And I was determined to emerge victorious, no matter the cost.