Malice charged, leaping up and doing a frontflip despite his massive size. Deku stood his ground, pocketing the stone key he had stolen from Kaido, glaring up at him as the massive tyrannosaur felt his body harden.
"Tekkai! Kemono Kenpo!" he yelled, his haki hardening around his tail. "Datenbi!"
The massive green tail slammed down, throwing up a cloud of sand and earth. Malice looked, and saw the little thief drop to the ground nearby. His body was…aglow, or so it seemed.
"Rankyaku!" The dinosaur kicked his leg out, an azure blade of compressed air flashing out. But Deku was too fast, leaping away as the blade slashed through the air. Malice snarled, and thrust out his head, fanged maw open to bite. The boy ducked, barely avoiding his sword-sharp teeth, and slammed his fist into Malice's jaw.
He grinned, even as Deku dropped away. He had barely felt the blow.
"Mediocre!" he roared, kicking at Deku with one reptilian foot. "Was that supposed to be a punch!?"
Deku glared up at him, those green eyes hard.
"You think you can defeat me with that!? Don't make me laugh!"
Malice charged at him again. Deku jumped and kicked, but Malice was ready for him.
"Geppou!" Malice jumped, soaring over Deku in a leap that an actual tyrannosaurus could never have managed. He almost wanted to laugh at the look on Deku's face, as he dropped down behind him. Deku began to turn, but it was too late.
"Rankyaku!" Malice tightened up his leg. "Dragons Five!"
He kicked out his leg, five azure tyrannosaurus heads leaping from his foot, spreading towards the boy like a spread of rockets. Deku brought up his arms, the blasts exploding all around him, throwing up clouds of sand and smoke.
The sand fell, and there Deku stood, apparently unhurt. There was smoke coming off him too.
"Ahhhh now I see!" Malice leered. "You're a Devil Fruit user too!"
Yes, the Smoke Smoke Fruit, he remembered that one.
"You must have killed a former subordinate of mine to get it! He was a weak little fool anyway!"
That glaring snitch of an ensign from the East Blue. Was his name... Smoker?
Ironic, and doubly so. Young mister I'm-so-pure-and-immaculate had killed a Marine to get a Devil Fruit. How quaint…the little hypocrite.
Deku's eyes widened up in surprise… blinking.
And then…smirking?
Malice bared his teeth, as Deku began to run; not straight at him but around him in circles, smoke billowing from his body. Faster and faster he ran, until he was almost a blur, dust and smoke billowing all around him.
"You're going to need to do better! I can still see you boy! Rankyaku Koryu!"
Another azure tyrannosaur head, this one bouncing across the sand like a cannonball. The blast hit Deku, sending him sprawling. He leapt up, but Malice was upon him, fanged maw chomping down. Deku sidestepped just in time, and swung his glowing arm in a backhand strike, catching the dinosaur on the chin. Malice staggered, and kicked out with one leg, catching Deku and throwing him along the beach. He rolled, bounced, somersaulted, and landed on his feet.
Malice glared at him, eyebrow cocked, as Deku brushed sand off his shoulder. Clearly he was no novice. Killing a marine lieutenant would have been no challenge for him.
His growled, his bloodlust bubbling with him. He was going to have to take it up a notch.
"Hn…I get it…trying to throw me off my guard. Don't be so cocky, fool."
Around them, the sky was no longer black, but a soft violet. Dawn was coming, and the brighter it got, the more likely someone was to see them, and interfere. He was not going to backstabbed, not when he was this close.
"You don't possess haki, do you?" he growled, as his body began to change again. Deku blinked, in what looked like surprise, as his body shrank into a more humanoid shape; a better shape for tricky fighting. "It's obvious, with weak punches like that."
The transformation finished. Malice stood tall, reveling in his man-beast form. Bent-legged and green-scaled, with a long tail and a great crest upon his back. His chest and arms were those of a muscular human male, his red trousers covering his waist down to his knees; his blonde hair rising from a heavy reptilian brow, above glowing red eyes, and a short snout.
He liked this form. He suited him so much better than his human form, and it was much easier to manage than the dinosaur form.
