Endeavor's Bastard Son [Bakugo x Male!OC] TodoBaku

14) Bend Until It Breaks

🍁Ren🍁

I listen to Koda screaming his lungs out on top of the nearby cliff, trying to extend the distance his voice can travel when calling for animal aid. That's gotta be rough on his throat. We've been at the camp for three days now. I'm sitting with Sato and Momo consuming large amounts of food to increase our Quirks.

When my body is drained it's harder for me to manifest and control my sand. If I become too weak I can't use it at all. Not even able to manifest on its own to protect me if I lose consciousness. So, in keeping my body's energy at a hundred percent while constantly using my Quirk I'll be able to extend the amount of time I can use it.

I'm doing this by constantly creating sand golems. I start small and work my way up, attempting to make them bigger each time. I try using something big every now and then to decrease the blowback. I usually try not to do big moves that'll drain me too fast.

For example when facing off against Pixie-Bob's creatures I had to make a larger amount of sand than normal. It was the only way to completely wrap it around such a big target. I wouldn't be able to crush it otherwise. Doing that multiple times over is why I could barley stand eight hours later.   

Overall it's still good that it took me so long to get to that state not to mention I was already exhausted at the start. "Damn it!" I glance over to see Bakugo putting his hands back into the pot of boiling water. I wince and focus back on my sand creatures, eating as I go. I feel bad for Shoto and Bakugo.

I think my brother got it the worst though. Alternating between freezing and basically cooking yourself. That sounds like hell. "Don't lose focus," Aizawa calls down to us from one of the cliff edges. "Each of you can move faster and no matter what you're doing just remember where you started from."

I think I'd rather not remember. I wasn't a very good person, but I guess I had to go through all of that in order to get to where I am now. If I hadn't gone through hell, who knows, I might not have even made it to UA. "Don't forget who you were before UA. Always keep in mind why your sweating and why your limits keep getting tested. That's what it means to improve."

I narrow my eyes, my thoughts briefly becoming dark for a moment. "Ren!" I'm snapped from my thoughts when Momo grabs onto my arm in fear, my eyes widen when I see what's towering over us. When I was a kid my sand would often manifest by itself without my commanding it.

Me being the lonely child I was pretended that this sand was a creature inside myself that was always protecting me. That was my imaginary friend phase I guess. I would often draw pictures of myself along with the creature I imagined was guarding me. When I grew up and my drawing skills were decent I revamped my old childhood drawings.

Remembering all the times I'd talk to myself and pretend this imaginary being could hear me. I guess my mind wandered as I was creating my sand golems, and I must've briefly thought about those drawings, bringing my imaginary friend to life. I don't know just how much free will my golems may have which is why I've been creating simple things.

This is the first time I've ever made anything that could be considered a beast like Pixie-Bob's dirt monsters. "Ren, get rid of it!" Momo shouts fearfully still hugging my arm. I blink, realizing I've just been staring this whole time. "Why? He's not doing anything."

The creature is no bigger than a great dane and is standing on the table we're at, sand tail lazily flicking back and forth. If I were to describe how it looks I would say it looks like a fox, badger, and a big cat all in one. It just looks like a fantasy creature which, as a child, I was a big fan of stuff like that.

Still am today. It's so surreal for me to see it standing right in front of me when before it was just a figment of my imagination. I gesture the creature to get down off the table and it immediately listens. All the times I imagined this guy watching over me as a child, and talking to it as if it were real.