.Raph remembered, while exchanging blows with Hisui quirks in use even though Raph tried his hardest to resist realizing it wasn't going to do much good, remembered the moment everything changed.

It wasn't the moment he and his family arrived in Japan. It wasn't when Awiaza emitted them in UA. Nope. It wasn't the moment each of them tested their quirks, when Aiwaza meet with their father.

It was the that faithful night on patrol, scaling and running across rooftops looking for baddies to beat up. Just a regular night like any other in New York and with the crew. Leo in the lead, everyone trailing behind, well May was more so following by flying, he and the others doing flips, jumps and sick moves over to the next roof. Quietly of course as ninjas should be, the shadows hiding them with minimal refracting from the street lights below barely giving away their presence for those down on the street going about their business. Their evening. None of the residents ever looked up from what held their attention, or what glued them to the screens of their phones. So it made life easy, except for one. One person who took the time to look up into the shadows and spotted them. Raph remembered the moment his green eyes took an instant notice. He stopped for a moment just to double check, it happened so fast those eyes were gone. A heavy feeling sunk in Raph's stomach from that encounter, that knotted tighter and tighter as the night went by. He could barely focus and it was noticed.

Leo and the others inquired what was wrong, Mikey jokingly saying he saw some girl. That would have ticked Raph off but his concerns and thoughts where more focused on those eyes that spotted them. So he informed them of his gut feeling and what he saw. The others for a moment were shocked, Leo's eyes harden to tightly and his tone equally matching as it was no laughing matter sort of berated Raph for not saying any thing to switching to not saying something like that. After Donnie through out some probability of that likely happening, considering how fast they moved minus May's limit glowing. Also including their speed and the fact their father taught them very well, also the fact people don't really look up so with that happening was low. His words seem to ease everyone and they all agreed with Donnie and his knowledge.

Facts over feelings, of course that's how it was. Raph tried to argue his case, looking for April and May to read him, but neither sister would. Believing more so Donnie who kept throwing out facts, in so many ways calling Raph a liar in a subtle way. Adding a few snorting snickers, that stirred Raph's temperament and he nearly snapped. That was it, Leo and the others denied his claim and ignored it. A mistake Raph felt in his gut that was stupid. He knew what he saw and eventually it caught up with him and the others.

The person his eyes locked with Aiwaza Shota.

The man who within a day entered their lair, sitting with Splinter in the dojo. His dry eyes landed right on Raph's before the others. There was no mistaken it, he was the one who saw them. Raph remembered his hand instantly ball up into a fist, and temperament flared that his quirk produced before a single word could be said. He was surprised himself, looked to his father who had the longest and saddest look in his reddish-brown eyes he'd ever seen Splinter after ten seconds broke away and turned to the side. With a trembling under jaw that wrinkled slightly.

No words came from Splinter, the only words that where spoken and broke the heavy silence at the same time stopped Raph's quirk, Aiwaza. Raph and his brothers turned to the man, as he spoke pouring out everything that would change everything. That set the knotted feelings Raph had to fruition.

It was no wonder each punch, strike, and kick Raph produced against Hisui was fueled with build up force. Driving a fist directly at her core, he nearly got her if she didn't jump back just in time, he was sure he would have gotten her. But, she was rather quick despite her...quirk. He didn't care he just wanted this to end, the cheers of crowd over watching him...preform for their...greedy entertainment. In his mind, only enraged him more, produced more heat from him. He could hear the ground beneath him sizzle and melt. The smell of burnt or burning cement filled his nostrils, he wasn't sure if he'd set the arena ablaze. The same could be said about the look in his eyes. What was once green, now burned red like a furnace. Rising higher and higher the longer he had to do this, sure he could easily take a fall...but that would be shame to family and not to mention his ego would not allow it.

Still, he wanted this to end or wishing he wasn't here at all.

Where did it all go wrong? He thought, throwing another full force punch aimed at Hisui's shoulder. She narrowly avoided it. Skidding to the side, taking a moment to catch her breath with a confident smirk that hadn't left her.

She had guts, he had to give her that. Stepping back he avoided her drilling strike to his shoulder. The crowd roared with mirth, added with Present Mic's commentary roared even louder.

"Whoa!" the man exclaimed grabbing the mic, mouth wide and grinning from ear to ear. "Did you see that everybody! Another near strike. These two are really aiming and driving hard. Hamato with his driving passion to deliver a heated strike against Hisui's sharp and piercing counter! Both fighters wrestle to claim victory! Will Hamato's heat shatter Hisui's crystal defense or will she encase him extinguishing him? Let's see!"

The crowd roared rang all throughout, except for a few. Standing proud and firm, with arms crossed with a sharp and steel look in his turquoise eyes, Endeavor. Watching the display happening in the arena. His eyes more so on the Hamato. The boy was living up to his name, not as finesse as the one before but it was clear who held power out of the sons. As well strength.