"Time for me to end this farce!" he growled.
"Now who's cocky!?" retorted Deku, dropping into a fighting stance. He sounded confident.
"You're a Logia with no Haki! Not a good combination!" Malice roared. "Soru!"
He charged at Deku, his enhanced legs kicking at the ground ten times in the blink of an eye, so fast that Deku couldn't keep up.
"Goshigan!" His open palm flicked forward, claws slashing at deku's arm. The youth dodged, raising his arms. Smoke sprayed out like water from a hose, so hard that Malice coughed. He staggered away, and felt a blow strike his leg.
It had stung...just a little. Was Deku getting stronger?
"Goshigan!" Malice lashed out again, his clawed hand striking the sand. He heard movement to the side, and leapt as Deku kicked, barely avoiding his iron-soled boot.
Not bad. Not bad at all. Were it not for his thieving, he would have done well in the Beast Pirates.
"Too slow!" Malice dropped his tail and kicking with both legs. Deku raised his arms, the impact crushing him into the ground; so hard that it cratered; throwing sand all around.
"Is…that all?" Deku asked, glaring from behind his crossed arms. Now it was Malice's turn to blink. He had withstood the blow.
His anger flared. He clenched his foot talons, grabbing Deku's arms. He balanced on his tail and backflipped, hurling Deku away.
He could smell blood in the air. It made his heart race!
Yes! This was what he lived for! To fight! To dominate! To kill! To feel the blood thunder in his veins, and see the red mist descend. The whole world shrinking into that single moment.
Where he could not see those eyes…
"You're finished, runt! You're not ready for the New World!" Malice twirled on the spot, Haki hardening his tail. "Tekkai! Kemono Kenpo!"
And he twirled like a top, as he waited for Deku to fall, and saw the boy raise his arms.
'I will break you before you die! Brat!'
"Kaiten!" And his tail struck. "Shingekibi!"
He followed through, the iron-hard, Armament-enhanced blow flinging Deku away across the water; dozens, then hundreds of meters.
And then a splash.
And it was over.
Malice stood up, staring out to sea, watching the waters for any sign, and knowing there would not be.
That was the price of a Devil Fruit's. They brought wondrous power, but denied their users the water forever. No one who consumed a Devil Fruit would ever swim again. And the water that far out was too deep to stand up in.
"Damn…" he muttered to himself. "Got carried away."
And he had. Now there was no body to bring back, no proof of what had happened. And the key had been on him.
Oh well. He would have to post some Waiters to keep watch, then bring the body in once it was washed up; assuming it ever got washed up. The currents and tides of Onigashima were as treacherous as they were merciless, and dead bodies could wander even in calm waters.
He knew. He had seen them. Floating in the water around his ship, bumping against the hull, staring up at him…
He shook his head. No. No time for that. He had a job to do, a destiny to claim. The body came later, now a real prize needed to be claimed.
He jumped along the beach, reaching the lagoon in a few short Geppous. He looked down, and saw Yamato was where had left her; still trapped in the net, and shivering in the water. Not deep enough for her to drown in, fortunately, but enough to drive her fruit-enhanced body mad with terror.
"You almost got away, there," he said, staring down at her. "Just a little too late."
He reached down and grabbed the net, hauling it out and dumping it on the nearby rocks. Yamato glared at him, shivering and breathing hard. He could see the wounds on her bare skin, healing fast but still noticeable.
"So you fought Lord Kaido," he mused, dragging the net behind him as he strode along the beach. "You distracted him, and he made off with the key. Very clever, I have to admit."
He didn't mind admitting it. He didn't hate Yamato, or even resent her all that much. She was a fool, but she had the strength and the will to follow her own path. It was only bad luck that had caused him to turn up just in time.
Bad luck. Wrong place, wrong time. Just like the others…
"You and him have caused me a lot of trouble, tonight," he growled, his smirk twisting into a fanged grin. "But it's worth it. By tomorrow, I'll be ripping out Queen's neck, and what's his will be mine. His ships, his crews, his labs, all of it. As for your little friend…"
He paused for effect.
