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Tomura felt so hollow. Those memories were something he never knew he had. The times that were good with someone who treated him the way he always wanted to be treated as a child. Out of all of them, the only remaining hand that made up his outfit was his fathers. All of this was his fault. Hatred that he lived with. Trauma that he never wanted. Born from a man's insecurity over how his mom left him as a child.

Off in the distance, Gigantomachia was still charging like a wild bull through a china shop. Many Liberation Army members were already dead or injured from trying to stop the juggernaut from destroying more of the city. The other league members still in the fight were demanding that they retreat immediately for safety. With Gigantomachia as he was, things were impossible for them all. Then something shifted on the battlefield.

A chill in the air that was felt by everyone there. It was subtle, but it was starting to grow in everyone. Stopping in his tracks, Gigantomachia was now starting to shiver and fell back onto his ass while muttering something to himself.

"N-n-no… No, please… NO!"

Something about whatever was causing that massive spike of bloodlust to become stronger and stronger set off the mountain of a behemoth enough to get them to start clutching their head while acting insane. The doctor demanded why Gigantomachia was disobeying direct orders from his master, to which the giant started to mutter something to the radio hanging from his neck.

"Master, this demon… This devil… He has returned to punish…"

From what the doctor could remember, something happened to the giant some years ago when he went searching for All for One. Somewhere along the way, he was arrested with numerous injuries that ranged from internal bleeding to multiple fractures and breaks all over his body.

"A being from beyond hell itself… Living off the blood they spill…"

Hearing that, the doctor knew something was deeply wrong. Checking his satellite feeds, he scanned the area for something that was out of the ordinary. When he did, he saw how everyone had stopped moving around.

"He comes… He comes to cleanse… A cleansing… with blood…"

There was something moving on the monitors. It was a person. Taking a closer look, there didn't seem anything off about them. It was when he pulled the camera back he saw it. The satellite had a very limited resolution. It couldn't catch anything too specific as well as having limited ability to render more precise images. None of that mattered because what the doctor saw was perfectly visible to the satellite.

From where the figure was approaching from, a good amount of the city was turned red. Visibly red. Scanning for signs of life left a search result of zero. If this man was who the doctor thought he was; then that would mean that the one who faced the master all those years ago perhaps did have the ability to do so.

Bloodsoaked had killed a portion of the entire city of Daiba. Hundreds, if not thousands, of dead bodies were torn apart and now painted the city in blood that could be seen from an overhead point of view.

In the city, Re-destro was alarmed to feel such a murderous intent overtake such a large area while still being potent enough to render thousands of Liberation Army members still with fear. He kept his wits about him as the threat came closer and closer. Soon, he could see someone dressed in all black approach him and Shigaraki. The closer they got, it was easier to see how much blood was soaking the individual. Even after walking for all that distance, it was like someone just dumped a bucket over his head.

Rikiya had finally met the legendary killer himself, Bloodsoaked.

Shigaraki was still stunned at the sight of the bloodied killer coming from where he was certain Toga was fighting. He eyeballed the silent figure for a moment before the individual spoke to address his concerns.

"She's alive. Though I will be taking her off your hands now."

Re-destro didn't waste any time in launching a sneak attack against Bloodsoaked. A good one hundred percent as it felt like a good amount of strength for a preemptive strike. While he was swinging his arm to fight off the new enemy, lacerations deep into his flesh were carved into the enlarged muscles of Rikiya. Things didn't end there as a violent kick landed on the face of the strengthened leader to send him flying back at an angle towards the floor. A trench several blocks long was gauged into the earth in the aftermath.

Back on the ground, the one who sent Re-destro flying was now relatively alone with Shigaraki Tomura. They were now facing one another as the one looking for answers stared down the one who was the source of all his questions. Wanting to confirm his suspicions, Tomura pulled out his phone and dialed the phone number out of memory that was on the card. Putting it up to his ear, the dial tone went to confirm it was indeed a valid number.

A ringtone came from Bloodsoaked. It was what he suspected just now. Who it was that would go so far and push so deep after all these years. Someone who never hurt the young man, despite all the opportunities to do so. There was only one answer.

Now dropping the semantics, the mask was activated to release the man's head. After almost fifteen years, Haru got to see Tenko face to face. Both men knew that this was a long time coming for when they would see each other again. It would seem that circumstances could have been better in comparison to how bad things were now.

"Hey, kiddo."

Tenko didn't know what to say. The one who tormented his master was the same man who was the only one to help him all those years ago. How he forgot about Nakamura was beyond him. The mission his master gave him was all he thought of from a young age. That sort of obsession isn't something that leaves a lot of room for other thoughts.

