People pretty much hear what they want to hear, see what they want to see, believe what they want to believe. And I guess I fell into that trap as well. I wanted to believe hero's are kind, but I live in the real world.
At a young age I learned hero's do not live up to the expected reputation. Due to hero's my parents, innocent bystanders, were killed due to them coming too close to a disaster area. At the age of ten I was parentless and the very hero who killed my parents did nothing.
All might the supposed symbol of peace and justice is a murder yet society chose to cast me to the side enticed to see their symbol of peace prosper!
I hate them! I hate them all! The ignorant fools are blind to the truth.
All for one he is a true hero taking quirks from those who don't deserve them using the very quirk they rely on against them.
As I watch the fight between All might and All for one, as I see All might lose his quirk, my heart warms with joy even as the fools around me cry out his name. These idiots crying and sobbing are blinded to the justice that has been long overdue.
All might the unbreakable man is finally broken. The day is finally here!
Death to All might!
Death to All might!
Unfortunately my hero, All for one, gets arrested but at least I can sleep easier at night knowing true justice has been served and All mights time is at its end.
Death to All might!
