It's been a long time, but I am back. I missed you guys and I gotta say I am glad to be back. I have to take a long hiatus delete a lot stories. I was dealing...well I was dealing to say the least. I was in bad spot, lost a lot family and great friends over the year and I nearly thought about what my life meant. I talked to a lot of people and I started to get better. Some even convinced me to get back into writing and here we are. I am glad to be back and for those that have adopted my other stories you can keep them. I will let you have those, they are yours now. I have started a new project and I bring you Deku: The Hero Without Fear.

As you can already tell that this is Daredevil/my hero story, but if you know my work then you know what I can do and what I bring to the table. Anyway enjoy the chapter, more to come soon. Rapid is back bitches.

Disclaimer: I own nothing that doesn't have (OC)

Chapter 1: From Darkness To Light

Inko was walking up to a scene that made her worry, she saw many people crowding around an area, it looked to be a bad accident. As Inko continued to walk more and more to the direction of the accident, the more she worried. The worry she felt, something was telling her that something bad had truly happened.

The whispers, the murmurs of what she heard. A boy pushing a man. A truck swerving out of control. But the one that hurt the most was the description of the boy. One person said that the child had green hair and that made her drop her bags and run. There was only one person...one child that she knew that had green hair.

Inko continued to run till she arrived a crowd of people that were in a circle. Inko pushed past the men and women with all her strength, she fought through them to arrive at the exact center of the accident and when she did she saw a scene that made her heart drop. Her thirteen year old son was there lying on the ground.

"IZUKU!" Izuku heard the scream of his mother and called out to her.

"Mom," The child spoke aloud and Inko came to Izuku's side with blazing speed, she kneeled down and grabbed his head.

"Mom, where are you?" Izuku cried, his mother grabbed his hand to show that she was right next to him. Izuku held it tightly, something was happening to him. He didn't feel well.

"Izuku, I'm here. I'm right here." Inko looked at her son with tears in her eyes, but soon she looked up. She saw a wetness that was in Izuku's eyes and looked around at the scene, a truck that was on its side.

"Your boy," Inko turned to an elderly man that was on the ground with a few cuts and bruises.

"Your son, he...he saved my life." There were some good Samaritans that were helping him up, but Inko was still confused. The liquid-like substance that stained her son's eyes, what was it?

She soon got her answer when she saw more of the liquid and saw where it came from, she widened her eyes when she saw the yellow barrels that had a hazard logo on it.

"Oh god," Inko whispered, it did not take her long to piece together what the liquid was and where it was located. Izuku's eyes were covered in the stuff. Inko grabbed her shirt and brought it to Izuku's face, she knew that this probably wouldn't amount too much, but the quicker she gets the liquid off of him the better he might be.

"Izuku stay still."

"Mom, it burns. It burns!" Izuku screamed, he was getting a burning sensation from his eyes, god how they hurt him. It was like his eyes were on fire. The young teen looked at his mother, but soon something happened. His vision, the vision of his mother, was fading from him. The colors of the world faded until he left with nothing, but darkness.

"Mom...I can't see. I can't see. I can't see!" Izuku screamed as he had officially lost his sight, his mother grabbed him and brought him in for a hug. Unknown to Izuku this was his baptism, he may have lost his sight, but in return he will see the world far different and far better than anyone else.

At The Hospital

Inko was in her son's hospital room, she sat in the seat next to his bed. Her son was asleep, bandages covered his eyes. The doctors told her that they did everything that they could for him, now they await for the results from the test that they ran.

Inko grabbed her son's hand. She wasn't sure if he could feel since he was asleep, but she wanted him to know that she was here. That she was not going anywhere anytime soon. Inko raised Izuku all by herself, his father walked out on them...for their protection of course. Inko knew that, she understood it, but that didn't mean she agreed with it or that she liked it.

Izuku's father and her met in the states, they worked together for many years. They were supposed to have a work relationship, but their feelings for each other could be contained and then one drunken night they shared the passion. Inko's thoughts about her former lover passed the moment the door opened and she looked up to see the doctor.

Inko removed herself from Izuku's bedside and went to the doctor. When she arrived Inko was led out the room so that both of them could speak in private. When she stepped outside, the doctor closed the doors to the Izuku room.