"... Haru-san."

"You remembered… I wish things were better right now. It's hard to be happy when you've been through all you have while I was trying to find you… I'm sorry for that, truly."

Hearing that apology didn't make the emotionally vulnerable man feel good. A man who never broke a promise and treated him well wasn't the one at fault here. The mistake of not saying anything to him fell upon Tenko's conscience.

"... Don't…"

His hands clenched with the left one still being in the sorry shape that it was. To Tenko, the pain was barely there.

"Don't you DARE apologize! I was the one who left you before you got back! YOU fed and saved me! It's THEIR fault you had to keep doing all those things back then! All those lazy, stupid people that just let others do the thinking for them! Don't you see?! We can change all of that if-"

Nakamura gently took the eviscerated hand and carefully looked at it with sadness in his eyes. That same sadness he saw when they first met. He took his gloves off so as not to contaminate the wound.

"Does it hurt?"

Compared to the times he asks his master that very same question, this was sincere. Haru took out a first aid kit to help numb the pain before quickly applying the appropriate antibiotics and dressing the wound. Skilled hands which finished the task in a matter of seconds returned the hand back to its owner.

Rather than strong disapproval or avid agreement, there was just concern for Tenko. A genuine worry in Nakamura's eyes at the sight of the mentally unstable boy he failed to save all those years ago. That hatred he saw grow had taken root into something truly ugly. Everything he needed to become someone who could be better was starved from the boy. Manipulation and brainwashing of the abusive kind created an empty shell of what could have been a good man. He knew that the young man was still too far away for him to reach as of right now. Things were far from ideal with how much hatred was allowed to fester in Tenko. For now, he would need to keep his distance still. As much as it hurt, he had to leave Tenko behind in order to help the man find his way out of this maelstrom he refuses to leave.

To help Tenko understand where he was coming from, Haru gave the boy who never grew up something he truly felt the young man needed from the very start. What he wanted Tenko to know from the bottom of his heart.

Without warning; Haru pulled the other into a hug and embraced him with a hug that was strong and filled with heartache for all the time missed he should have spent helping him. Guidance this misunderstood boy needed to heal with.

"Listen to me, Tenko. No matter what people say or do; know that I will never hate you. You deserve better. I want you to know that I will always be here for you. No matter what, no matter how bad things get; you can always reach out for my help, and I will be there for you."

Things had to be left there for now. Any longer interacting with the young man would cause too much suspicion. For now, there was a very different sort of immediate issue that needed to be resolved. Walking away wasn't easy, but it was necessary if Haru wished to keep things going in the way he planned for them. There was no more sentiment for the rest of the battle. The mask was again locked in place over his face while the gloves were now back on.

Bloodsoaked was back to finish what he started.

Inside of the trench, Rikiya was groaning as he returned to the land of the living. That kick to the face left his head feeling like a tumble dryer filled with fine china. Now coming to, the feeling of something coming for him caused the man to get back up almost immediately. It wasn't over until it was over.

Just in time, too. In the distance, he saw the figure dressed in black start to slowly make its way through the rubble. Charging up his next attack, another destructive wave of energy ripped everything apart as it closed in on the newest threat. The attack did connect, though the desired effect was not quite achieved. Bloodsoaked was still making his way towards Rikiya as if his attack was just a mild breeze.

There were few things the man considered greater than his own mission. His powers were directly proportionate to how much he considered his quest to be of the utmost importance. That stress was a reflection of his respect for the liberation of all quirk users. To see his attack be so casually ignored filled the man with a very unfamiliar dread unlike anything before it.

As a precaution, Re-destro decided to activate a trump card that he was saving in case of emergencies. Hitting a switch on his hip, several rocket powered pieces of heavy tech flew straight for Rikiya. Multiple pieces of the advanced tech consolidated all around him and transformed into a giant suit that was specifically designed to enhance the amount of energy produced from his quirk. If Bloodsoaked just casually brushed off the last attack, then this would surely at least knock him on his ass.

Charging the suit up to one hundred and seventy percent, the suit was just under its tested threshold for the next attack that was about to come. It was then that the one the attack was meant for decided that enough was enough.

The pistol in its holster that Bloodsoaked used earlier was drawn and aimed directly at Re-destro's eyes. One was taken out but the other was moved out of the way to allow the bullet to skip off his skull. A line of his bone was carved out since the force of the projectile was too great for any sort of deflection to occur. Losing depth perception, Re-destro went for broke and just aimed towards where he thought Bloodsoaked was.

