The Hero Beyond the Gears of Time (Izuku x Kendo)

Ch 25: A Stain in Hosu City

Sooooo what's up peeps, its been like what? 3 months? Anyways Ive kinda had this chapter sitting as a draft because I hit a MASSIVE writers block and decided to get off this site for awhile. Anyways I'm back and I might continue this story, or not... but here's a new chapter!

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Okay so hear me out, I'm going to buff Stain up A LOT, since at his current level he wouldn't be much of a challenge. So, he's going to be way faster, and he's going to actually have attacks that don't involve his swords, meaning he'll need a lot of power too. That's pretty unfortunate for Kendo and Iida.

Nobody's POV:

"What is this perjury... this isn't what being a hero means. This is all lies!"

"Akaguro, please be quiet while I'm teaching. I'd like to speak with you after class."

Chizome Akaguro, a promising young hero which righteous ideologies, put his head down, cursing the day he enrolled into this school. No matter how much he tried to convey what he thought was right, he was quieted, bullied, and lied to. His only goal was becoming a hero, one like All Might. He wanted to be the truest hero, just like his idol, but the torment from people rejecting his views seeped into his veins, causing him unbearable anger and rage.

"Akaguro... if you do not stop disrupting the class, I may have to speak with your parents." The male teacher stood with his arms crossed at his desk. The day had ended, and he was sternly scolding the boy.

Chizome clenched his hands, digging his own nails into the flesh of his palm as his knuckles became white. "Your teachings are false, you can't do this... you can't lie like this." He said through gritted teeth. If the teacher had seen the look in his eye, he would've seen pure unadulterated hate, like nothing he's seen before. Hatred that would be bottled inside one boy, stored up for years to come.

"Young man, come with me."

Long story short, Chizome was kicked out of school, only because he was expressing his beliefs with others. The anger ridden boy walked through the streets of his home town, gazing at different heroes that patrolled during the evening. "Fakes... nothing but fake heroes. If only this world can go back to what it once was, where they were all like All Might."

"You are correct."

"Huh? Who's there?"

Chizome turned to his left, where a crumbling building stood. It was abandoned, not being inhabited by anyone for years. He took a few short strides towards the broken brick building, peering inside the cracked windows. A hand appeared in front of the window, startling the boy for a moment.

"Come. I believe the same things you do."

Chizome hesitantly walked inside the building, smiling a little at the thought of finally having a friend that believed the same things as him. Following a stranger's voice into an abandoned building is sort of suspicious though...

"Who are you?"

The figure emerged from the shadows, revealing a man in a suit, with white hair and a mask covering the top half of his face. "I am the truth. I believe what you believe. This world is indeed overrun by fakes... and you will help me terminate them. Come here."