The Protection Hero: Stockade.
A usually calm and quiet voice loudly splinters through the air with determination and courage.
"GET BEHIND ME, I WILL BE YOUR SHEILD!"
At the forefront of the heroes, a young but towering boy stands. His body turning...
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(Pictures of Kabeya is drawn by me.)
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"Listen Kirishima, Tetsutetsu, you are their shields. Their walls. Like you, I am the same. But I am the shield for the two of you. The promise we made at the beginning of the year has stood high. As this war continues to rage on the wall of that promise is crumbling on my end. My purpose is to protect, to stand between the heroes and the villains, and take as much of the brutality and physical abuse as possible. Before my own body, much like the wall of promises, crumbles down to the ground able to be rebuilt with the right means, but the right means no longer able to be found." The duel-haired teen said looking at both of the hardening quirk users. "When that happens, promise me you will continue to fight for yourself and not in revenge for those you have lost."
The orange-eyed male smiled at the shorter teens as his quirk did its job. Neither of them returned the smile, even as the duel-toned teen turned and ran to the forefront of the battlefield in front of them. Both hardening quirk users screamed for the living statue quirk user to come back, and soon those around them joined. As they all watched the male, blood flowing out of the cracks of his normally smooth stone skin, crumble to the ground. His smile never falling as his body gave out. His chest, rising, but not as much as it should.
"KABEYA NO!"
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And so it begins, another story that will probably be left to gather dust on the shelves that sit in the abyss of oblivion.
