As I sat in class, the murmurs of my classmates filled the air, their voices buzzing with excitement and curiosity about the infamous vigilante, Black Death. It had been months since I had last spoken to Bakugo, and the memory of his betrayal still lingered like a bitter taste in my mouth.
The incident with Jason's girlfriend had been the final straw, the ultimate betrayal that severed whatever tenuous connection we had left. Bakugo's bullying had always been a thorn in my side, but to stoop so low as to betray someone close to me in such a despicable manner was unforgivable.
I clenched my fists, my jaw tightening with barely-contained anger as I struggled to focus on the lesson at hand. The thought of Bakugo's actions made my blood boil, but I knew that dwelling on the past would only serve to distract me from my goals.
Instead, I turned my attention to the rumors swirling around Black Death, the vigilante who had been making waves in the city with his relentless pursuit of justice. His targets were facilities that experimented on those without quirks, semblances, auras, or sacred gears-people who were already vulnerable and marginalized.
As the whispers grew louder, my curiosity piqued. Who was this mysterious figure, and what drove him to take up the mantle of vigilante justice? Was he a hero, a villain, or something else entirely?
I couldn't help but admire his courage and determination, his willingness to stand up for those who couldn't defend themselves. In a world where heroes and villains clashed daily, Black Death's brand of justice was a beacon of hope for the downtrodden and oppressed.
And as I sat in silence, lost in my own thoughts, I couldn't help but wonder if Bakugo ever regretted his actions, or if he was content to live with the consequences of his betrayal. Only time would tell.
(Why is he so innocent)
Shoto: from what I've heard he's a normal
Shoto's words cut through the chatter of the classroom like a knife, drawing the attention of everyone in Class 1-A. As he spoke, his voice held a hint of certainty, as if he had firsthand knowledge of Black Death's true identity.
Me:A normal? No quirk, no semblance, no sacred gear or aura?
I repeated, my eyebrows furrowing in disbelief. It was hard to fathom that someone without any supernatural abilities could accomplish the feats attributed to Black Death.
The revelation sent shockwaves through the classroom, disbelief and confusion evident on the faces of my classmates. For so long, Black Death had been shrouded in mystery, his skills and abilities the subject of speculation and rumor.
Lida:But how is that possible?
one of my classmates exclaimed, voicing the question that was undoubtedly on everyone's mind.
Lida:How could someone without any powers become so skilled in combat?
Shoto shrugged, his expression unreadable as he leaned back in his chair.
Shoto:It's hard to say for sure
he replied cryptically.
Shoto:But from what I've heard, Black Death's mastery of swordsmanship is unrivaled. Some even say he's reached the level of Sword King.
The mention of the title sent a ripple of astonishment through the classroom. "Sword King?" someone exclaimed, their eyes widening in disbelief.
Kirishima:What the hell does that even mean?
Shoto nodded, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips.
Shoto:It's a title reserved for only the most skilled swordsmen