"Well…that's up to Lord Kaido. Most likely he'll rip him to pieces, assuming he's still alive, which is doubtful. Either way, he is a dead man. As for you, well…I can't imagine he'll be pleased with your little escape attempt."
He wouldn't, that was for sure. Kaido indulged his wayward daughter, but actually trying to escape would be a step too far. The one thing Kaido could be relied-on not to do was outright kill her. Oni were rare enough at the best of times, without him killing his only heir.
He reached the sand, and began to climb the slope.
"I don't know how that Deku fellow got here," he mused aloud. "Not with that Smoke Smoke fruit in him. He's probably got friends over on Wano. My first order as an All-Star will be to head over there and hunt them down."
More fighting, more killing. Kaido would not regret losing Queen. He would not regret taking Spytand Malice into his service.
He glared down at Yamato. She was strong, but not as strong as she needed to be. She could never take Kaido's place, not as she was. She could not fight like Kaido, or lead like Kaido. She would never gather a mighty army and fleet, and lead them to Marineford, and then to Mariejois. She would never give him what Kaido had promised!
"And you will stay here," he growled. "In whatever state Lord Kaido sees fit to leave you in."
Her every bone broken, no doubt. Or maybe he would just lock her up again, and leave her to stare out of her window, right back the way she was before; with only Deku's memory to keep her company, and the knowledge of what her dream had cost him.
"What…" she panted. "What makes you…think that…Deku…Deku's power…comes from…a Devil Fruit?"
Then she smiled, almost cockily.
"Hmm?"
Malice couldn't believe what he was hearing. Not from a Devil Fruit? What could she mean?
Then he heard a splash. He turned, and saw something in the water. It was…displaced, as if the sea had parted for just a moment.
"What the-"
Pain.
Pain, like nothing he had felt since that day. Pain, as if a tree trunk was being driven into his stomach, his body coiling in around it. He let out a yell as the force of it flung him backwards.
Then he saw Deku, his foot outstretched, his body aglow with green lightning.
Malice screamed as he fell backwards, dropping Yamato as he fell back, flying tens of meters in seconds. He saw Deku in the corner of his eye in an instant, just as his gloved fist smashed into his jaw. His jaw burned as he was flung away, bouncing across the sand.
How could this be happening? Where had this power come from? Why was he so fast?!
Then he stopped, suddenly. He looked, and saw black tendrils, like roiling tentacles of utter darkness, wrapped around his arms and legs, holding him fast. The tendrils were coming from Deku, who was now charging at him, emerald lighting crackling and leaping across his body.
Deku's fist struck his face, caving in his nose. He flew back again, the tendrils letting him go, and he bounced across the sand for hundreds of meters, and laid still.
He roared in mingled pain and rage, as he pushed himself up. Blood was running down his face, his nose bubbling with every labored breath. He coughed, and grabbed at his nose, twisting it back into place with a crack.
And then he saw Deku, floating in mid air, wreathed in smoke, the dark tendrils coiling in the air behind him, emerald eyes staring down at him.
Such power. He had never seen, never imagined. What the hell was he?
"Impossible!" he roared, his voice gurgling and bubbling with blood. "You should be sunk! What are you!?"
His roar became a scream, and he flung himself at Deku, crossing the distance fast with Soru.
"You fucking puuuunk!" He brought his hands together, thrusting them at Deku. "Tekkai Kenpo! Juushigan!"
He thrust, thrust again, but Deku ducked and dived from each lightning fast strike, and he couldn't land a blow. He saw Deku rear his hand back...
"Tekkai!" And his body hardened, as he poured his Haki into his body for defense.
And then Deku lashed out, punching him straight in the gut. Malice's eyes bulged, and a shockwave blew over them, blowing away sand and making waves wash out into the ocean.
He staggered backwards, coughing, clutching his stomach. His insides were on fire.
"Yamato's right," said Deku. "I don't have a Devil Fruit, or Haki either."
Malice's eyes widened. He stared at Deku, straight into his eyes; doubled-over as he was. There was not a hint of fear, or of doubt. Not like before.
