Two years have passed since he's received One for All. 1 more year and he'll be qualified for the UA exams.
All Might has been heftily involved in training, and has been stepping aside from hero work. Considering that his time is only going to reduce, it is a wise choice.
He's finished his masters in Astrophysics and is currently working on a ph.D program under Nezu.
Nezu has been mentoring him in psychoanalysis and deductive work.
He's had a lot, and I mean a lot of experience as a vigilante. The police have thankfully accepted him well by now. He's been readily involved in 50 cases officially.
Now. December of 2336.
Now, he's on a winter vacation. He's asleep on the plane to Norway. He's visited Europe twice and North America once.
Right now, he plans to trek across the Jotunheimen mountain range and for the final 2 weeks, he plans on staying in Brittany, France, and finish the New Year's in Paris.
The trek, is cold extremely so. The winter wind bites into him. Puts on his gloves and hat, and begins the long march.
He's been walking a long while. The sun seems to be setting. Probably 3 pm right now?
Hah. He wants to sleep for the first time in a long time.
So he takes off his large backpack and sets up a tent.
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"Face me! Sekiro!" Isshin Ashina exclaims.
Sekiro unsheathes his blade once more.
He won't lose. Not this time.
The fight goes on as usual, endless strikes and parries being thrown around.
There's no time for techniques or gimmicks. Isshin is simply too fast for those.
Lightning crackles, Isshin speeds up.
Sekiro is prepared. Sakura petals follow as he leaves the ground in a triple spinning strike, the lightning leaving with him.
Isshin jumps to intercept, and rebounds it back.
Sekiro dances again, sakura petals gracing their presence.
'Let go.' He feels a voice in the back of his head. Demonic, dark.
He pierces Isshin's heart.
Lightning strikes Isshin's body as he wakes up again. Faster, stronger than before.
'Let go! Let go!' The voice rages.
Sekiro feels rage, an impulse rising from deep within. He feels frustrated. Wrath following him in flames.
'LET GO!' The dam breaks.
Embers envelop Sekiro's old scars, licking his clothes in bloodlust. His right eye glows red.
He moves faster than before, yet somehow it's still not enough.
Isshin pierces his stomach.
Sekiro's vision goes black. He feels anger.
"Hesitation is defeat." Isshin spits out.
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Pink light surrounds him as he opens his eyes again?
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Midoriya of the Dragon's Blood
Fanfiction"Oh shinobi, open your eyes." These are the words a small child named Izuku remembers from his extremely vivid dream. He was wounded and hungry, which shouldn't be possible since it was just a dream, right? Follow this story as a child finds his spo...
