So, my computer reverted to windows vista for some reason, but, heres a little teaser of whats to come.
"My conviction is like that of time,space,life, and death. Never ending".
Izuku, with his right arm missing , stood resolute, willing to fight to his death. His grim determination made all chatter, screams, and bellows quiet.
"I may die here, and now. Yet, I won't go quietly, nor will I insult you by using only half of my power just as you have. You may think my missing arm a weakness, but it just shows me how much further I must go to become a hero"
Here his brittle wings of ice formed, cascading a halo rainbow of colour around his broken, bleeding, and bruised form.
"Just as the wings have no purpose to me, just as they are brittle and weak. So too was my body, but, ever since a day that made me cry In sadness, and failure. I forged my body anew, and moved forward, just as you need to forget your quirk anew, so *you* may forget forward. So you may cast aside the shadow The flames have cast unto you. Because, unless you change for the better, just as I will to accommodate my missing arm, you will fail hundreds of lives you could have saved. So I ask once more, to use *your* quirk, not your fathers, to the fullest in this last bout against me."
Tears welled up in Todoroki's eyes, unable to truly escape, before he clenched his teeth and his left side lif aflame. A distant shout of "SHOTOOO!" Was heard by him, yet he ignored it in favor of his peer-, no, of the warrior that stood before him. For he truly was a warrior, with a heart of honor, and a body forged through will, he pushed past the limits society thought he had, and made this his strength.
With a smile, he sent one last final attack with all his might, to hopefully make the warrior in front of him pass out. Smiling back, the man cocked his left fist back, muscles bulging, face stone cold stoic, and breathing accelerated. He punched.
A brilliant Aurora of twisting, turning, and flaming ice twirled around as if dancing in the tornado. Panting, the man in front of him walked towards him, blood flowing out of his wound, with the judges too shocked to move, and blood smearing on the floor behind him. Jogging, then sprinting towards him, the man appeared out of thin air, and punched him in the jaw, the last thing he saw was the inspiring,picture-esce and historic sight before him.
With glowing green eyes, and a face set cold, he flowed determination from every pore in his body. The twisting*turning, tornado of a kaleidoscope acting as a background, and the crowd cheering. With his arm still bleeding, and thw mans heart beating so hard that he was able to hear it, and scars,wounds, and blood covering every inch of his muscled, and sculpted torso, he looked like the image of man.
He looked likr the personification of determination.
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