son of the 5th

New heights

Daigoro laid in his bed pondering tomorrow. It was going to be a tough day as he now had to re-learn his strength and adjust it to his needs but that was in like 10 hours. Daigoro just went back to sleep.

An hour into his snooze his mind began to float, drifting slowly into the realm of sleep.

Now entering your free trial of death, roll a d12

Two men stood face to face on opposite sides of the street, staring each other down; though Daigoro could not see their faces it was clear they were radiating murderous intent. All at once they moved, running at full speeds, appearing as nothing except blurs with every step they took. The ground beneath them cracked, shockwaves erupting as they made contact with every punch, sending the other crashing into buildings; breaking them down as if made of children's building blocks.

A silhouette stood on one of the broken buildings as smoke and fire billowed around them. He wasn't sure how long this man had been overseeing the fight for, but he knew many lives had been lost during this fight as well as both men being heavily injured. The larger one moved and struck with the rest of his strength, causing the surrounding area to be damaged even more, just to defeat his foe, the person that stood victorious above it all.

As it all ground to a halt he heard one last phrase before it all blacked out.

"Arigatou..." Somehow, the voice sounded oddly familiar to Hikage, the man from the forest... the prior holder of One For All.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Daigoro was breathing heavily, his veins thrumming with adrenaline, glancing at the blindingly bright blue numbers, he read 05:03.

Acknowledging there was no point in attempting to return to the realm of sleep, he sighed and stood up, pausing momentarily as a wave of dizziness crashed over him.

By dawn Daigoro had decided to take a break from hero work, at least until he could get his bearings on his new found power and what it entailed. A bit of unwanted attention and several questions on how a whip-like power evolved into super-strength/super-speed would be very unneeded. At this point he could pick a fight with Mountain Peak -the currently ranked number one hero- and likely win. He needed to stay out of everyone's sight, including his own wife.

Only Izuku will know, should know, if word gets out... He'll find me. I'm nowhere near prepared to fight that man. I need to be prepared.

Daigoro acquired his training clothes and some heavy weights, some chalk and a few hand grip strength machines and placed them in the back of his pickup truck. He then went back inside to prepare breakfast till Izuku woke up.

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Some time later, Izuku arose from the realms of sleep. He gazed at his ceiling groggily, pondering his existence and the true purpose of it, then struggled from his bed and to his closet to acquire school clothes before showering.

As he went through his morning routine, the gears in his mind were turning rapidly. OFA has been through 5 generations right? With Shinomori having at least 18 years under his belt, assuming afo was around 20-30 years old each user would at least have 5-15 years with OFA, this guy is definitely more than 80... Izuku thought as he flexed his newest move around his left arm ' black-armament' where he wraps wrath-whip around his body , creating a dark mist like gauntlet radiating a low purple glow.

I have been working on this move for a while,it gives me decent protection from the elements. Unfortunately physical attacks still hurt though it's less but it definitely adds to the fear factor though which is nice... Izuku hummed quietly, agreeing with that thought as he finished his shower.