Looking back towards his opponent, nothing but rubble was there. In fact, that direction was the only way he could look. His movement was heavily impeded for some reason.

"Some product you have here. Cheap shit like this is exactly why I can't stand your entry into the market."

He heard a heavily modded voice coming from the left hand side. Peering over, Re-destro was just barely able to see the leg of Bloodsoaked as he was now seated on the left shoulder of his armor.

None of the inputs were reacting. Even basic motion was offline and left the man in a metal suit that was now slowing him down. Bloodsoaked stood up while balancing himself on the spot he sat upon. His tools were tucked away as he now grasped the shoulder engine and began to start pulling up on it. It cracked and came loose to then fall onto the ground as a broken piece of tech. Now he had access to the shoulder pauldron. He grasped at the metal to then pull up once again. The whole thing was starting to come loose from the joint, taking the arm with it. Rikiya realized that Bloodsoaked was going to rip off the arm with the rest of the armor.

Not having much of a choice, Re-destro charged up his quirk for a large enough attack to blow off the armor from the inside out. Metal and broken machinery showered down from the sky after the Liberation Army leader destroyed the armor that he had planned to use as a way to get a leg up in the fight.

From out of the center of the explosion, the man who barely was able to keep his left arm leapt out of the wreckage to scan for Bloodsoaked. Again, he lost track of the man. All the armor was in pieces as it all came crashing down from the sky. While scanning around, Rikiya spotted something peculiar about one section of armor nearby. He ran up to take a closer look to see a bullet hole in the densest part of its plating. It was where the CPU and other motherboard components were housed.

So not only did Bloodsoaked have a weapon capable of tearing through his machinery; he was knowledgeable enough about prototype Detnerat combat tech to instantly disable it. There was still the issue of the versatility of the suit as well.

Each piece had a backup program to take over a redundant network of sensors to keep the suit relatively functional, even if one piece's internals were to be destroyed. The only way possible for the whole thing to be completely rendered immobile would be if all the primary processors and CPUs were hit at the same time. There weren't any other gunshots he heard besides the ones he heard aimed at his head. Thinking back on it, the only time he could have disabled the armor was then and there.

He made the shocking discovery that Bloodsoaked unloaded several times the amount of two bullets in that one instance of firing. More impressive than the speed was the aim. Every single component was hit without any reloading, so it was highly probable that the killer hit all his marks.

Just as Re-destro was looking up towards his right, Bloodsoaked had already snuck up close enough to slam the terrorist leader with a car hood sized piece of steel armor from the mech suit that was destroyed. Through almost three neighborhoods worth of houses was how far Rikiya flew. His body was in tatters by the time he came to a stop at a solid concrete incline that led up to an elevated part of the city. Back at the spot he began his one way flight, the piece of armor that was used to send the villain leader flying mow resembled a tattered fronz leaf.

Bloodsoaked dropped the plate of destroyed metal to chase after the brutalized Re-destro. Even after five minutes of trekking through the destroyed neighborhoods, Bloodsoaked easily caught up to the bloodied Rikiya trying to crawl away while leaving a trail of blood in his wake.

The sound of footsteps alerted the desperate man that he was found by the one who caused all of his physically debilitating injuries. Trying to crawl away faster did nothing to improve his chances of escape.

With their right boot, Re-destro was pinned to the asphalt by his ankle. Pressure was building until the joint came loose. Trying to wrench his leg free did nothing to alleviate the hold he was trapped in. Rikiya was unable to escape the fate that the murderous man known as Bloodsoaked had planned for him. That fate was quickly given in the form of a gunshot to the back of the leg that was trapped under the boot of said shooter.

It was beyond agony. Wrenching the knee up to grasp at the wound caused the leg to split in half at the knee. The rest of the leg was swept off to the side like a piece of garbage on the road.

Another shot to the other knee rendered both legs useless. His screaming was more than loud enough for his people to locate his exact location. Flooding the streets leading to the source of the noise, everyone froze at the sight. Their leader was rolling around on the floor with both of his legs torn in half and was now bleeding out.

"... Listen here and listen well."

Everyone could hear the man through his mask speakers. It was a message that nobody dared to ignore from the one who killed so many of their own with their leader now completely defeated at the hands of this monster.

"None of you are ready for what I have waiting for you. This 'war' is nothing but a temper tantrum I'm forced to address thanks to all you spoiled little children. You want to be treated like adults? I'll give you what you want…"

That suffocating fear washed over the entire city. A stifling sensation of helplessness that swept the landscape with a single individual's wrath and hatred. This one man, who spills blood wherever he goes, was forcing thousands into subjugation by intimidation alone.