"What did you find?" Inko got right to the point and the doctor had spent the last few moments preparing himself for this. This was the toughest part about his job and that was telling that news to his patients.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Midoriya. We did the best that we could, but the chemicals got too deep into your son's eyes. The effects that the chemicals had on your son caused him permanent blindness. He will never see again." Inko felt her whole world shatter right before her eyes. Her son...blind.

It was already hard enough for Izuku to be quirkless, but now blind. What hope does he have now in his future? No, she can not think like that, she needs to be there to support her son now more than ever. Things were going to be different, she knew that the moment that Izuku was born, she prepared herself when she found out that he was quirkless, and now she prepared herself for this. There will be many things that she needs...that needs…

"I will give you a moment." Inko didn't understand why the doctor would say that till she felt something wet on the side of her face. She touched it and felt that it was tears, she was crying and she did not even know it. She was crying because her son had lost his sight. She's been planning and not for a moment she did take a rest to...to just let it sink in. Izuku is blind now.

He will never see the sky, he will never see the woman that he loves, he will never see her face again. Inko collapsed on the ground and put her face in her hands and just cried for her son. She was glad that Izuku was asleep so that he couldn't hear her, but unknown to the mother Izuku could hear her.

Izuku could hear everything. Izuku heard what the doctor had to say, he heard that he will forever be blind and the teen just cried. Tears came down the side of his face as he mourned the loss of his sight, but during his mourning he had yet to figure out that he had gained something greater. He had gained better hearing, better smell, better touch, better senses. It will take time, but Izuku can and will accomplish what he is after and that is being a hero.

A few days Later

Inko wheeled Izuku into their home, it was a nice two story home. Inko has a lot of money in the bank and it was thanks to Izuku's father. The man acclimated quite the sum and gave most of it to them to live a happy life.

"We are home Izuku." Inko tried to sound happy and cheery about it, but Izuku could not care. The teen's face was blank as black shades were covering his eyes, the bandages were removed and his green eyes that contained life and joy. They were replaced by lifeless green orbs that saw nothing, but darkness. Something that Izuku will continue to see for the rest of his life.

"Do you want anything to eat honey?" Inko tried to cheer her son up, but it was failing, she couldn't do anything to help him. Izuku appreciated what his mother was trying to do and loved her greatly for it, but he was not up for it. He doesn't think he will ever be up for it. In fact he just wants to be alone right now.

"No thank you, mom. I just want to be alone right now."

"Ok, then I will help you to your room." Inko offered to help Izuku, but the teen denied it. He wanted to do it himself, he needed to do it himself. Doing that would prove to himself that he was not worthless and useless to anyone.

"No!" Inko was caught off guard by the intensity of Izuku and the teen could hear her heart jump. Izuku shook his head, there was no way that he could hear that. He just brushed it off as nothing.

"I'm sorry mom, I...I just want to do it myself." Inko nodded her head, but Izuku could not see it so she replied with an ok.

"Ok," Inko grabbed Izuku's by his hand to help him up from the wheelchair, the teen was wobbly on his feet, but once he steadied himself he was alright.

Izuku reached out and felt nothing, so he reached to the side to feel the wall on his right side, he then reached to his left to feel the stair railing. Once he felt that Izuku slowly began his ascent up the stairs, he had climbed more than enough as a kid to remember that there were seven steps up. Izuku counted with each step.

'One, two, three, four, five, six, and seven. I…I did it.' Izuku mentally patted himself on the back for climbing up the stairs, but the worst had finally arrived as he took his next step and tripped. He fell, but at least he did not fall down the stairs. Inko wanted to help her son, but the scream from Izuku told her otherwise.

"Don't help me!" Izuku screamed, his pride preventing himself from being helped. He was already quirkless, so by definition that meant that he was worthless to the world. Now he was blind, now he was crippled and worthless.

Izuku silently cried, trying to hide the sound of emotion from escaping. His voice failed and that is when Inko had enough. She had seen enough pride when it came to Izuku's father and will not see it from her son. Inko came upstairs and reminded Izuku that it was ok to ask for help.

"It's ok," Inko told him as she grabbed him and Izuku cried some more. Why did this have to happen to him? He was a good boy, he went to school, he got good grades, he never did anything wrong, in fact there were times when he helped people and how does the world reward him. They took his eyes from him like he was being punished. He didn't understand it all. Why him? Why couldn't he get a quirk? Why couldn't he have his father around? Why couldn't he just be normal?

