The whole stadium is waiting eagerly for the halftime performance, the arena floor, now has a massive stage that has seemingly materialized at the centre with the help of cementos. The band is waiting for their superstar to show up and start the performance.
Then a kunai is thrown on the centre of the stage, and then Minato teleports onto the stage. He was no longer the hero-in-training in a U.A. tracksuit, but the global pop sensation. He was clad in sleek, dark attire, and in his left hand, he held a gleaming electric guitar, its polished body reflecting the stadium's brilliance.
A low, expectant hum rippled through the colossal crowd, escalating into a deafening roar as recognition swept through the stands. Millions of viewers worldwide, tuning in for the Sports Festival, leaned closer to their screens, surprised by the unexpected halftime spectacle.
Minato reached the microphone, a confident yet inviting smile gracing his lips. He raised his free hand, acknowledging the thunderous applause, and the roar softened, a testament to his undeniable charisma.
"HELLO, U.A.! HELLO, WORLD!" Minato's voice, amplified and perfectly balanced, boomed through the stadium, carrying a vibrant energy that thrilled every listener. "ARE YOU ALL ENJOYING THE U.A. SPORTS FESTIVAL SO FAR?!"
A fresh explosion of cheers, whistles, and shouts of "YEAH!" answered him, shaking the very foundations of the arena.
Minato's smile widened. "THAT'S WHAT I LIKE TO HEAR!" He then lowered his voice slightly, a playful glint in his eye. "Now, I've got a little favor to ask all of you. I've been giving you all a show with my Quirk, right? Well, now... I want your help. I want every single one of you to be a part of this show!"
A ripple of intrigued murmurs went through the audience. How could they, the millions of spectators, participate in a concert?
"Alright, listen closely," Minato instructed, his voice compelling. He paused and then with perfect rhythm, he stamped his right foot twice firmly on the stage floor. Thump, thump. The sound, amplified by the stadium's state-of-the-art sound system, reverberated through the entire arena, a deep, resonant beat that settled in everyone's chests.
"Now," Minato announced, his voice almost a whisper, yet electrifyingly clear, "I want every one of you to join me. Ready?"
He then repeated the motion. Thump, thump. The entire stadium held its breath.
"Perfect!" Minato's voice rose, building the anticipation. "Now... after the two stomps... clap your hands on the third beat!"
He demonstrated, clear and precise. Thump, thump, CLAP!
The challenge was met with a moment of fumbling, then a collective understanding. One by one, then by the thousands, the rhythm began to coalesce. Thump, thump, CLAP! Thump, thump, CLAP! It started as a disorganized patter, then grew into a powerful, rhythmic wave that surged through the stadium.
Soon, the entire stadium was alive with the raw, primal beat. Stomp, stomp, CLAP! Stomp, stomp, CLAP! The collective sound was immense, a unified force generated by millions of feet and hands, shaking the very ground, a raw, exhilarating display of human connection. The rhythm filled the air, a living, breathing pulse.
"YEAH! THAT'S THE SPIRIT, LISTENERS!" Present Mic roared, his voice almost drowned out by the thunderous rhythm. "THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE! THE ENTIRE STADIUM IS ROCKING!"
In the commentary booth, Aizawa allowed a subtle, almost imperceptible smirk. He's good. He knows how to command a crowd, even without his Quirk.
All Might, meanwhile, was practically vibrating with joy, a wide, unrestrained grin splitting his face. He began to clap along, his giant hands making audible thwacks. Young Namikaze... he can truly inspire anyone!
The students of Class 1-A, seated in their designated viewing area, were wide-eyed. Mina Ashido was already stomping and clapping with fervent enthusiasm, her acid-yellow eyes gleaming. "This is so cool! Go, Minato-kun!" Kaminari Denki grinned, sparks literally dancing around him from excitement. "He's got the whole stadium under his spell!"
Bakugo Katsuki, despite his earlier defeat and characteristic scowl, found himself unconsciously tapping his foot to the rhythm, though he quickly stifled it with an indignant scoff. "Damn Blondie, always gotta show off!" he muttered, yet his eyes remained fixed on the stage.
