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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫: 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑 - "𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐢'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞"
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𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫
the battlefield stretched as far as the eye could see, torn asunder by the relentless clash between heroes and villains. towering buildings had become rubble, and the city streets were scorched, lined with the wreckage of countless skirmishes. smoke and dust clouded the air, adding to the suffocating intensity of the scene. amidst the chaos, two figures stood unwavering, pillars of resistance facing down a colossal force that loomed over them.
endeavor and shoto stared up at gigantomachia, his massive form casting a shadow that blotted out the sky. atop his shoulders, like a conductor overseeing the destruction below, dabi lounged, casually shaking a water bottle in one hand, his expression almost bored, as if the destruction around him was no more than a game.
"hey, there you are!" dabi's voice rang out, carrying a gleeful malice as he looked down at them. his eyes locked onto shoto with predatory intensity, a dark smile spreading across his face. "ah. shoto's with you. perfect."
endeavor felt a chill run through him, his eyes widening as he took in the figure before him. "he brought the league...? dabi!" he barely managed to speak the name, the weight of it pressing against his chest.
but dabi merely shrugged, his expression unbothered as he tilted the water bottle, letting its contents drip over his head. "acting like we've never met... that's a bit harsh, don't you think?" he chuckled, his voice mocking, each word heavy with scorn. "call me touya. after all, it's the name you and mom gave me." as the black dye washed away, it revealed stark white hair, a haunting reminder of the boy endeavor once lost. it was a twisted transformation, like seeing a ghost from a nightmare made flesh.
"touya..." endeavor's voice barely escaped him, thick with disbelief, and a pain so deep he could hardly breathe.
across the nation, with the help of skeptic, televisions and phone screens flickered, and dabi's face, twisted with hatred and cold satisfaction, cut through every broadcast, his voice ringing out as if he was speaking directly to each viewer. "sorry to interrupt," he said, the words casual yet carrying a weight that froze hearts. "my name is touya todoroki. the number-one hero is my father."
as if scripted to perfection, the broadcast footage changed, showing dabi seated shirtless on a sofa, his posture relaxed, as if he were telling an intimate story. his tone was almost conversational, but his eyes burned with vengeance.
"yeah, i know, my face is pretty disgusting now," he sneered, his tone laced with bitter humor. "but it's funny, don't you think? my own family couldn't recognize me. kinda sad. or maybe just pathetic."
