𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐒: bnha x atla

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄́𝐆𝐄́

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 of dawn stretched across the sky, gently illuminating the ocean as it whispered against the shore. On the sand stood Iluliaq as a solitary figure.

Surrounded by the hush of the early morning and the rhythmic lapping of the waves, Iluliaq's breath misted in the cool air. With a dancer's poise and a warrior's focus, he commanded the water around him, drawing it up and shaping it into deadly shards of ice. Each movement was a word in the language of waterbending, spoken with the fluency of a poet and the precision of a master.

His arms swept through the air as he practiced, ice and water coalescing into formidable weapons at his command. The energy around him crackled, and the sound of his movements melded with the natural symphony of the oceanz

Suddenly, his reverie was interrupted by a voice that cut through the solitude.

"Wow, impressive." The voice exclaimed with a tone of genuine awe.

Iluliaq's gaze snapped upward, and he spotted a figure descending toward him. The newcomer sported feathered, ash blond hair and golden eyes that glinted in the morning light, complemented by a pair of striking red wings.

"Who are you?" Iluliaq questioned, his voice cool and detached. Even though he didn't follow the hero rankings closely, he could tell this man was no ordinary passerby.

The flyer landed gracefully in front of Iluliaq, feigning shock at the question. "You don't know me?" He said with a chuckle, hovering just off the ground to meet Iluliaq's gaze— the man was rather short compared to Iluliaq, then again Iluliaq towered over most people in Japan.

"I'm Hawks, the number three hero." He declared, his golden eyes locking onto Iluliaq's oceanic pair with a playful challenge.

Iluliaq merely raised an eyebrow, utterly unfazed. "Oh." He replied, his tone dripping with indifference.

"That's it?!" Hawks puffed out his cheeks, taken aback by the lack of recognition or excitement. "Anyway, what brings you out here, practicing at the crack of dawn? You aiming for the U.A. entrance exam?"

A nod was all Iluliaq offered in response, his gaze lingering on the horizon rather than the hero before him.

Hawks tilted his head, curiosity piqued. "So what's your name, icy mystery man?"

"Kiyotsuki Iluliaq." He answered succinctly, his voice carrying the chill of the waters he bent.

Hawks studied Iluliaq for a moment, sensing the cold facade wasn't just an act but a part of who he was— a person who viewed the world and its chaos with a bored, sarcastic eye.

Yet, he couldn't help but probe further, drawn to the enigma of the person before him.

"You're a tough one to crack, Kiyotsuki." Hawks said with a grin. "Though I've got a feeling there's more to you than meets the eye. Care for a little sparring match? I'm curious to see how those ice moves of yours hold up against a hero's speed."

Iluliaq considered the offer for a brief moment. The thought of engaging with this world's peculiar brand of warriors was intriguing, if not slightly amusing.

Iluliaq arched an eyebrow at Hawks, his expression a mask of indifference. "Why would I spar with you?"

Hawks flashed a confident grin, undeterred by Iluliaq's stoicism. "I'm offering you a chance to test your skills against one of Japan's top heroes—myself." He replied, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "It's a great opportunity, especially with the U.A. entrance exams just around the corner."