A.N: AS YOU CAN SEE, I AM NOT DEAD! Once more, so sorry for the long wait guys, because we're back with another chapter! Again, University is kinda kicking my ass right now with assignments and set work, but I ain't gonna yield just yet. Aaanyway, good lord, 200 Follows... even though I'm not updating as much, thank you all for the support. I never though that I'd reach this level at ALL, and each of you have a part to play in that.

God Doesn't Love You: There WILL be a hiatus before the main timeline, just so I can give the story and myself some breathing room and finalize the drafts that I've got. I promised that I'd make it there, and I WILL deliver.

Cheerfulreaper: Ooh, another fan of the Kengan series! Having recently gotten into it, I couldn't help but incorporate it somehow into the story, not to mention with how Kendo and Ohma seem to share a few similarities, not just in characteristics but also in the way they look, at least according to the Anime depiction of Kendo. Thanks again for the support dude, and give me I link to your story, I'd LOVE to check it out!

SkeenTheDream: Hope I didn't keep ya waiting for too long my man, back again! Don't worry, a LOT of punches are gonna be thrown ;D

Flamingp0tat0: Regarding all three reviews, first I'm glad that the story was able to capture your eye! Honestly hope that you're still reading, and I think you for your honesty. Second in regards to Aizawa being a teacher already, don't worry, I don't blame you for feeling off about that, but there IS a canon explanation for that. As far as I'm aware from the Bnha Vigilantes manga, Midnight, who was a year older than Aizawa and Yamada, had already planned to become a teacher and hero right after she graduated. In addition to that, the also offered the teaching job to both Aizawa and Yamada right after their OWN graduations, making them take the same path as she did, teaching while also doing hero-work. Could be wrong, but that's what I know XD. Finally, glad that you took the dyslexia well, like I said, I wasn't too confident when it came to writing out that part. And don't worry, as time passes Deatharms is gonna move away from the entire minor antagonist role, just give him time. Thank you again for your honesty and support dude!

CJL1821: Dude, thank you so much! I'm so happy that you're enjoying the story so far and hope you stick around for more!

Guest 1: Hope you continue to find it epic dude!

Guest 2: I'm so sorry for the wait man XD

With that being said, let's hop right into where we left off! Enjoy!


Rumble, Young Man Rumble

Chapter 39

The path of Ashura


"Hehehe…" The thing in control of Kendo giggled, "Let's see how long you last when I'm trying to take you down."

"Oh?" The robot hummed, surprising the other Kendo. This wasn't a random line in the robot's programming. "Even I think that you'll have a hard time taking care of this particular Unit. Consider this a secondary test, Ashura."

"…You sent the robots out on our classmates," The other Kendo said, his grin dropping off of his face. "You're the one who Satsujin was talking about."

"Interesting! This doesn't appear to be part of your quirk. Higher cognitive functions? Faster processing of information?"

"…Instinct," Ashura said, his grin returning to his face.

"Hmm, very well. Regardless, you said you were going to… take me down?" The eyes of the robot seemed to glint in amusement. "And how will you do that? Will you find me and attempt to bring me to justice, as your heroic predecessors once attempted to?"

"I'm not like my predecessors," Ashura said, grinning wider as he crouched down, pure white eyes glinting back.

"Really now…In what way?"

(Que Music: Doom Eternal OST, Cultist Base)

"…I lack restraint."

Ashura leapt in like a while animal, snarling and laughing in equal measure as he prepared to swing a big right hook. King Crimson seemed to scoff at the big windup, only for Kendo's fist to blur right into its face, far faster and more vicious than what had been previously seen. Even with its systems running well beyond maximum efficiency, it was barely able to keep up with the wild flurry of completely random attacks that Ashura threw at it. Left overhand, right swing, wild right roundhouse, a whipping headbutt to the faceplate, all of it landing with the intent to break and destroy.

