MHA: Sand Sand Fruit

The stadium buzzed with excitement as Akira and Tetsutetsu stood face-to-face in the center of the ring. The crowd roared in anticipation, eager to witness the clash between two powerful Quirks.

"Begin!" Cementoss announced, his voice resounding through the arena.

Tetsutetsu wasted no time, charging forward with unwavering determination. His Quirk, *Steel*, hardened his entire body, giving him unparalleled durability and raw physical strength. His gleaming metallic fists swung toward Akira with unrelenting force.

Akira stood still, unfazed. As Tetsutetsu's punch closed in, his body shimmered briefly before dispersing into a swirling mass of sand. The powerful blow passed through harmlessly, scattering grains of sand across the arena floor. Akira reformed a few feet away, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Is that it?" Akira asked, his tone calm and confident.

Tetsutetsu's eyes widened momentarily before he steeled himself. "Don't underestimate me!" he shouted, charging again with even more ferocity.

This time, Akira raised his hand, and a wave of sand erupted from the ground, forming a dense wall between them. Tetsutetsu slammed into the barrier, the impact sending vibrations through the arena. The sand wall cracked slightly but quickly reformed, holding strong.

Akira watched with interest. "You're durable, I'll give you that. But raw strength isn't going to cut it."

"Shut up and fight!" Tetsutetsu roared, swinging his fists wildly as he tried to break through the sand barrier.

Akira shook his head and raised his other hand. The sand beneath Tetsutetsu shifted, forming a swirling vortex that quickly ensnared his feet. Tetsutetsu struggled, but the more he fought, the tighter the sand coiled around him, immobilizing him further.

"Stop squirming. You're only making it worse," Akira said, his voice calm yet commanding.

Tetsutetsu gritted his teeth, his metallic sheen growing brighter as he poured more of his strength into breaking free. "I'm not giving up that easily!"

The crowd cheered wildly, impressed by both fighters' abilities. Present Mic's voice boomed over the speakers, hyping up the action. "Whoa! Tetsutetsu's sheer willpower is on full display, but can he break free from Akira's relentless sand? This is one intense matchup, folks!"

Akira sighed, extending his arm forward. The swirling sand around Tetsutetsu surged upward, lifting him into the air. "It's over," Akira declared as the sand spun faster, disorienting his opponent.

Tetsutetsu clenched his fists, struggling against the grip of the sand, but it was futile. Finally, Akira flicked his wrist, sending Tetsutetsu flying out of the ring. The metallic fighter landed on the padded ground outside the arena with a heavy thud, his Quirk reverting as exhaustion took over.

Cementoss raised his hand. "Winner: Kitagawa Akira!"

The stadium erupted in cheers and applause, the audience on their feet to celebrate the intense battle.

Akira brushed the sand off his jacket and turned to leave the ring, his expression as calm and composed as ever. Tetsutetsu sat up outside the ring, clutching his head in frustration but eventually cracking a small smile.

"Guess I need to train harder," Tetsutetsu muttered to himself before being helped up by his classmates.

As Akira returned to the waiting area, Kaminari and Yaoyorozu greeted him with enthusiastic cheers. "You made that look easy!" Kaminari said, grinning from ear to ear.

Akira shrugged. "He put up a good fight, but he was too straightforward. If you can predict your opponent, you've already won half the battle."

Yaoyorozu nodded in agreement, her thoughtful expression indicating she was analyzing the fight. "You're right. Still, you handled it with precision. Well done."

As the next match was announced, Akira sat back, ready to watch and strategize for the rounds ahead. This was only the beginning, and he knew the competition would only get tougher from here.