To think, his thoughts rose, after all this time the Hamato family is back. The newest members aren't nearly as top tier as full bloods. Their quirks don't even measure up. Only skill they've obtained from the head. If they saw, they'd hang their head in shame. It seems though this one has a speck of power to call himself a Hamato. He's sloppy. Untrained. Resentful. He's not even using his quirk to its fullest. No doubt Yoshi's doing. Such a waste.

He snorted. He expected more from this family. Then what he saw, then again these four brothers weren't...blood. Still, it was no excuse to allow such weakness in such a prestige family was smearing the name all through the mud. Of course there was still Yoshi, Endeavour's eyes quickly flash over to where the teachers sat, the mutant was back now. Sitting calming watching his son. His eyes focused solely on the match and nothing, there was a linger and tinge of worry in the rat's eyes. Such a look wasn't common in that family. The years have clearly changed Yoshi, going into hiding did so. Still, there was no doubt in the hero's mind that the Hamato didn't retain his family's legacy. By the example with his 'sons'. He passed down, he just didn't pass down the knowledge required for the rest of their training.

"A pity, I know," a familiar female voice spoke with vile disgust. Despite the calm and honey tone of her voice. "such a great family, reduced to this."

Endeavour dropped his eyes to her, those sharp dark amberish-golden eyes like a laser behind their small glasses watch the fight. Her nose wrinkled a bit. With a light touch to the right hinge of her glasses adjust them. Reflecting a bit light, didn't take away from the icy chill her eyes gave. If others didn't know better, they'd believe that was her quirk. But, Endeavour knew that was far from it.

"Reduced or not, the fact they have Hamato tagged on doesn't take away much," he said.

She looked up meeting his eyes, a small smirk curled in the corner of her lips. "I suppose you're right. But, once a family falls from grace, it can be nearly impossible to rebuild. Besides, the Hamatos are nothing but mere fossils that stayed buried for years. Until recently they've been excavated, like some great discovery."

"The same could be easily said about you," he grunted. Her mouth closed and ceased. "your own as recently comeback."

She turned her chin up sharply. With a haughty tone. "Yes, well, that was out of my control. But," her tone settled and the turned forward. Fixing the cuffs of her suit. "I have it in works to obtain them soon. After so many years I've managed to gain a few helpers along the way. They've made good on their part. Having reported to me on their progress and performance. I will have what I need to secure their return back into their proper place."

"And your past?"

A mockingly chuckle slipped out. "I've atoned for that. So far as the public sees. Their miniature minds didn't see the wonderful accomplishment I achieved. Their primitive thinking blinded them and caused them to make a choice that was absurd." She hissed slightly. Paused, inhaled and released softly. "Again, that is in the past. We should be looking towards the future, what this union will bring. We both produced outstanding off-springs that we believe will live up to our expectations."

"He will."

She smiled softly. "Yes. Of course he will. I haven't heard much of any interaction between them. Not that it matters, what is important is producing a strong and sturdy lineage. That will continue to grow. As you know the Tudor family prides itself on strength. We have for generations."

"Do not lecture me with a history lesson," he sharply hushed her.

She did her best to keep her composure and not tremble slightly despite the urge. "Yes, of course. Well, our transaction will be fulfilled."

"It will be after I see their potential. A transaction will fulfilled, you don't breed a race horse with just any."

Rose in her mouth, she swallowed them down and smile. Adjusting her glasses gently. "Yes, of course. I feel the same. You will not be disappointed."

With nothing more to say she leaves the hero and returns back to her seat. He watched her for a moment, turned back to the match. It was still going on, but it seemed as though blows landed. The Hamato landed the most, he could see by the burnt marks Hisui had on her. Some darker than others, there were cracks on her as well. A bit of chipping too. While Raph had some scratches here and there, but nothing too damaging. He was resilient, the fire that burned in those green eyes of his, mixed with his wild emotions and bladed focus was a combination that even surprised Aiwaza.

Then again, it shouldn't. But, yet it still did, honestly he thought Raph would have called it quits by now or walked out the arena due to his distain about the whole thing. He wasn't just vocal about it on their first meeting and during his evaluation of their quirks, but his attitude spoke volumes. Louder than Present Mic. The side heated glares Raph gave Aiwaza itching to do something or snap, didn't go unnoticed. If Raph had it his way, he'd remain back in New York. But, he didn't.

His stance was strong, Aiwaza observed, solid too. Like a wall, his punches like wrecking-ball, a heated on. The floor of the arena showed imprints where his fist landed. Not to mention the burnt spots from Raph's quirk, melting the substance. Aiwaza could smell it where he sat, he could feel the rising temperature. Even if it was a little, it was there. The further Raph remained ticked off the higher the temperature increased. At the same time, he was trying himself out and the way he swayed a little despite keeping his stance up, he was reaching his limit. The dark heavy bags starting to form under his eyes, heavy breathing and slightly slouched shoulders.