Still, King Crimson would not fall, at least not so easily. It set its feet and slammed its fist right into Ashura's gut, stunning him for a moment and leaving him open to a right and left hook clean to the face. Ashura wasn't stunned in the slightest despite his lip being split wide open in a spurt of blood, a wild right uppercut blasting its body into the sky. He followed up, grabbing it by the ankles and roaring as he spun it around and smashed it everywhere he could find: the dirt, a boulder, several trees, all of them breaking and shattering under the sheer might of Ashura. The robot recovered after there was a few moments that Ashura couldn't find something to throw it against, quickly lashing out with a kick to Ashura's arm and forcing him to let go.

Ashura growled as he moved in to try and grab it, only for the robot to seemingly disappear in a burst of dust, reappearing behind Ashura and prepared to take him out with another smash to the back of his head. Instantly, Ashura had already turned around and caught the overhanded blow, prying its arms apart and smashing his skull into King Crimson's face repeatedly, cuts opening up freely on his head as he cackled. Again it retaliated effectively, managing to deflect another headbutt before ramming a knee into Ashura's stomach, knocking the wind out of him for a moment and leaving him open for a powerful throw into a nearby tree. Despite the throw, it seemed like Ashura took no real damage whatsoever, the boy bouncing right back into the fray with a flying punch that shattered more of its faceplate.

'This… this is more than just animal instinct or even battle-insanity,' Nobunaga thought, a blissful and joyous smile on his face. 'I was right… this is a genuine demon! The concept of violence made into a physical form! The God of Wrath, Ashura!'

The operating systems of King Crimson went into absolute overdrive, steam billowing from between its glowing-hot plating as it rocketed a mighty punch in retaliation, blasting into Ashura's face and sending him tumbling head over heels right through a tree, the bark shattering and falling with an echoing *BANG*. Nobunaga worried that he may have had the robot put too much strength into the blow, only to smile as he saw Ashura stand up, smiling right back with bloody teeth and white eyes.

"Hmm… now I'm all warmed up!" He cackled, his shoulders rolling smoothly as his body seemed to sway somewhat, entirely loose and relaxed. "Kendo… Kendo said the Water Kata was all about relaxation, so how about this?" He stood straighter, his stance extremely relaxed as he slowly walked forward.

"Water Kata, Secondary Ultimate Technique: Flow-State."

"You still rely on Martial Arts?" Nobunaga scoffed, "What a shame. Delve into the power of your Quirk! Unleash your inner God!"

"God…? You mean the Advance." The air around Ashura seemed to waver for a moment before he shook his head, his face more serious than before. "No. Kendo… Kendo doesn't use it like a crutch… so I won't either. We are going to beat you without it."

The robot stood there for a moment before steam billowed out of it at an even more furious rate, its body hunched as it was about to pounce. "Every time I think that I've finally made some progress with you, you just love to keep setting me back one way or the other, don't you? Fine then." King Crimson shot across the field, his body literally disappearing before he reappeared in front of Ashura, a full-blown right hook to the face blasting across his cheek and snapping his head to the side.

A flurry of unending blows seemed to riddle his body, a final uppercut to his chin appearing to snap his head clean off of his shoulders, only for him to snap his head right back down onto King Crimson's like a hammer, its knees buckling under the sheer force of the strike. It did not back down, vanishing and reappearing to his side, again trying for a right cross to the chin. This time though, Nobunaga's eyes went wide: the punch just seemed to slid right off of Kendo's cheek, even though he snapped his head to the side. Furiously, he punched in commands to force King Crimson's functions even further beyond its limits, its own internal systems beginning to fry at the power output. Right uppercut, no effect. Left roundhouse to the ribs, no effect. Left hook, no effect. Nothing was having an effect on Ashura, and Nobunaga knew that it wasn't because of his quirk defending him in any way.

'No… that Water Kata of his…!'