"Those hits from before were at thirty percent. Just to see what you were capable of. Right now, I'm hovering around... eighty percent."
Eighty... percent of his strength?!
And those eyes. They weren't innocent any more. Not the innocent eyes that had tormented him so. They were the eyes of a warrior, eyes that matched his form. They were eyes that had seen battle, and won through.
But for all that, all that power, he didn't have Haki. Not a hint of it. Not once did he sense it in his blows.
A cold, dark dread coursed through Malice's soul, his eyes widening in fear.
'If he... if he learns Haki...'
He saw it in his mind's eye. This green haired machine... flying up, charging towards the strongest creature in the heavens. Lord Kaido in his magnificent and awe-inspiring dragon form, a green thunderous hailstorm towards the azure dragon king.
'He... he could be a threat... to Lord Kaido!'
His anger flared again, rising to join his fear. He roared, his entire body coating itself in Haki, a dark emerald sheen. Full Body Armament! No holding back!
"I WON'T LET YOU WIN!" he shrieked. "YOU WON'T LEAVE THIS ISLAND ALIVE!"
He had to die! He could not be allowed to threaten Lord Kaido! If he did, it would all have been for nothing!
"Seimei Kikan! Bakuha! Full Armament! Tekkai Kemono Kenpo!"
His wounded body bulged, his fangs growing back, as his full power erupted.
"No, we'll be leaving this island together. All of us," replied Deku. "You included!"
Deku's body glowed. For a moment Malice was bewildered. What kind of dumb thing was that to say?
No! He was going to take him prisoner! Give him back to the Marines! Return him to the fate from which the Beast Pirates had accidentally rescued him!
The world was spinning, but Malice could only see one thing. Deku, hovering there, the man he had to kill.
"DIE!" he roared. "KAITEN!"
"Let me teach you something, Malice," replied Deku, with perfect calm. He reared back his hand, glowing with emerald light. "Let these words be seared into your memory forever! Villain!"
"SHINGEKIBIIIII!" Malice roared, and the blonde haired dinoman swung his tail as hard as he could.
With a yell, Deku backhanded him with his free hand. Malice fell back off balance, his body a mass of pain, his heart falling into the depths.
That was everything he had. He had split galleons in half with that power, smashed cliff faces, snapped Marine battleships like twigs!
And he had been backhanded…by that brat.
And Deku's glow grew brighter, blinding him a shining green star.
"Go further beyond!" Deku grasped his right hand, reared it back, gritting his teeth and stepping forward. "PLUS!"
And he struck him, right in the stomach.
"ULTRAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Malice was beyond pain. He could only feel himself moving, flying backwards, out and away, over the waters, soaring into the clouds.
And he knew no more.
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Izuku stood, fist outstretched as the clouds parted. He could just see Malice, now a white Jetstream in the dawn light, soaring away like a missile.
He shook his hand. There was a mark on it, and it stung, more so than his prior attacks. But he didn't feel much, not with his adrenaline coursing.
"I just realized," Izuku mused. "I didn't even need to use Fa Jin against him."
"Smart move to tell him you're using eighty percent as well, assuming he survives. You were only using fifty percent when you sent him flying instead weren't you?" Yoichi stated.
"To be fair, he can only control fifty percent of One for All." En commented. "Control fifty-five percent without the Black Whip braces, and his arm would explode."
"Good. The less our enemies know of your true strength. The better." Hikage added. "Will make it all the more surprising when you show your true power. I suggest you use that tactic more often."
"He would have made for a strong foe against most heroes." Nana said. "But, there are levels to this, and the mentality of a fighter goes a long way. I'm guessing he lost his cool, and his Haki must have stopped working as well as it could have after you deflected his attack."
"We should leave regardless," the Second User said. "If he lands in the water, he might get washed back here."
Izuku blinked. Yes, as a Devil Fruit user, Malice could not swim. He might just have condemned him to death.
A part of him cringed at the thought. For all that he had hated what Malice was, and what he had done, he had not wanted to kill him. It went against everything he had been taught, everything he had ever tried to be. Heroes didn't kill unless they absolutely had to.
