Ten years before the manifestation of the first quirk, a glowing child from China, the world has undergone its first change.
Gates opening into various dungeons led to the surfacing of the primordial type of people, called Awakened, or Hunters, the...
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5一 they said time heals. they lied.
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HE WAS PREPARED FOR WHAT WAS to follow after his decision. He knew what he was doing, but it still hurt. Being ripped apart, displaced in a world not quite his own, left to fend for himself with only the vague whispers of his soldiers as comfort.
It was as if someone decided to rip his kidney out and dangle it in front of his face. Teasing and taunting, mocking his conviction. (He'd be lying if he said he hadn't wavered at least once.)
Jin-Woo was born human. Jin-Woo was made into something more. Otherworldly and completely different. He didn't fit. Like a stray piece of a larger puzzle, he stood to the side and watched the proceedings of the world. Not interfering, not giving his input, not feeling like he belonged.
He felt lost. The sudden transitions were too much. Perhaps he was simply feeble at his core, meant to forever hesitate when it came to his own emotional distress. Or perhaps he still did not know who he was, wandering with his identity lost in a jumble.
To the rest of the world, he was a hero.
But who was he to himself?
Ashbourne? A plausible possibility, but a wrong presumption nonetheless. Ashbourne was him, yes, and yet he was not all that Jin-Woo represented. He was so much more that just a title and his prowess.
Though not many seemed to notice that.
The Monarch of Shadows watched with wanton eyes the world around him, his back reclined on the facade of a water tower as he willed for time to stop so his food won't cool down before his companion's arrival. Glittering lights and sparkling buildings loomed over him in the distance, tentative at forcing a feeling of powerlessness onto him. It promptly failed.
There were times during his fights when he felt as if he could rule the world. But that was never the person who he was.
Jin-Woo was selfish and rarely did his selfless side make an appearance, but he'd never really seen himself as someone quite that different.
He was a complicated being. He wondered minutely if there will ever be a person determined to figure him out.
He huffed at that. Another hundred years will pass before that'll happen.
(Oh how wrong he was.)
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TOKOYAMI FUMIKAGE REVELED IN darkness, especially given his quirk, but he felt quite blinded at the moment. ("You have potential. I just feel like you're wasting it.")
His second internship with Hawks had gone drastically different from the first one, though to say that standing up here, his hands desperately trying to hold onto the metal of the water tower was exhilarating would be a lie. Hawks must be long-since desensitised to such heights, he subconsciously noted, eyes finally ripping themselves from the visage of the hero.