Izuku cried some more and Inko just hugged him, she rubbed his hair to soothe him and when he was ready she would take him to his room. "I know you are thinking that you are worthless, but you are not." Inko began to speak to him, she knows her son well enough to know how he thinks.

"But...But-"

"But nothing. You are my son and that is all. You will do great things, I know it because you are your father's son." Izuku stopped crying, it is rare that his mother talked about his father and this is one of the rare times that he gets to ask about him.

"Was he a good man?" Izuku asked and Inko smiled when thinking about him.

"Yes, he was the best. He had a brave and kind heart, he always wanted to help people and even when they said no, he still found a way. A man without fear, I often called him that since he was always running head first into danger. I followed him everywhere, I was always going to be by his side, but when he lost someone that he cared about he decided to push me away. He didn't want to lose me or you. I know you have questions about him, but always know this Izuku, your father loves you." Izuku took her words to heart, this the most he ever heard about his father. It truly gave him a lot to think about when it came to the mystery of his father, but for he was tired of lying on the floor.

"I'm…I'm ready to move now." Inko smiled and helped him up, she had him lean on her so that they could count how many steps it would take to get to his room. While leaning on her Izuku felt her heartbeat, it could feel on through her skin. The constant beat, it was like a drum and He heard it clearly.

'What's happening to me?' Izuku wondered as his body kept on changing, he arrived at his room and mother took to his bed. The teen laid down on it, feeling the sheets and comforter tickle his skin. Izuku never felt anything like this before, this sensation..it was…there are no words that he could use to describe what he is feeling right now.

Inko went to the door and she looked back at her son with a determined look, there may be something that she could do. Inko knew what she had to do, she had to make that phone call. There were going to be no more excuses. It has been too long and now more than ever her son needs to make a call. A call that she swore she will never make.

Inko arrived in her room, she held a cell phone in her hand. The phone was an old burner phone that could not be traced when the calls were placed. Inko opened the phone and dialed the only number that was saved in it. When she placed the call Inko waited for the receiver to answer it, it did not take long before she got a voice to speak to her.

"What do you want, kid?" Inko rolled her eyes, of course that is how he started the conversation. It's been decades since he has last seen her and he acts like his work is important right now.

"Hello to you, Stick." Stick with the man that Inko has called to help her son. Stick is...many things, none of them are good, but the one thing that he's good at is training. Her son still wants to be a hero, she knows it, if he's anything like his father then he will continue to find a way and the best she could do is set him on that path.

"Look Stick I know what I said to you last time and I still stand by it, but...I need your help. My son...he was recently in a bad accident and he lost his eyesight."

"And what do you want from me?" Stick asked, his voice devoid of emotion, he didn't care that the boy suffered a traumatic accident, that's the world and it isn't fair. Inko did her best to control her power, Stick has a way of pushing buttons and getting under people's skin. It was his way of teaching and as messed up as it was, it did work. Her brother was proof of that.

"My son is my treasure, he wants to be a hero and...and I want you to train. If there is anyone who can a blind boy it's you. Hisashi told me what kind of fighter you are and I want you to make him just as good as you." Inko didn't hear anything from Stick when she finished her declaration. She wasn't sure if Stick would even accept, why would he? What would Stick had to gain from teaching her son, but to her surprise she got an answer.

"I'll meet with the kid, see what he's got." that wasn't a yes, but it also wasn't a no. Stick would meet with her son, meaning he will evaluate and see if Izuku is worth his time.

"I'll be there tomorrow." The line ended after that and Inko looked at the burner phone, there was another number in the phone. In total there were three, one was for her husband, another for her brother, and the last one was Stick. Inko contemplated calling the second number which was her husband. She truly thought about telling him about the condition of their son, but went against it. He made his choice when he chose his mission over them. The first was her brother, another story all entirely. Her brother...well, she wasn't sure if she was ready to go down that road just yet.

Inko just closed the phone, her son's condition will only be known to Stick and no one else. For now though she will prepare dinner and get ready for the next day. Come tomorrow her brother's master comes for a visit.

The Next Day

"Thank you guys for coming," Inko greeted the Bakugo's, a neighborhood that lived a couple blocks down from them. Inko let both Masura, Mitsuki, and their own son Katsuki into the home.