And besides…he had a horrible feeling he knew why Malice was the way he was.
"Don't dwell on it," said Daigoro sullenly. "There was nothing you could have done. I've known guys like him. The ones the job breaks."
"If you left him here, they would have killed him themselves," the Second User cut in. "If he lives or dies out there, it's nothing more than fate."
Izuku sighed. The adrenaline was fading, as was his righteous fury. Only sorrow remained, and weariness. There had once been a time when he would have reveled in such a victory; a time when there were Heroes and Villains, good and evil. But no longer. He had seen enough of his world, and its problems, to know that life wasn't that simple.
He remembered Gentle Criminal, scorned and rejected because of a bumbled act of altruism. He remembered Toga Himiko, cursed with a cruel and horrifying Quirk; a Quirk that could express itself only through depravity.
And Tenko.
"It's okay to pity them," Nana said. "It just means your soul isn't in the dark place theirs is."
"Heroes who lose their humanity eventually lose themselves," added Hikage. "They become as bad as any Villain, and don't even notice."
Izuku knew about that. He had learned about it in Ethics class back at UA. Just as he had learned about Heroes who had become Villains outright; as Malice had done.
So then, why? Why had he done it? What had he been trying to say?
"Just because they're the government doesn't mean they're the good guys," En said.
Was that it? Was the World Government to blame? Was it this Absolute Justice not what it sounded like? What could it even mean?
It was something he was going to have to find out. Out there, in this new world.
With Yamato.
Cursing himself, he flew down the beach to where Yamato had been dropped.
"I saw what I could! Izuku, you're so strong!" Yamato cried, eyes wide with awe. "I was worried you wouldn't be able to fight off any of the Flying Six! Guess I was wrong!"
"Malice is strong." Izuku nursed his hand a bit, rubbing it. "My wrist is going to be hurting me for ages, but I've had worse. Good thing I caught him off guard…plus, if I had fought any one of them inside Onigashima during the festival and well, not miles away, King would have come my way and the plan would have been ruined."
He smiled, kneeling down beside her. He tugged, and the net came apart.
"You hurt at all?" he asked, as she pulled herself free.
"Just a little, brrr... cold and sore. But I'll be fine." She smiled softly, and took Izuku's hand. "Ah look, the sun's beginning to rise."
Izuku turned, looking left down the shore. The sun was indeed rising, the violet of the morning sky turning red, flowing slowly over Onigashima. He wished he had been on the eastern shore, where he could see it directly.
"Come on, let's get to the gear." Izuku helped her up, and they hurried up the shore together; to where their gear had been partly buried in sand.
"Now then," Izuku said, pulling out the key with a grin. "Before we were rudely interrupted."
Yamato perked up, holding up her chains again and smiling widely. Izuku took a breath, and slid the key into the first cuff. It clicked, and then clicked again as he turned it.
And clicked again, as it came undone and fell to the sand at their feet. Izuku then took the key to the other cuff, and did the same thing.
With a clink and clatter, the chains fell to the sand. Izuku saw Yamato's wrists, left pale by lack of sunlight, and hairless by chafing.
He heard a sound, and looked up. Yamato was crying, biting her lower lip, tears flowing.
"Izu...ku..." She uttered, lifting up her hands to her eyes, seeing the marks for herself. Her wrists, cuffless. "I... I'm..."
"Yes, Yamato. You are free." Izuku said softly, smiling back at her.
"BWAAAAHAAHAAAAAA~!" she bawled, grabbing Izuku and hugging him tight, his head in her chest. Izuku squeaked as she twirled him around and around. She sobbed and wailed, as years of sorrow and despair flooded out of her.
It reminded him of his mother, on the day when he got into UA academy.
"S-Sorry..." she gasped, letting go of him and backing away. She fidgeted with her index fingers, her cheeks suddenly pink as she looked away. Now she reminded him of Uraraka again.
"It's just... I feel like my heart's about to burst and... ohhh I don't know what else to do!" She giggled. The boy chuckled back.
"Well, we need to go," he said, and handed her a backpack. "Put this on your back near where Takeru is. And hold this too." He held out a Log Pose. "Put it on your other arm opposite your watch."
