The Quest : MHA fantasy au

The barbarian and his dragon

Chapter matches with savage daughter by sarah hester ross 

T.w description of shooting a rabbit & mention of vomiting, because really...who wants to skin a rabbit for the first time?

If I can remember correctly we had just left our hero in the hands of some newly found friends, a mug full of hot tea and a mind full of stories and adventures. Well, to continue that story, I must tell you another.

This tale starts off a little different, and far back into the past.

So if no one is stopping me?

This story is held, gripped? in the palm of a boys hand, and his name is Katsuki Bakugo.

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Katsuki Bakugo was a loner, a lone wolf, he didn't need any friends or extras in his vocabulary. Katsuki Bakugo was also an asshole, threatening anyone who came within five feet of him. He was selfish, self-centred and he thought that the whole world worshiped him. Katsuki Bakugo was also a prince, which made it legal that he was to be worshiped.

This was how he ended up trekking through the woods, with his fur coated boots crunching over recently dropped leaves, a sword hanging by the side of his waist, the makeshift belt keeping up his black pants and a long red cape swung by his feet. The back of his neck was covered by large amounts of faux fur whilst the front of his chest was littered in sparkling necklaces, jewels and most importantly teeth. No not human teeth, fangs, all from different animals, Katsuki Bakugo wore them like trophies in a desperate attempt to make sure nobody messed with him.

Although I'm pretty sure that his attitude and face does that already.

Underneath his cape and hanging around his shoulder was a bag, filled with supplies that will at least last him a month, his mother had not been too harsh. His mother, god that hag, Bakugo thought as he kicked a tree resulting in a large amount of leaves to fall on his ash blonde hair.

In what world would a mother kick out their child from the castle because he was too 'unruly'

Mitsuki bakugo, that's who.

"I don't want to see your face until that smirk of yours can actually form a nice smile, until you can be polite and well mannered, or at least find someone who can teach you to say thankyou, come back when you're worthy of the throne" She had thrown the bag at him with no effort and continued to shut the door. Bakugo had walked off, sulking, and now he was here. Wherever here was.

His red eyes searched the horizon, the line of crimson in the sky made it seem as though the sky had erupted into flames. As though heaven itself was burning in its own white ashes.

'those basterds deserve it' the blonde thought as he settled in a nearby clearing. His cape provided a good bedding and blanket at the same time. Katsuki watched as the sky burned itself out, the slight orange tint still stuck in the embers of the horizon as blue fades to black. The sky littered with the glowing embers.

Katsuki sighed as he settled in for the night, a day of adventuring lay ahead of him, and a month of exploring, and a year of trekking. Maybe he wasn't so against this idea. Maybe he could become a better person, nicer, a year up in the mountains could do him some good.

A couple of days later he ran into some merchants, the blonde had decided to walk along the road for an hour or two. Only because it was easier and less bumpy, he would have to reroute his map to the next village or town to get some supplies. The pouch of gold coins banging against his leg could last Bakugo two years if he used it well. The thought brought a smirk to his lips, that was when he saw them.