"Like I said, I'm completely relaxed," Ashura giggled after another right hand seemed to have no effect. "I'm… not good with Kendo's Niko Style, so I can't use it like he can. But this… this isn't something he's good at. This is where I THRIVE!" His hand blurred once again into a terrifyingly fast right swing, cracking into King Crimson's chest and flinging the robot backwards, barely able to catch its balance before he had covered the distance again, teeth bared like a predator on the hunt. The robot barely managed to dodge another violent swing that threatened to take its head off, though its retaliation was swift and brutally efficient, two jabs shooting out before a roundhouse aimed to shatter Ashura's jaw. He didn't even take the blows this time, his body moving far more sharply than before to dodge every single attack, slipping the two jabs and swaying back from the kick with ease. He moved to close the distance again, only to have King Crimson appear behind him, chopping down at his neck. His eyes weren't even on the attack, yet he slipped right by it, whirling around and grabbing it by the face before slamming it bodily into the ground. Ready to ground and pound, he hissed in pain at the searing heat of King Crimson's metal. While punches only offered a mere instant of touch, and extended grip on the hot metal was sure to burn and hinder him, so locks and holds were now off the table.

He leapt back from a swipe meant to gouge out his eyes and grinned again. 'That's fine by me. No holding back anymore.' Just as King Crimson stood up, Ashura moved in, both fists clenched. The robot unleased a metallic bellow as its fists flew forward in a final desperate assault, throwing literally everything it had at the Ashura. His defensive ability in the eye of the storm was perfect, even better than Kendo. Every dodge, duck, slip, bob ad weave was unshackled by rigid technique, free movement allowed in almost every direction, at any angle. Non-monotonous, non-repetitive, and completely unrelenting. This was simply Formless Violence.

A right cross was dodged at an almost absurd angle, Ashura swaying back and launching an uppercut that ripped right through its arm at the elbow, the appendage flying too far for it to repair itself. Even then, it was barely able to access that function thanks to its overheating systems, wires literally melting into slag. Ashura's mouth opened as he unleased a roar of his own, booming through the trees and echoing into the sky as his arms seemed to multiply.

"MESSATSU!"

Something about these punches were so much more vicious than before. Every one of them exploded across the entirety of King Crimson's body, each punch landing wherever they could without exception, one of them ripping off his left arm at the shoulder, more molten slag flying through the air like blood. Ashura continued to scream, punching even harder and faster as he tore into the robot with every intent to kill. An absolute last-ditch effort, the robot swung its right stump at Kendo's head, only for him to duck down smoothly, right hand drawn back. All seemed still for a single moment before he unleashed a final roar, swinging his fist straight up with everything he had.

(Music End)

The bones in his hand and forearm couldn't handle the blow, snapping like twig on impact. At the same time, King Crimson was certainly worse off. The wild punch caved in its chest before ripping clean through, tearing the robot in half in a shower of sparks, slag and shards of broken steel. He didn't stop there, a wild chopping kick to its head slamming it down to the floor and squashing it like a melon. He stood there, watching as the light in its eyes died out, feeling something rumble in his chest at the sight, his head pounding.

"…More…" He snarled, his white eyes growing wider, lips pulled further back. "We need more power… more violence!" His head was ringing, vision bleeding into red as he clutched himself. "MORE…!" There was only white noise in his ears, the sound drowning almost everything else out. There was a voice, grating by his ears, irritating, infuriating. It was another threat, something that wanted to stop him. "YOU… YOU THINK YOU CAN KILL ME!? I'LL KILL YOU ALL!" He screamed, launching himself into another fight to the death.

Aizawa stood there for a moment, in awe at the display of raw violence at hand. Kendo was a boy with incredibly combat potential, a mix of natural speed, strength and technique that was sure to make him a n incredible fighter. This was not Kendo. This was just a display of the sheer intent to kill and the madness that came along with it, the young devil screaming into the air like a wild beast basking in the glory of the kill. It muttered to itself, something deep and grumbling before it squeezed its eyes shut, clutching its head as if in pain, mutterings quickly getting louder.

"…power… violence!"

"Kendo, can you hear me?" Aizawa tried, cautiously stepping forward. "Everything is alright now, you've handled the threat. Let's get you over to Recover Girl and-!"

"YOU… YOU THINK YOU CAN KILL ME!?"

"Kendo, I'm here to help-!"