"Of course we'd come Inko. The moment we heard what happened to Izuku we wanted to visit immediately, but we knew that you both needed time." Mitsuki spoke to the fellow mother, she was...is Inko's best friend. Inko smiled as she and the family sat down on the couch, a coffee table separating them.

"How is he?" Masaru asked as he took a sip of coffee, the coffee was not entirely meant for them. It was meant for another guest that had not yet arrived. Inko was fine with it though, knowing Stick like she does she knows that he does not want one for the weak liquid. He prefers the harder stuff like alcohol. When asked the question, though Inko lost her smile and looked to the stairs, her son had not come down even last night. He did not want to, he has just been cooped up in her room like a shut in.

"Bad, he has come down since coming home and he's barely eating." Masaru and Mitsuki could see the pain of the mother, she was dealing with so much and she was dealing with it all alone. Inko looked at the youngest Bakugo, she could see that he was not paying attention to all of this, no doubt his attention on the boy upstairs.

"Katsuki, you could go up if you want." Katsuki took the offer without hesitation, he left the couch leaving the room to the adults. The teen walked up the stairs and found Izuku's room, it was the one with the open door. The door was half closed, Katsuki knocked on it and not waiting for an answer he gently pushed it open. The door opened and Katsuki saw something that he never thought he would see and that was a defeated Izuku.

Their relationship is…sour to say the least. They have not really been together since they were kids, it all started with Katsuki getting his quirk first and then it went to him feeling weak when Izuku asked him for help. It was petty and stupid, but Katsuki is prideful man and believes that he never needs help. Since their relationship turned sour Katsuki has been called Izuku by a moniker that is known as Deku...worthless. Seeing how Izuku is now, it would be a kick in the stomach if he calls him that now.

"De..Izuku," Katsuki had to catch himself, but Izuku didn't respond to him though. He just sat on the bed, his eyes covered by black shades that his now lifeless eyes, a walking stick was in his hands and he was leaning on his knees.

"I...I am sorry for what happened." Katsuki never apologizes, but even he would have to do this the way Izuku looked...it was terrible. He looked dead and hopeless, a far cry from what he remembered the teen to be.

"I heard that you pushed a man-"

"Go away." Izuku told him, he didn't want to hear the story of him being a hero. All his life he wanted to be a hero and look where it got him, here seeing nothing, but the darkness. He didn't want to be a hero anymore, he didn't want anything to do with the heroes, in fact all he wanted now was to be alone. To sit in the dark, it was going to be his new home now.

"Look I am trying to be n-"

"What nice? Get real, we all know that being nice is not part of your personality. Just go away, I don't want to hear anything about being a Deku or how I can't be a hero cause you know what. You win! Quirkless can't be heroes, look where that got me. Blind for the rest of my life. So just do me a favor and go away." Katsuki heard every word, he didn't need Izuku to look at him to see the effect of it cause Izuku was right. Being nice is not his thing, he was going to belittle saying that this was faith, he was going to do all that, but he was always going to say that he was wrong.

"Alright I get the message Deku, but you should know something. Deku also means that you can do anything and you sure proved that. You saved a man that counts as a hero in some people's eyes." Izuku heard the words of Katsuki and bit his lip. He was trying not to cry, but the tears were coming down.

Katsuki was right, god how he hated to admit that. Katsuki was right, he was a hero. What kind of hero can one be if they are not really to sacrifice? All Might had sacrificed his body many times over to protect people and never not once stopped. Is he going to stop?

Izuku wonders on that question just as the Bakugo's were leaving, but something happened just as his mother was saying goodbye. Izuku heard something, the sound..almost like echo, he heard it. It was coming from the front door, a heartbeat, it was slow, but it was there. Izuku has felt this since the accident, he was able to hear more, but has yet to tell anyone. He kept it to himself, but now he was denying it. Something was happening to him and he got the full proof of that when his ears just exploded in pain.

"ARGH!" Izuku grabbed his head, covering his ears, but to no avail. The sound that he was hearing everything and hurt...it hurts so much. The sounds of cars, the alarms going off, sirens, everything. He was hearing it all, the sound poured into his ears.