Yamato blinked, and then she beamed, eyes as bright as the stars as she nodded. She did as she was told, putting on the backpack, watch, and Log Pose while arranging Takeru carefully beside it, wincing a little from her injuries. Izuku did likewise but put his own backpack in front.
"And here, goggles," he said, holding out a pair once she had finished securing her Log Pose.
"What for?" Yamato tilted her head, going up and placing them around her head past her horns.
"For flying, not to get sunblind. You did say you must have eaten a Devil Fruit at some point in the past." Izuku mused. "But now's not the time for that. Come on." He turned around and floated up, until his head was level with hers. "Wrap your arms around my chest."
He grinned. They were about to go. He was about to save her.
This was it.
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This was it.
He was going to save her... take her away from this place.
Yamato was finally going to see the outside world. As Oden did so long ago.
She felt her eyes sting, tears returning again as she nodded.
Sixteen years. Sixteen years of pain and loneliness, with only her ideal to sustain her.
But in the end, it was all worth it.
She walked forward, taking her final steps on Onigashima. Her chained life. Her prison.
She wrapped them around his chest, her breasts pressing against his back as Izuku gulped lightly.
"Am I too big?" Yamato asked. Izuku looked back, his cheeks pink, but still smiling that smile.
"It's alright. Because... I'm here," he replied softly. He laid his hand on top of hers, gripping it softly. No one had ever done that, not in all her life. His hand was coarse and calloused like hers, but it felt so…nice.
The dark tendrils emerged, wrapping all around them. Yamato perked up, surprised.
"There, now you won't fall off."
He looked out to sea, and Yamato felt herself leaving the ground, gasping a little.
"I'll never let you go."
He will never let her go.
Why did those words give her such comfort and relief...
She smiled, nodding as her tears flowed inside her goggles. "Mmhmm!"
He took off, levitating away into the sky, picking up speed. Yamato's heart leapt into her throat, as they moved away from the shore. Further and further, faster and faster.
No explosion. Her cuffs were gone, abandoned on the shore of Onigashima. There was nothing to keep her there, nothing to trap her any more.
She was free. Free of her father. Free of them all.
Seagulls winged alongside them, flapping their wings and cawing. Yamato wanted to reach out and touch them, to see if this was real, and not a dream. The seagulls cawed, and banked away, giving the pair distance.
She remembered her words that day. The day she found him.
"I wish I was like you guys. Going so far away, seeing so many things..."
The day she found her hero.
She sniffled, and hugged Izuku tighter, resting her head against his soft hair. Higher and higher they soared, the dark and stormy skies of Onigashima fading ever further behind them. The skull mountain seemed to glare after them, eyes glowing red, mouth open as if to cry out in protest.
She grinned through her tears, and lifted one of her goggles. She pulled down her eyelid, and stuck her tongue out at the island; mocking them one last time. All of them. Her cruel father, his warped minions, all of them.
That's right. Kaido...
"If Kozuki Oden, the man you wish to become, couldn't surpass me... what hope do you have as youare?"
The words resounded in her mind, and her soul. It would not be that long before Kaido realized she was gone…
They would have to get stronger. Kaido would give them no peace, not while he had the power. It was just as Izuku said. They would have to go back, and destroy him.
They would have to get stronger.
They would get stronger.
'And I will surpass you father. Somehow...' Yamato thought. In her own way. Whether it be as Oden or perhaps…
"Alright, now then." Izuku said cheerfully, looking at his Log Pose. Yamato looked down. They were hundreds, maybe thousands of feet above the sea, her hair whipping in the wind as they rose towards the clouds.
The sky was bright orange. The sun was at their backs, and the moon falling before them. The dawn had come.
For all those years, she had known only darkness. To live on Onigashima was to live in darkness, with Oden's memory a brief, flickering candle flame. A candle that had burned down to almost nothing, until Izuku came.
This was the dawn. Her dawn. Her life had finally begun.
