Izuku had enough troubles being a Charlotte. Things got worse when he suffered an injury scarring his face to forever resemble his father's. Join him as he tries to become a hero and proves the world wrong by bringing his family to justice.
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Walking into the area for the contestants, I felt the air be tense. The people who were in the room had an air. Many of bloodthirsty murderers. Without even knowing any of their background, I could tell right off the bat that these men and women have tasted bloodshed and were not afraid of it. 'Feels oddly like when I was in UA as a first year.'
"Hey, kid." A larger man that looked as if he was a gladiator by his helmet and attire spoke up. He oddly enough towered over me to hold a condecending smirk. "This aint a place for kids. So how about you run along, get yourself some milk and play marbles with the other kids."
"Oh, I would play marbles with kids. But the thing is, they don't play fair. And if I do drink my milk, would I be as much a brainless loser like you?" A couple of the contestants in the area smirked at this to make the gladiator clench his teeth in rage.
"YOU THINK YOUR SO TOUGH, BRAT!?" He went to punch me with it doing next to nothing. I moved away from it and grabbed his head. Once it was in my hands, I slammed it down on the concrete floor to imbed him in a crater. The hit knocked him out on impact. I honestly didn't care for him, but I wanted to prove a point to those watching. I wasn't here to be treated like a snot nosed brat. I was here to get the Flame Flame Fruit for Ace.
"Hold it right There!" One of the referees came over looking rather irritated. "You can't fight anyone outside the arena! That's grounds for immediate disqualification!"
"My apologies, but he came at me first. The end result was of self defense. I'm sure there's a safety net for it." The referee seemed to not buy it until a rather large and older man spoke up.
"The boy speaks the truth. The gladiator picked a fight he couldn't win." Other people started to agree and mention they saw the whole thing to show the gladiator was the aggressor and threw the first punch. The referee looked unsure but relented eventually.
"Alright. But try not to get into fights here and leave it for the arena. People come here to see a good fight and it wouldn't be fair to them if you take out the opponents here." He had a stretcher carry out the gladiator as I turned my attention to the armory they had. It seemed as if the weapons were sharp and ready to use.
"This seems a little much for entertainment."
"You're right. In the past, the colosseum was a place to train yourself in skill and safety." A girl with pink hair under a gladiator helmet spoke up. She wore for the simplest terms, a golden colored bikini for armor with matching boots and a blue cloak to finish. Her weapon just from glancing at it was dulled to the point it'd be almost impossible to harm anyone even if you tried.
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"I take it that's not the case now?"
"No." She seemed irritated while continuing. "After Doflamingo became the ruler, he had the gladiator battles be more violent. The weapons that were dulled became sharpened. He believed that showing bloodshed of the men and women who are prisoners here would make the crowd more enjoy the fight. But all it does is cause mindless bloodshed."
