Chapter 65: Goddess vs. Deity (Part 1)

The tunnel leading to the arena was a passageway of shadows and silence, a purgatory before glory or defeat. Ochako Uraraka walked through it, her face a mask of focused calm. The beat of her heart was a firm, steady drum. There was no fear. Only a plan.

A figure wreathed in flames blocked her path, his size and fury filling the narrow corridor. Endeavor.

"Girl."

His voice was a low growl, laden with absolute disdain.

"I've heard you have guts. Your little trick against the explosive boy was… entertaining. But guts won't do you any good here. My Shoto has finally accepted his duty, his full potential. He is going to show the world the overwhelming power I created."

He leaned in, his face a mask of fire and arrogance.

"Surrender now and save yourself the humiliation. He already put your friend on a stretcher; don't make him do the same to you. It's poor taste for a woman to be so brutally crushed on national television."

Ochako didn't step back. She didn't flinch. She looked up and met his gaze directly, her calm a force far denser than his flames.

"With all due respect, Endeavor-san, you don't understand anything at all," she said, her voice quiet and clear, disarming him completely. "Your son is not your creation. He is a sad, extraordinarily strong boy who is fighting to be free."

She took a step forward, forcing him back slightly out of sheer audacity.

"And I am not just a woman. I am his opponent. The one facing him right now. And I have no intention of surrendering. I came here to win. I suggest you step out of my way."

She walked past him, her small figure leaving a stunned Endeavor in her wake, his mouth slightly agape, his face a mixture of disbelief and a rising fury at an insolence he hadn't encountered in years.

In the Class 1-A stands, a murmur of concern rippled through the students as they saw a familiar figure slowly approaching up the stairs. Izuku Midoriya, still bandaged, pale, and in obvious pain, moved forward, leaning heavily on Momo and Toru, who acted as his human crutches.

"Izuku-kun, you should be in bed!" Toru exclaimed, her voice a mix of worry and scolding. "Recovery Girl is going to kill us! And then she'll kill you a second time!"

"I can't," Izuku replied, his voice a bit weak but his eyes fixed on the arena with an unbreakable intensity. "I won't miss this. It's... the result of all our work. It's the semifinal."

Momo, understanding his determination, didn't argue. Instead, she stepped forward and, with a shimmer on her forearm, created a reinforced, ergonomic, and padded polymer chair in the front row. An improvised throne.

"At least sit comfortably," she said, helping him get settled.

He sat down with a sigh of relief. The two girls positioned themselves beside him, one on each side, a protective honor guard.

"What's the plan?" Toru asked in a whisper. "What did you tell her?"

"I gave her the tools and the data," Izuku answered, his gaze locked on Ochako's figure entering the arena. "But the final strategy… the way to combine it all… that's completely her own. Now, we can only watch."

"FINALLY, THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR!!" Present Mic's voice was a roar of pure euphoria. "THE FINAL MATCH OF THE U.A. SPORTS FESTIVAL SEMIFINALS!! ON ONE SIDE, THE ULTIMATE PRODIGY, THE MAN WHO CAN FREEZE HELL AND BURN THE HEAVENS, SHOTO TODOROKI!!"

Todoroki entered the arena, his face now a mask of resolute calm. The battle against Izuku had changed him. There was no hatred in his eyes, only the determination to use all of his power.

"AND ON THE OTHER, THE WOMAN WHO HAS DEFIED ALL EXPECTATIONS, THE GODDESS OF GRAVITY WHO TURNED STRATEGY INTO AN ART FORM, OCHAKO URARAKA!!"

Ochako took her place, her expression as serene as her opponent's.

The stadium held its breath. The bell rang.

And the world broke.

Todoroki, remembering the lesson he had learned at such a high price, held nothing back. He unleashed his full power from the very first second. A gigantic wave of jagged ice surged from his right foot, while a torrent of searing flames erupted from his left side. Ice and fire, a dual offensive designed to crush, freeze, and annihilate his opponent from every angle.

Ochako's response was apocalyptic.

She didn't try to dodge. She didn't try to block. She slammed the pads of her five fingers into the center of the concrete ring.

"Zero Gravity. Maximum Expansion."

The entire stadium trembled. The ring didn't crack. It shattered. Hundreds of tons of rock, concrete, and earth rose toward the sky as if they were weightless, a pillar of destruction ascending to meet Todoroki's attack.

The ice and fire collided with the rising wall of debris. The result was a deafening explosion of steam, pulverized rock, and pure energy that shook the stands. When the initial cloud dissipated, the tournament arena was gone. In its place was a smoking crater surrounded by a field of floating asteroids—hundreds of rocks of all sizes, suspended in the air in an unnatural silence.

