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Swords and Heroes MHA (Hero of Honor remake)
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  • Reads 8,917
  • Votes 273
  • Parts 49
  • Time 14h 45m
Ongoing, First published Sep 25, 2024
Mature
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Shiba Ryuji The Infamous Hitokiri battousai in the Modern hero society and also known as the Swords man who killed one thousand villains.

His Ideals is the Cleansing of the world through blood and force during his dark days as an assassin.
Using the Style he Mastered from his childhood, Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu which Is the Flying heaven swordsmanship  which he was taught to fight off the villains and also the ursurpers of the dark Era.

As of Contrary of Izuku Midoriya whose ideals to Save people with a a smile, Shiba saves people with a Sword and sacrifice by blood.

(A/N I AM SO SORRY TO REMAKE THIS! BECAUSE I HAD BETTER IDEAS FOR THE BOOK ALL THE WAY BACK TO THE EPISODE ONE!)
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The bandages that covered his face in life have fallen away, all incinerated and hanging loosely around his neck. His face is completely destroyed. Unrecognizable. The skin covering his face is no longer there, all having melted away. His blood vessels have all burst, his nerves have fried along with the majority of his muscles. His jaw opens and closes a little bit. His eyes bore into me. They're large and round and completely accusing. His teeth are covered in bits of burnt muscle. I feel my heart thudding in my chest. He steps closer, closer. His bone gleams in the dim light. As he closes in on me, a pounding noise begins ringing through my ears. My heart beat- ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. It looked like he had been tossed into a fryer, fried alive, and he had been. By me. I did this to someone. I killed someone's team mate, someone's son. I killed someone's important person. -- Kimiko Kioku, a memory keeper. Never forgets anything, always notices, from the exact way the wind blew her hair against her face to coloring with her brother at five to the lullaby her mother would sing to her as she rocked her when she was not even a year old. She remembers. She remembers the blood, the glassy, clouded over eyes her brother had as he said his last words. She remembers the very first person she killed. She remembers how abandoned she feels, and how everything always feels like it's falling apart at the seams. (Can you say 'worst summary ever to exist'? Okay, maybe not that bad. But still pretty bad.)