Inko walked to the door to let the Bakugo's out and just as she was about to let the family go the doorbell rang. Inko curiously opened the door and when the door was fully opened she saw that the guest had finally arrived. In front of her was a man with black shades, a walking stick in his hand, grey hair, wrinkled skin, cargo pants and jacket with a black hat on his head. The demeanor and posture of the weak old man, yeah, it was him. The legendary Stick had arrived.

"Inko," Stick greeted with a stoic face, his blind eyes hidden behind his shades. Inko looked at the man's shock, this is not what she had planned, not with the Bakugo's here.

"Stick," Inko whispered, Inko quickly regained her self control and looked behind her to see that the family was still there. "Ah, Mitsuki, Masaru, this...this is a teacher for Izuku. If you all will excuse me I need to bring him to my son." The Bakugo nodded their heads, but Katsuki didn't.

He kept an eye on the old man, there was something different about him, he didn't know what, but he knew that his gut was telling him something. As Katsuki walked past the man he caught a glimpse of his right eye. It was as expected of blind man, but what caught Katsuki off guard was the fact that the man saw him. He shifted his eye to him and that made Katsuki widen his eyes, he blinked only for a moment and the man's eyes were forward.

Katsuki wasn't sure what he saw was real, but the gut feeling got a whole lot stronger as he left the Midoriya house. With the Bakugo's gone Inko could now focus on Stick, the elder man let himself be by walking past the woman. She huffed at his rudeness, but expected it.

"He's upstairs." Inko told him, but Stick already knew that. He was already making his way up there. When both him and Inko got to the door they could see that it was already open and that Izuku was writhing in pain. Inko widened her eyes when she saw her son grabbing his ears, trying his best to cover them. He was swinging his head back and forth in pain, whatever was hurting was hurting him bad.

"Izuku!" Izuku winced some more just from the call of his mother, even though it hurt his ears. Inko moved to help her son, but Stick stopped her. He raised his walking stick blocking her path, and the woman looked ready to kill the old man, but Inko would soon find out why Stick did what he did.

"Listen." Stick told her, Inko did listen and there was no sound. Not one thing, but yet whatever was happening Izuku could hear it. Her son was hearing something that she could not.

"Izuku, what's wrong?" Inko asked, she needed clarification and Izuku gave it to her as painfully as he could.

"It hurts. The noises, there is so much noise." There it was, Izuku was hearing everything that was happening outside, a sound that was beyond her own ears. That shouldn't be possible though, his condition made him blind...unless the chemicals make his other senses stronger in exchange for his sight.

"There is nothing wrong with the kid Inko, the kid knows it doesn't you." Stick reached into his pocket, grabbed a pair of keys, once in hand and out of his pockets Stick threw them as hard as he could and to Inko's surprise Izuku caught them right out of the air.

"You're getting stronger." Stick confirmed, maybe this trip was worth his time. "Let's take a walk." Stick walked out of the room. Izuku still had the keys in hand, but soon dropped him. The noise had stopped and he could now hear himself think.

"Mom...who was that guy?" Izuku asked his mother and she didn't know how to answer that, so she told them the only thing that she could.

"He's your teacher from here on out. Now, grab your walking stick and meet Stick at the door." Izuku nodded his head, he grabbed his cane and began to move down the stairs, but as he moved he could hear the sound of what was going on outside, the birds chirping, the cars moving, the people talking. Every sound that they were making was giving him vision, he could see, it was strange, but he could see the house. It wasn't actual vision, but what he could see was an echo or a radar.

Inko watched her son go down the steps, she watched him do it easily and without help, the first time he's done that. She could see what Stick was seeing, Izuku was seeing, but he was seeing far better than she could ever hope to see. Whatever those chemicals did to her baby, they made her stronger and now Stick was going to bring that strength to the next level.

At The Park

Izuku and Stick were sitting next to each other in the park, both of them were on the wooden bench. To some it looked like a scene of a grandfather spending time with his blind grandson. Both of them had ice cream in their hands as they just sat in silence. Izuku ate his treat, but got tired of the silence and asked the man who he was and what he wanted.

"Who are you?" Stick ears perked when he heard the teen's voice, he didn't touch his ice cream yet. He wasn't going to eat it to begin with, he only bought it to train the kid and show what his gift could really do.

"I have many names, but those that know me tend to call me by a common name. Stick." Izuku squinted his eyes, he never heard a person named Stick.

"What kind of name is Stick?"