"Let's see the needles... ah! They're moving!" Izuku called out. Yamato looked down, and she lifted her arm, the tendrils moving to accommodate her. The needles within the compass-globes were indeed moving.
"One's safely pointed behind us towards Onigashima... and another is pointing left…"
Izuku turned his head, as did Yamato.
And there it was, gleaming in the dawn light. The coastline of the Land of Wano. Oden's homeland. She could make out Mount Fuji, and there was the faint outline of the Flower Capital dozens of miles away in the distance too, just as Oden had described them.
"Well that won't do. The only needle left…is pointing north!"
"Oh, mine's pointing northeast!" Yamato added. "How about... we go northeast? My compass' needle is calmer than yours Izuku!"
"Sure, maybe we'll find something along the way!" Izuku called back with a grin. "Yamato, I know little of the world here. Only from your journal Oden wrote." He looked up to her. His green eyes filled with happiness. "So let's explore it... Experience it with our own eyes, together."
And Yamato's heart blossomed, like a flower opening in the sunlight for the very first time.
"Yes! Let's!"
"Alright! North by Northeast!" Izuku grinned. "Let's go!"
And they flew off together, into the morning clouds, towards the falling moon, away from the hell that was Onigashima, over the raging waterfalls that sounded the plateau island of Wano.
For both of them, it was a new beginning. Their lives were cut short; one by the dastardly intentions of a shadow king, the other by the cruel parentage of a demon king.
But those days were behind them, and before them was the great endless blue. For both of them, a new world had opened up, a world of endless possibilities.
They had both lost, and they had both grieved. They had found each other, and escaped from their despair. Alone they would have failed, but together they succeeded.
And so they flew on, riding on the wind, with only the needle of a Log Pose to guide them.
One day they would return, they both knew. Fate was inexorable, and it would draw them back to Onigashima.
But when they did, they both knew that they would defeat Kaido. They would put an end to his evil, and bring a new era to the world. A world of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
For they would be heroes. Heroes of the New World.
Attack name Translations:
Tekkai Kemono Kenpo: Iron Body Beast Kenpo/Fist Law.
Datenbi: Falling Tail(or Fallen Angel Tail)
Rankyaku: Dragons Five: Storm Leg: Dragons Five.
Rankyaku Koryu: Storm Leg Lone Dragon
Goshigan: Five Finger Gun
Juushigan: Ten Finger Gun
Geppou: Moonwalk.
Tekkai: Iron Body
Seimei Kikan: Bakuha - Life Return: Burst/Explosion
Kaiten Shingekibi: Rotating(or Heaven Shaker/Turning) Assault Tail/Assaultail.
So there we have it. The end to the first arc. Which I have tenuously dubbed Resurrection Dawn. Hope you can spot the name and thematic meanings! Hehe.
But yeah, this has been a blast to write. Up next is an interlude arc and, if you can guess it, the Beast Pirates reaction... and a certain dragon's too. And wherever Izuku and Yamato will go next? Well, we have a clue of sorts...
And this will give you all where Izuku stands when using 50% One for all(which is Prime All Might for comparison's sake, as I have mentioned prior), without Haki against a 300 million Berry Pirate(although one should note he was a former Marine Vice Admiral and while strong... he's fighting All Might here, and is the Flying Six' newest member. Ulti and Page One may have lesser bounties, but they've been there longer. As teenagers.) And Malice was more or less delusional in thinking he could kill Queen.
I wrote these two out myself. Next two will be done by Juubi-K , and big thanks to him for his polish, and for IKnowNothing for his help in editing.
Let me know what you think. And Izuku and Yamato are off into the New World! And they're gonna be flying, because it is far more tiring latching Black Whip onto clouds. Oh yeah, and Doffy's Strings can latch onto anything, INCLUDING Clouds since Devil Fruit bullshit. Black Whip would phase right through the clouds, hence why he's flying. Plus it's far more simpler too. Let Izuku be his own man, not ape off of one of the most vile people in OP canon here :V
I was particularly motivated to prove some hardcore OP stans wrong here, hence the fast turnaround. Also that cover image should around in a week. Hopefully.
Anywho, hope you all enjoyed and will see you around!