"I'LL KILL YOU ALL!"

He was almost unprepared for the ferocity of his straightforward leap, much faster than what Kendo was normally capable of. Yet he was still somewhat ready, sharply leaping up and slamming his heel right between Kendo's eyes, hoping to discombobulate him right off the bat, or at least stun him for a time. He wasn't expecting Kendo to take the blow full-on and walk right through it, yanking Aizawa by the leg and bringing him close before grabbing the hero by the face, snarling as he slammed him down into the ground.

The slam cracked the solid dirt apart, Aizawa almost blacking out as he sunk in nearly a full foot deep. This may well have been the hardest he'd ever been hit, but a pro didn't simply go down so easily. He gnashed his teeth as he grabbed Kendo's wrist and lashed out, a kick precisely stabbing into the larger boy's jaw. Caught off guard by the swift retaliation, Kendo's brain rattled slightly as his grip loosened, giving Aizawa enough breathing room to launch himself up and smash his knee into Kendo's nose, blood flying from his nostrils. The knee seemed to wake him back up however, a left hook racing for eraser's side and sure to snap the smaller man's ribs. Aizawa was no fool: he sharply used his airborne position to deflect and push himself away from Kendo's punch, if only barely, before he threw out a sharp hook-kick for Kendo's head.

With his timing, he should've been able to hit him, yet Kendo's dodge was far sharper than he had anticipated, the boy spinning into a whirling back-kick. The boy's lack of accuracy was what saved Aizawa from having his chest caved in, barely able to deflect the brunt of the kick as it sent him flying backwards, forcing him to tuck before landing on his feet.

'Those movements of his are imprecise, but they're far faster and hit much harder than he should be capable of, like he's no longer limiting his output. But his unnatural defence and speed is shocking. It's almost as if… no…' His eyes went wide as he dove to the side, again barely dodging Kendo's fist and body flying right at him and smashing right through the tree behind him in a shower of splinters. 'Is he attacking and defending without conscious thought!?'

Such a feat was something not unheard of in cases where a person flees from the face of danger with everything they had, the so-called 'flight' response, but this was the first time Aizawa had seen a human being use it as a legitimate fight response, cranked all the way up to eleven. There was next to no lag-time in between each movement, his body pushed beyond its metal limits in this state of his. Still, Aizawa knew his advantages.

Despite his speed and power, Kendo in his berserk state lacked precision, something Aizawa could take advantage of the moment he had room to breathe. Second, it was clear that despite Kendo not slowing down, he was tiring fast, on top of his broken right hindering some of his movements. The image of Kendo's normally happy-go-luck and determined face, now twisted with insanity that was not his own, set something off in the pro. An image flashed in his head, of a boy with cloudy white hair and a smile so similar to Kendo's own, the same face turning into the image of a caved-in skull. The two images should've been completely unrelated, yet in this moment, they were one and the same.

'This is my student, and I WILL help him.'

Eraserhead knew that aiming for Kendo's head was a bad idea: if this was caused by some issue with his brain, further damage could likely make it worse. Kendo was dangerous, but he had been through worse, much worse. Kendo screamed again as his fingers dug into the bark of the destroyed tree, muscles bulging as he tore off a chunk of wood the size of his torso, before he pitched it right at the hero. This time though, it was Eraserhead who moved in, leg flashing out as he slammed the ball of his left foot into Kendo's liver. Despite his madness, his body locked up in pain as his blood-pressure dropped, almost leaving him open for another sharp kick to the stomach. His instinct kicked in once again as he dashed backwards, a bit slower than usual, and something Eraserhead didn't miss.

Kendo roared as his punch blasted out with almost no telegraph behind it. Even then, Eraserhead smoothly ducked right under. Kendo may well be powerful, but this was a hero in his prime, someone who was truly used to fights like these. An elbow pierced into Kendo's ribs, right below his armpit as he bellowed in pain, moreso as a ick right to his knee made him buckle. Flow-State simply wasn't helping, his mind too jumbled at this point to use it properly and his body getting too tired to keep up.