"Do you like the hero's Izuku?" Stick asked the young teen out of the blue and Izuku replied with a simple answer.

"Yeah, so what."

"Those heroes have weird names too, names that they give themselves or that others give them. Think of my name like that."

"So you're kind of a hero or something?" Izuku asked and Stick had to let out a light laugh at that.

"Something would be the better answer."

"Life is not full of answers. If it were then maybe you would get an answer one why a kid like you is quirkless." Izuku felt that one and it hurt, he could see what Stick was getting at, but that didn't mean he had to hit low.

"That was low." Izuku told him simply, Stick didn't care and he showed it.

"Too bad. Life's not fair. You're blind, no cares and no will ever care. Deal with it. Besides Izuku, you have been gifted with something powerful." Now it was time for Izuku's ears to perk when he heard that. What could he have been gifted that made him so special now?

"What are you talking about?"

"Tell me kid, what did you see?" Stick asked him curiously as he aimlessly looked at the world in front of him.

"I see nothing, but darkness." Stick laughed once again, the kid is more blind than he originally thought.

"Stop playing around. Tell me what you see. Focus not on your sight, but on your other senses." Izuku understood what he was saying and began to focus. He has his ears, he needs to start to use them. Izuku focused on his hearing, soon the world appeared around him, the people walking, the sounds of everything that was happening in the park, he could see it...or better yet hear it.

"I...I can see." Izuku was filled with shock, he could really see, but that was not entirely true as well. Stick grunted, it seems the kid has the talent, but he still needs some work. 'Let us see what you can really do, kid.' Stick now prepared a test for Izuku and if you could pass would determine if he was going to be his student or not.

"There is a dog in front of you, tell me what you hear." Izuku turned his head towards the dog, he could hear him barking, his owner was holding a hot dog. Izuku could hear the rumbling coming from his stomach, it told him that the dog was hungry.

"He's hungry, he wants a bite of the hot dog." Stick nodded his head, now it was time for the next test.

"The old man sitting on the bench across from us." Izuku turned his attention to the old man and listened to his heart beat, it sounded weak, slow, erratic.

"He's sick. His heart is weak, is there something wrong with him?" Stick nodded his head and gave the honest truth to Izuku.

"Yeah, he's dying. And there is nothing that you can do about it, Izuku." Izuku stayed silent, as Stick continued to speak.

"That is the truth of the world, not everyone can be saved, not even with the abilities people have today. Your ability gives you a chance to survive, but you have to learn how to use them correctly. You now see that your ears can be your eyes, but it doesn't stop there Izuku. You have other senses, try smelling your ice cream." Izuku smelled the ice cream and all he smelled was the sweet vanilla aroma that was in the treat.

"I just smell the ice cream."

"That tells me you're not really smelling it. If you did, you would smell the chemicals in it. How about taste? Did you do that?" Stick took a lick out of the ice cream and quickly spit out of his mouth the moment his tongue made contact with the treat.

"Milk, chemicals, and dirt from the dude finger nail." Both Izuku and Stick dropped their ice cream on the ground and let the birds have it. Now both of them sat in silence as they passed them bye.

"The world is big and got a whole lot bigger for you. Your mother tells me that you want to be a hero. If you need the skills to survive, you have power, but skills are going to take much more work. I am going to teach how to hone your skills and how to fight, how to really fight. Are you ready?" Stick asked the teen, but Izuku still had some questions.

"I have questions,"

"You only get one." Stick quickly told him and now that left Izuku with one question, the teen thought about it and decided that this was the best question to ask his new teacher.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Call it one of my mine gifts. I have knack of finding people like you, what they turn into afterwards is their decision. Now the question is what will you turn into when we get done." Izuku saw his teacher look down towards him and teen looked up at him, both blind individuals' eyes staring at each other through their respective glasses.

"When do we start?" Izuku asked, if he was going to be a hero than he would need this new power trained and refined and this man might be his best asset. Izuku didn't know it, but on that day in the park he met his master Stick, the man who will train in the ways of combat, but it was just beginning.

There was another waiting that will train him in ways of being a hero and in time he will inherit the power of his father. From one action a hero was born, but at the cost was his sight. In return though he gained something new and a new look at the world. A hero was now reborn in baptism by toxic chemicals. A Hero that can do anything. A hero without fear.

To Be Continued

Chapter 2: Into The Ring