That didn't seem to matter, Raph was stubborn. It was clear as day, like a bull. He was going to make sure to finish. Keeping his wobbly stance, focused his eyes on Hisui. She remained a few feet away, trying her best not to show the pain she was in, as pieces of her cracked and fall off. How much longer could she keep this up? She wasn't sure, those punches where strong. The amount of heat included was enough to inflict damage. It was hard not to hold her left arm, but she resisted. With her classmates cheering for her, she couldn't give up now.

If she beat a Hamato, she thought, that would raise her status so high. She'd get all the heroes to look her way. That one girl, April, she was able to best one. So, Hisui knew she could do it too. If only this pain wasn't screaming.

I can't, her thoughts refused, I can't lose. I have to make to the second round. I-I have to!

She gritted her teeth, nearly drawing blood from her lip. She'd come this far, if she failed now...then...then...shutting her eyes for a moment a sunken feeling hit her. Snapped her eyes wide open, a new drive formed, clenching her fist ignoring the pain. Put on a smirk, studied Raph for a moment, he was reaching his limit too. Faster than she was, which was good. If she planned this right then could knock him out and win. Or knock him back. She just had to time this right, recalling for a second their previous engagement, began dissecting everything. The way his footing was. His speed. The amount of time it took for him to throw a punch, how long he took for a quick breather and so much more.

Yes, she could see it, this would do. She only had one chance, she had to give it everything she had. Invoking her quick, covered her whole right arm, again ignoring her pain it produced that surged through her like electricity. Pushed off, rushed like an arrow, drew her covered arm back, and drove it forward.

With a mighty shout of victory.

Shoot, Leo, Mikey, April, and yourself up from the seats. Your hands clasped over your mouth with a sharp gasp and wide eyes. Screamed.

"Raphael!"

Some of the crowd hushed, seconds after the attack landed. Splinter, clenched the armrest of his chair, preventing himself from spring up and rushing to his son's aide. But not knowing as the large dust cloud settled was eating him up inside, Donnie and now...Raph. He wasn't sure how much his heart could take...damnit! Why did he agree to come back?

Why?

"Leo?" Mikey's voice trembled turning to his brother.

Leo said nothing, remaining steadfast focused on the settling dust cloud. His eyes quickly searching for any sign of Raph, just any. Momo held her gasp, looking to Leo, felt something tighten inside her chest from his expression.

"Raphael!" You shout for him, there was no response. Your heart raced wildly, he hadn't emerged. That meant only one thing, he was in trouble. You had to act.

Slamming a foot on the railing, push off to aide him, quickly a hand shoots out and snatches you back. Crashing you into them, the two of you fall back, your back on their chest. It was a heavy fall, but both where okay. They keep a hard grip on you. Knowing it wasn't really going to work, did so anyway.

"Release me! Release me!" you demand, wiggling out. Flexing and pushing your arms outward.

They didn't.

Reaching your patience, grunt hard, a hard light flashed in your eyes. Coat yourself in energy. "If you will not release me then, I repeal you!"

"May! Stop!" Mashirao said. Wrestling with you a bit. You stop for a moment. "You can't go out there or you'll be disqualified."

He was right, but you didn't care, still...calming down. Sit up, eyes to the ground for a moment. Shut them for a moment, Mashirao placed a hand on your shoulder. To comfort you, getting your eyes to open, meet his, your golden pools misty and full of frustration. He understood and gave a small smile. It didn't help. You turn away from him, back to the arena. The dust cloud hadn't settled yet...it was still going. The only thing that could be made out a single figure standing, walking forward. It looked as thought they were carrying someone.

The defeated.

They staggered forward, each step was slower than the last. Your heart not doubt the others skipped a beat while racing. Was it Raph or...you take the suspense. Trembled like a leaf, shut your eyes and for a moment see the body of a little boy beaten and tired, staggering out and forward.

Collapse.

A shrilling scream came seconds after. Powerful enough to snap you back, grab your head, shake it violently for a moment.

"Whoa! May, what's wrong?" Mashiaro hurried to your side, looking you over. "You okay?"

You heard him, but it sounded muffled, all you could hear was the ringing shrilling scream. Everything else...was deafen. Even the announcement of the victor. Applauding and amazed at who came out, Izuku was smiling from ear to ear. Turned around to you.

"May! Guess wh-" he stopped, smile dropped. A look of puzzlement crossed his face. Just a moment ago you were right here, with Mashiaro and now you weren't. As the crowd applauded and cheers rang out, Izuku stood both worried and confused. "May?"