Uchiha Madara From My Hero Academia

"Okay, the top three this time are them, but everyone, all the students present actually have the possibility to stand on the podium."

"As you can see in the competition, competing with each other, improving each other, and constantly climbing to a higher level of bravery, the next generation of Hero(es) has undoubtedly emerged."

"Then at the end, I want to say, please raise your arms and shout with me!" All Might raised his left hand high, and the people in the audience raised one hand in cooperation.

"Everyone has worked hard!"

"Plus.Ultra!"

...

At this moment, it is already sunset.

Aizawa Shouta, the head teacher, led everyone to the classroom. After everyone sat in their seats, he slowly opened his mouth and said,

"Everyone has worked hard, so it is said that the school will be closed for the next two days, and the professional Hero(es) who watched the sports festival will probably send out recruitment applications in these two days."

"These schools will be responsible for sorting them out, and they will be announced after the holidays are over. You can look forward to it and enjoy the holidays."

"Yes!"

Aizawa Shouta paused, then looked at Uchiha Madara, "Ah yes, Uchiha-kun, stay here."

...

Everyone left the classroom one by one, and in the end, only Uchiha Madara and Aizawa Shouta were left in the classroom.

"Is something wrong?" Uchiha Madara slightly foreheaded and folded her arms around her chest, waiting for Aizawa Shouta's next words.

"Your performance has caught the attention of the police." Aizawa Shouta took a file bag from the drawer and handed it to Uchiha Madara. "They asked you to do the Quirks test again."

"Didn't you say All Might will help me with the troublesome thing?" Uchiha Madara picked up her schoolbag, skipped Aizawa Shouta directly, and walked out without looking back, "Just leave this kind of thing to him."

"When did he say that?" Aizawa Shouta frowned slightly, a little confused.

How could he not know this kind of thing?

"During lunch." Uchiha Madara stopped at the gate and said without looking back, "Anyway, don't come to me for this kind of thing."

"..."

-----Various requests-----

By the time Uchiha Madara walked out of the school gate, the sky was half dark, and the street lights were fully turned on.

The temperature dropped quickly, Uchiha Madara rubbed his palms, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked towards his villa.

However, just after taking a step, Uchiha Madara felt a faint killing intent in the air.

And this killing intent was obviously aimed at him.

And inexplicably feel a little familiar.

"Is it an illusion?" The stupor only lasted for less than a second, and Uchiha Madara continued to walk forward as if nothing was wrong, while frowning slightly.

This familiar feeling should not be an illusion.

...

"Look, is that Uchiha Madara from Class 1-A?"

"Looks like ah."

"So cool!"

Although there are not many people on the street, there are many people who recognize Uchiha Madara.

After all, the Heroic Sports Festival has replaced the existence of the Olympic Games, and its popularity is quite high.

At this moment, the projection screen of the building on the street is full of replays of the Xiongying Sports Festival. Many passers-by who could not go to the stadium because they did not buy tickets could not help but stop and watch.

Looking at the fans in front of him, Uchiha Madara was a little surprised, "Someone knows me so soon?"

"Hey, can you sign my name?"

"And I!"

"Big brother, you look so handsome when you breathe fire!"

Looking at the various small books in front of him, Uchiha Madara felt a tingling in his scalp.

"Take your time, come one by one, don't squeeze!"

...

-----Various requests-----

"You seem to enjoy being a star, Uchiha Madara." A hoarse, murderous voice came from the darkness.

"You're finally willing to come out." Uchiha Madara walked into the dark alley with a blank expression, and threw his schoolbag aside casually.

"Your voice reminds me, Hero(es) killer... Stain!"

In the dark alley, Stain slowly emerged and stood about five meters away from Uchiha Madara.

At this time, he was still dressed as a ronin, no different from before.

"Do you have anything to do with me?" Uchiha Madara looked at Stain in front of him, and said blankly.

"What do you think?" Stain lightly placed the sword on his shoulder, his face gradually gloomy. "You really upset me. What do you think Hero(es) is? Is it a star?"

Stain has had a grudge against Uchiha Madara since his last defeat.

In order to solve him, Stain went through hell training, and his strength has grown a lot than before.

"Oh, I see." Uchiha Madara interrupted Stain, chuckling, "You're here to die."

"It's not certain who will die." Stain took down the tachi and licked the tip of the knife, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"Whoosh!!!"

As soon as Stain finished speaking, countless knives flashing with cold light suddenly flew around, all of which were aimed at Uchiha Madara.

Uchiha Madara closed his eyes gently, then opened them slowly, the three black hook jade in the eyes were connected together to form a closed circle.

"brush!"

"Ding!"

The blue skeleton immediately surrounded Uchiha Madara, the knife collided with the blue skeleton, and all were bounced off. *