Todoroki Shoto watched, an unreadable expression on his face, but his right foot was subtly tapping the floor, a subconscious rhythm joining the collective.
Suddenly, a soaring, powerful electric guitar riff sliced through the air, perfectly in sync with the rhythm. Minato, his eyes alight with passion, leaned into the microphone.
"Buddy, you're a boy, make a big noise
Playing in the street, gonna be a big man someday
You got mud on your face, you big disgrace
Kicking your can all over the place, singin'..."
And then, his voice, powerful and clear, resonated through every speaker, perfectly matching the iconic anthem:
"WE WILL, WE WILL ROCK YOU!"
The stadium erupted. The collective stomp, stomp, CLAP! amplified, becoming a primal heartbeat that filled every corner of the arena. Thousands of voices, initially hesitant, now joined Minato, roaring out the chorus.
"WE WILL, WE WILL ROCK YOU!"
A young fan in the stands, no older than ten, jumped up and down, stomping his small feet and clapping his hands with all his might, his face alight with pure joy. His mother beside him beamed, recording the moment on her phone, singing along.
"Buddy, you're a young man, hard man
Shouting in the street, gonna take on the world someday
You got blood on your face, big disgrace
Waving your banner all over the place"
We will we will rock you
(Sing it out!)
We will we will rock you
On screen, the audience cam captured various reactions: a group of Support Class students headbanging enthusiastically, a Pro Hero like Fat Gum swaying his large frame to the beat, a pair of elderly grandparents in the audience smiling fondly, their eyes twinkling as they clapped along.
"He truly captivates them," observed Principal Nezu, perched high in the VIP box, his paws tapping lightly to the rhythm. "Beyond his Quirk, his charisma is a powerful asset. He unites them."
In one of the stands in the stadium, a young woman with messy buns and a penchant for blades, Himiko Toga, was shouting the song with A wide, almost innocent smile stretched across her face. "He's so cool!" she chirped, a strange light in her eyes as she mimicked the stomp-stomp-clap rhythm.
In contrast, in a dark, desolate hideout, Tomura Shigaraki watched the broadcast, his hands clutching the remote so tightly his knuckles turned white. "This is disgusting," he snarled, watching the unified crowd. "This is everything that's wrong with society. A symbol of peace? No. Just another idol. It makes me sick!" He lunged for the screen, but Kurogiri's warp gate shimmered, preventing him from destroying the monitor.
But back in the stadium, the energy was infectious. Minato strummed a powerful chord on his guitar, his voice soaring with the next line, drawing everyone deeper into the moment.
Buddy you're an old man poor man
Pleadin' with your eyes gonna make you some peace some day
You got mud on your face
Big disgrace
Somebody better put you back into your place
We will we will rock you
(Sing it!)
We will we will rock you
(Everybody)
We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you
The crowd's response was phenomenal. They weren't just passively listening; they were performing with him. The raw, guttural chant of "WE WILL, WE WILL ROCK YOU!" bounced off the stadium walls, a collective roar of defiance and unity. The cheers between verses were deafening, the energy palpable. This wasn't just a concert; it was an experience, a moment of shared, unadulterated rock-and-roll rebellion, led by a hero-in-training who seemed born for the stage.
Minato, seeing the unbridled joy and unified power of the crowd, strummed his guitar with renewed vigor, a genuine, joyful smile spreading across his face. He truly was rocking them.
Minato continued, his guitar soaring, transitioning into other original songs – from high-energy rock to soulful ballads. The afternoon sun cast long shadows as he commanded the stage, his voice and music weaving a captivating spell.
As the final notes faded, a thunderous standing ovation filled the stadium. Minato returned to the mic, his face alight with gratitude. "THANK YOU, U.A.! THANK YOU, EVERYONE WHO JOINED IN! You didn't just listen; you became the show!"
With a final bow and a wave, Minato exited the stage, leaving the stadium buzzing with energy and the lingering echo of his performance.