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[Mic, brimming with excitement, shouted into the microphone, "That fight was something else, folks! But now, it's time to bring the festival to a close and announce the winners!"]
The crowd roared in anticipation, eager to hear the final results.
[Mic raised his hand, his voice booming, "In third place, by audience vote... Riku Saito!" The cheers grew louder as Riku stepped forward, looking surprised but proud.
"In second place... Keigo Takami!" More applause erupted as Keigo approached the podium, still looking a bit sore but wearing his usual cocky grin.
"And finally... the first place goes to... Itachi Yaoyorozu!" The arena shook with applause and cheers as Itachi calmly stepped onto the top podium, his expression as stoic as ever.]
As the three students stood at their respective places, their eyes widened in surprise as All Might himself appeared, striding confidently toward them. Keigo and Riku's expressions were ones of awe, while Itachi remained composed, his face neutral but respectful.
All Might, with his signature smile, approached Riku first, holding the bronze medal. "You did well, young one. Keep pushing yourself."
Riku bowed deeply, his face flushed with excitement. "Thank you, sir! I'm a huge fan!" All Might chuckled and patted Riku on the shoulder before moving to Keigo.
He placed the silver medal around Keigo's neck. "Your fight was incredible. You had the entire crowd on the edge of their seats. Great control at your age."
Keigo smirked, trying to hide his admiration. "Thank you, All Might." His voice was confident, but there was a glimmer of pride in his eyes.
Finally, All Might reached Itachi, holding up the gold medal. He placed it around Itachi's neck and looked him in the eyes. "You're strong. Your control and precision are remarkable. Keep honing that strength."
Itachi bowed his head slightly, his tone calm yet filled with respect. "Thank you, All Might."
All Might gave him a big smile and clapped him on the shoulder. "Keep up the good work, young Yaoyorozu."
As the camera flashes went off, capturing the moment, the three students stood proudly on the podium, their hard work and determination recognized by the symbol of peace himself. The festival ended on a high note, with the crowd cheering, filled with excitement and admiration for their future heroes.
As the announcement of the winners echoed across the stadium, the camera panned to the VIP section where the Yaoyorozu family sat, watching their son with mixed emotions.
Yana Yaoyorozu, Itachi's mother, had tears welling up in her eyes, a mix of pride and awe filling her expression. She clutched her hands tightly to her chest, unable to hide the overwhelming joy she felt seeing her son stand victorious on the podium. "That's my boy," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "He's grown so much."
Beside her, Momo sat wide-eyed, her admiration for her older brother clear on her face. She had always known Itachi was strong, but seeing him recognized by All Might himself filled her with an even deeper sense of pride. She leaned forward, gripping the edge of her seat, a wide smile breaking across her face. "He's incredible," she murmured, beaming as she watched the ceremony.
Takashi Yaoyorozu, their father, sat quietly, his face more subdued. His sharp eyes followed every move his son made, watching as Itachi accepted the gold medal with quiet humility. But behind the composed exterior, there was a storm of emotions.
Regret.
He clenched his fists in his lap, memories flooding his mind—times when he had doubted Itachi's choices, moments where he hadn't been the father he should have been. He had once pushed his son, demanding more, never satisfied with what Itachi had already achieved. Takashi had always thought Itachi was distant, hard to understand. But now, seeing him on that podium, respected by his peers, honored by All Might himself, it hit him hard. His son had been walking his own path all along, carrying burdens he could never comprehend.
"I underestimated him," Takashi thought, his jaw tightening as the weight of his past actions settled on him. "I pushed him away when I should have been there for him." The pride he felt was undeniable, but it was tinged with the bitter taste of regret for the lost moments, the words unsaid, and the support he failed to give when Itachi needed it most.
Yana noticed the change in her husband's expression and gently placed her hand on his. "Takashi," she whispered, her voice soft but firm, "he's still your son. It's not too late."
Takashi nodded, his eyes still focused on Itachi. "I know... I just hope he can forgive me."
The ceremony ended with a final round of applause, the crowd cheering loudly for the new heroes-in-training. As Itachi descended from the podium, his family's eyes followed him, each filled with their own thoughts—pride, admiration, and in Takashi's case, a deep resolve to make things right.
At the other side of the stand, Kaina sat with her eyes fixed on Itachi as he received the gold medal from All Might. Her hands clapped softly, a proud smile blooming across her face. Her heart fluttered as she thought to herself, "I can't wait to meet him…" Her cheeks flushed a soft pink, the warmth of excitement spreading through her.
"I'll give him a surprise," she mused, a gentle blush deepening as she stood up. Her legs felt light as she began making her way toward the class resting room. As she walked, her thoughts raced. "I know there will be a lot of requests for him, from some of the biggest heroes—heroes far more famous than me. They'll all want to work with him." The thought brought a brief flicker of sadness to her expression, her steps slowing slightly. She bit her lip, feeling a pang of insecurity.
But she quickly shook her head, determination replacing the doubt in her heart. "No matter where he goes, I'll support him. No matter what." Her blush returned, even stronger now, and her heart pounded faster. The thought of seeing Itachi, of maybe being the one he chose to work with, filled her with anticipation. "It doesn't matter who the competition is… I'll cheer him on, always."
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