"I'll give you a war. You'll all get what you want. Every single one of you will know what it means to claim war on an enemy you have no hope against."

More of that oppressive fear was actually causing people with weaker constitutions to suffocate or suffer from heart attacks. To Bloodsoaked, they were all grains of sand not even worth mentioning.

"You will all know war as you are swallowed by it. Eaten by it. I will see to it-"

His eyes were practically glowing through the mask that shielded his identity from all who laid eyes upon him.

"That every single one of you will be dead in less than a day…"

This man was insane. None of them could see the bottom of his appetite for their deaths. In fact, they were all too scared to even move out of the way as he moved towards the crowd. His way back out of the city was through the densest part of the population who were there to save their esteemed leader. By their misfortune, those who stood in his way had their necks sliced wide open as he was not done just yet.

A panic ensued as those in the way of Bloodsoaked all had their bodies torn apart or cut to pieces as he traversed through the city. Some members who were spared from the slaughter came to Rikiya's aid and tried to stabilize their leader's wounds.

Hearing the screams of his people being slaughtered filled the man with despair. Sorrow threatened to overtake Re-destro with the beast the Liberation Army awakened now cutting their numbers down by the fistful.

It was unfortunate that they still sought to accomplish their mission. A mission already failed before they even had one to start with.

City Limits

Once again, he was soaked through with blood. His mask came off with his right hand gripping the respirator to free his face from the headgear. He carried the mask in his hand as he started a long walk back to his transport.

On the way there, someone stood in the road Haru was using to sneak to the pickup. The one he saw staring down was none other than Dabi himself. His face was grim when he saw the man he knew from so long ago now soaked in the blood of those he slaughtered today. Being kilometers away didn't help keep the sounds of mass murder from reaching the ears of thise still within city limits. Dabi didn't want to see the trail of mutilated bodies that was left behind in Nakamura's warpath.

These two stared each other down for a moment before Haru spoke first. All he said was what he knew needed to be addressed between the reacquainted men.

"I think I owe you some answers now."

"... Yeah. You do…"

With that, he followed Nakamura through the city towards the pickup meant for them both. Though he didn't know what the answer would be, or even if he wanted to know; Touya was now about to know who Haru was.

Who he truly was.

Several Weeks Ago

The last time he saw Nakamura's face was back at the UA summer camp. Here he was now like he never even changed from how he was when Touya was a child. Every detail was perfectly preserved from how he remembered him. There was nothing but internal conflict over seeing the man who raised him better than his biological father. About how he ran from him that rainy day from the hospital before fading into obscurity.

Hawk backed up a little to give the two their space. He knew better than to interrupt a moment like this between his father and someone he felt he failed when they were a child. Sometimes it sucked to see his old man beat himself up the way he does for things that were sometimes out of his control.

"... Why? Why are you here?"

"Because I promised you I would be when you needed me. I just took too long for the past decade or so… I am sorry, Touya. I couldn't find you fast enough."

None of this was fair. To hear Haru apologize for something he himself felt guilty over doing to the man. It was his decision to run and seek his time for revenge. To see someone carry a burden that was caused by his own personal grievances twisted his chest unlike anything else.

"No! Don't fucking apologize! I left you in the rain that day! All you wanted to do was help! It isn't you who needs to apologize! It's that fuck up of a father! That shitbag!"

Seeing Touya be who he was now was not a pleasant sight. It changed the boy fundamentally into an embittered adult focused only on making his payback known. He stood and patiently listened to the young man spout his hatred over the man he almost killed himself to please.

"Nothing was good enough! I fucking killed myself! Now look at me! All he did was leave me with these fucking scars! He was nothing but a monster!"

After another rant about the man he despised for their psychological manipulation, he was panting while slouching for how winded he was. Unleashing years of pent up rage would do that to anybody.

It was now that Nakamura chose to speak. He was careful in choosing his words for what the real purpose of this meeting was.

"I know you hate him. I hate him enough to want him dead, too. We can talk about it together. I promise… But there is something I wish to show you. Something I need your help with."

Staring into Nakamura's eyes, the man's spirit was absolute as he asked Touya for what he needed while promising him more in return. In exchange for the favor, he would show him the truth of the matter. What he was and what he planned to happen for everyone involved.

The truth in exchange for a handful of favors. A trade that seemed fair enough. After all, Haru was perhaps the only person he trusted in the entire world. A trust that would lead him towards something he never knew possible.