In the VIP box, the heroes leaped to their feet.

"THIS ISN'T A FIGHT, IT'S A MONSTER WAR!!" Mt. Lady yelled, euphoric, grabbing Kamui Woods by the shoulders. "THEY'RE DESTROYING THE STADIUM IN THE FIRST SECOND!! I LOVE IT!"

Todoroki, standing on a pillar of ice he'd created to keep himself airborne, stared at the scene in awe. Ochako floated calmly in the center of her asteroid field, the master and commander of a zero-gravity domain.

He leaped toward her, creating a path of ice in the air. But suddenly, he felt an immense, crushing pressure enveloping him. His movements, once so fluid, became slow, heavy, as if he were struggling underwater at an abyssal depth.

What is this pressure? he thought, the effort visible on his face. It's like the air has turned solid. It's... crushing me.

In the stands, Toru gasped. "What's happening? Todoroki-kun is moving so slowly!"

Izuku watched, his eyes shining with a mixture of amazement and fierce pride.

"She's doing it," he whispered. "She's perfected the technique we practiced. She's not just controlling the gravity of objects she touches. She's projecting a high-gravity field directly onto him. She's not attacking him. She's wearing him down with every move he makes, with every breath he takes."

Todoroki, fighting against the pressure that threatened to crush his bones, adapted his strategy. Brute force wouldn't work against such a wide field. He needed precision. With a roar of effort, he launched a spear of ice, sharp and swift, aimed directly at Ochako's heart.

She didn't move to dodge. Floating in the air, she simply held out an open hand.

And then, the impossible happened.

The spear of ice, a meter away from her, visibly curved in mid-air. Its trajectory bent, like light through a lens, and it zipped past her, crashing harmlessly against a floating piece of debris behind her.

A stunned silence of pure disbelief fell over the commentary booth.

Aizawa, for the first time in the entire festival, leaned into his microphone, his voice betraying a genuine astonishment that froze everyone.

"She didn't block it. She didn't deflect it with a pulse. She bent the projectile's trajectory at a distance," he said, his logical mind struggling to process it. "She's created a localized gravitational distortion. She has warped spacetime around her to alter an object's path. The level of control over her Quirk... is of a completely different caliber than what we had on record. It's... it's absurd."

Todoroki was speechless. Cold sweat began to run down his forehead, and it wasn't from the heat of his own flames.

He realized the terrifying truth. He wasn't fighting a girl who made things float.

He was fighting a fundamental law of the universe, personified.

"DID YOU ALL JUST SEE THAT, FOLKS!! THE ICE SPEAR BENT IN MID-AIR LIKE IT WAS NOTHING!! URARAKA'S QUIRK HAS REACHED A LEVEL WE SIMPLY CAN'T COMPREHEND!!"

Seeing that ranged attacks were useless and that every second under the gravitational pressure was weakening him more and more, Todoroki realized he had only one option left. He had to bet everything on a single attack—one so massive and so overwhelming that not even a goddess of gravity could contain it.

"I won't lose," he muttered, his teeth clenched.

He gathered all his power. The ice and fire were no longer two separate forces. He began to fuse them, creating a swirling vortex of extreme temperatures around him, an elemental storm of pure power.

Ochako, seeing this, responded in kind. She wasn't going to wait for his attack. She was going to launch her own.

She focused all her power, not on Todoroki, but on the battlefield she had created. With a cry that shook the entire stadium, she caused the largest slab of concrete—a piece of the sub-floor the size of a small house, weighing hundreds of tons—to rise high above all the other debris.

It rose, and rose, and rose, until it blotted out the sun.

An artificial, terrifying night fell over the stadium, the silhouette of the colossal rock etched against the sky.

In the teachers' booth, their calm shattered.

"Aizawa!" Midnight's voice came over the comms, filled with panic. "Stop the match! Their Quirks have reached a catastrophic output level! We can't guarantee the stadium's safety!"

Aizawa's voice was a tense, urgent reply.

"Cementoss, Midnight! Emergency containment, NOW! Reinforce the walls! They're going to destroy the whole damn stadium!"

Down in the arena, Cementoss was already in action, his hands slapping the ground, creating wave after wave of concrete containment walls that rose desperately around the crater. Above them, two deities were about to unleash their apocalypse: Todoroki, on the ground, unleashing his elemental hell upward, a sun of ice and fire; and Ochako, in the sky, about to release her artificial moon downward, a meteor of pure mass and gravity.

"THEY'RE GOING TO COLLIDE!!" was Present Mic's final, terrified scream.