The sun glares in your eyes as you step up onto the arena platform. Shinso waited on the other side. With those big tired eyes as usual. You two, the outcasts, sun from your dreams, and the apprentices of Mr. Aizawa and President Mic.

"Here we go, folks! This is their chance for these, too, to bump up different classes! Who will win? Who will thrive? LET'S SEE!"

President Mic shouts over the microphone. Internally voting for you to win, as he was your master and private teacher. Silently ruiting for you too win while Aizawa next to him was voting for shinso to win

"THREE... TWO... ONE... FIGHT!"

Aizawa shouted and the fight began