He tried to grab at the pro, only for his wrist to get twisted off to the side, unable to guard as rapid body-shots slammed into his chest, solar-plexus, heart, liver, stomach, and floating ribs. His face twisted with agony as he tried to attack with a wild roundhouse for Aizawa's head, the man ducking easily as his capture-tape lashed out, wrapping around Kendo's supporting leg before he yanked hard. The boy slammed onto his back, thankfully avoiding hitting his head, but wasn't able to get out of the way as Eraserhead smashed his heels into Kendo's stomach, vomit almost flying out from his mouth. The hero didn't stop, savagely stomping on his ribs and stomach over and over again, watching as the boy struggled to breathe and fight back. A weak swipe was met with a heel smashing right into Kendo's palm, bones cracking from pressure it wasn't meant to endure. Still he fought back, the rage in his pale eyes only growing even further with every passing second. He let loose a shrill scream as veins suddenly popped up on his face, the air around Eraserhead heating up and his own instinct screaming at him. Be barely managed to leap away as Kendo's broken fist threatened to take his head off, a blast of actual air-pressure making him lose his orientation and land on his back. He was quick to recover, rolling to his feet and ready to dodge, only for his jaw to nearly drop at the sight before him.

Bits of Kendo's skin seemed to suddenly burst outwards in a spray of blood, crimson steam whipping violently around him as his vein-ridden skin turned a dark red. No… it was more as if his skin was tearing in certain places, his muscular system literally becoming too powerful for his own skin to contain. He… it had no sense of control and self-preservation. It was little more than a demon that was there to mindlessly lash out. And now, at full power with the intent to kill, the Possessed Kendo looked at him, his eyes now pure red with the intent to annihilate.

"KENDO, STOP!" There was a flash of white sparks and Rumi stood in between them, crouched slightly as if ready to jump right at him. Red eyes were dripping with tears, fear on her face not for herself, but for the sake of the boy in front of her. The demonic snarl melted off of his face, the heat and steam suddenly vanishing.

"Ru…mi…?"

"You big idiot, YES IT'S ME!" She shouted, striding towards. "Please, stop. Y-you're hurt." Aizawa flinched as Kendo raised his hand, though relaxed as he gently touched her tear-stained cheek.

"Crying…"

"Forget about me," She snorted, almost smiling as she touched his own face. "Just calm down and come back to me." He closed his eyes and breathed out gently, leaning into her touch. When he opened his eyes again, familiar yellow eyes stared back at her.

"…Rumi?"

"Welcome back, you idiot," She sighed, wiping her eyes with a chuckle, Aizawa sighing as he finally relaxed. "You scared me for a second. Do remember what happened?"

"Yeah, actually…" He sighed, rubbing the back of his head with a grimace. "Felt weird, being in the backseat like that… oh, scruffy-Sensei, I'm so sorry for attacking you!"

"It's fine," Aizawa said, already back to his casual self. "It wasn't necessarily your fault anyway. Make sure you're more… diligent next time."

"Will do Sensei," He chuckled. "Well, time to get patch u-!"

All he took was one step before he promptly vomited, blood among the remains of his breakfast. Sure, his body was damaged from overexerting itself in tandem with the Advance, but that had only been for a brief period of time, barely more than a second really. It was his head that was the problem. Kendo collapsed to his knees, crying out in agony as it felt as if his brain was trying to rip its way from his skull, the pain so blinding that his vision was pure white and his hear was nothing more than a jumbled mess. He writhed on the ground, barely able to hear the terrified and worried shouts of Rumi, his head mixed with both himself and Ashura screaming in pain.

"ITHURTSITHURTSITHURTSITHURTS!"

The pain grew so much to the point where he physically could not take it anymore, his eyes rolling up into his head as he blissfully passed out, everything fading black.

(To Be Continued...)


A.N: So the fight may be over, the battle has only begun for Kendo. Again, this is something I've been building up to for a LONG time, and I'm interested to see any theories you all might have on what's going on with him. That being said, enjoy and peace out!