The UA Sports Festival was in full swing, the colossal arena pulsing with anticipation. Tens of thousands of spectators filled the stands, their cheers merging into a deafening roar that reverberated through the stadium. Reporters jostled for the best angles, their cameras flashing as they prepared to broadcast every moment of this national spectacle—an event that could make or break a hero’s future.

For UA’s first-year students, this was more than just a competition. It was a proving ground. A chance to showcase their skills, to catch the eyes of pro heroes watching from the VIP stands. A single moment of brilliance could change their destiny forever.

The energy in the air was electric as Present Mic’s voice blasted from the announcer’s booth, amplified by the stadium’s booming speakers.

“Ladies and Gentlemen! Are you ready to witness the next generation of Heroes?!”

The crowd erupted, the sheer volume shaking the very ground beneath them. Excitement crackled like a live wire, setting the stage for the battles to come.

Present Mic leaned forward, milking the suspense, his voice dipping into a dramatic hush.

“And now… the moment you’ve all been waiting for…”

A tense beat. The hush before the storm.

Then—

“UA’S Hero Course! Give it up for classes 1-A and 1-B!”

A tidal wave of cheers crashed through the stadium as the two classes strode onto the field, heads high, eyes burning with determination.

The future of hero society had arrived.

And they were ready to fight for it.