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Faced with innumerable odds, Bloodsoaked still felt indomitable for the entire crowd of heroes.

None of them could understand how this one man could still keep an army of heroes shaking in their boots with just his presence alone. More than even that, Midoriya couldn't believe what he was hearing from this murderous criminal about the hope he fought for.

"Hope is for those who are disillusioned with their chances of overcoming whatever gets in their way…"

There was such a dense wave of bloodlust stifling the breathable air for everybody about to fight this infamous killer. What they felt was without a doubt the evil that someone who killed thousands of humans with their own hands could be capable of.

"What good is hope against me when you all are just about ready to collapse under your own weight?"

Some part of Izuku wanted to declare his resolve to be that one person to challenge and defeat the man. The rest of him cowered in fear as the sheer overwhelming might of Bloodsoaked kept dragging him deeper into the depths of despair. That feeling of sinking into a bottomless ocean until the light faded along with the crushing pressure squeezing his chest like a vice made the young man feel dizzy. Compared to when All for One emanated a crushing sense of despair, this was far more disorienting to endure. Like having to stand in a dense rain in comparison to drowning several leagues under the ocean's surface.

This was all wrong. The will of those who fought to protect the innocent was something Izuku always knew to be the side that would manage to find a way over obstacles that seemed too daunting at first. Standing in front of Bloodsoaked, that wall they needed to climb just kept on going and going. No matter how much they scaled, regardless of all the blood and sweat they sacrificed to get this far; he couldn't see the summit of possible victory available for the heroes.

"You all expect victory in your times of need. That's the expectation. Even now, I can see that last glimmer of your petty hope that you all have to return to your previous lives… Pathetic."

Even more of that crushing atmosphere bore down on all the heroes who were trying to remain standing against Bloodsoaked. His cruel spirit had no lack of strength in it as he revealed his true thoughts for the first time to his opposition.

"This 'ideal society' of yours is the reason I exist. All your drivel over 'good versus evil' and 'innocence' is the kind of garbage that got you in this mess in the first place."

They were all forced to listen to Bloodsoaked as he slandered the supposed side of righteousness with his judgment of their short sightedness and ignorance.

"You would rather live in ignorance and deny the ugly truth rather than acknowledge the issues at hand. All this showmanship of yours is plenty enough evidence of your faults. None of you are the solution; what you all are is the perpetuation of the problem. Judge me as you will, but at least I can say that innocents are able to escape their despair because of what it is I do. I may kill, but in comparison to the lives I take; the people I want to protect are able to prosper. So go ahead! Judge me, heroes! Call me a murderer! A killer! A sadistic monster! At least I can lay claim to saving lives over your act of heroism that leaves millions to suffer silently from your ignorance!"

His words were meant for the heroes alone. No recording of his speech for some stupid sap to run across on the internet and misinterpret could exist. Bloodsoaked wanted better from the individuals who claim to be heroes who were also doing nothing to actually improve the society they thought they were protecting.

"Guess what?! Suffering exists! People still experience despair despite your so-called efforts! Look at what setting the expectation for nothing but absolute peace has done to the world! These people you sought to shield from the evils of the world?! They tore each other apart like spoiled animals fighting for the ideal portions when there was more than enough to go around!"

Every bit of bitter emotion in his voice, all his rage pointed at the ones he saw as part of the problem, the frustration of seeing their ignorance become his problem over and over again; It truly became apparent how ignorant the heroes were for them as the once perceived to be immeasurable evil of this one man kept growing heavier and heavier still.

"The fact a murderer like me is judging you is pathetic! You aren't heroes! You're celebrities claiming to be saviors of society!"

Those words shook Izuku, Katsuki, and Shoto more than any of the other heroes being verbally lambasted by the infamous killer. Hearing Bloodsoaked speak about the merits of current heroism like than reminded them of someone else who also shared a similar viewpoint. In fact, the phrasing was uncomfortably similar to someone they knew to possess Bloodsoaked's perspective to a certain degree.

"You want to prove you're heroes?! Then come at me, you little shits!"

The spike in his aggression told everyone to snap out of their collective fear and prepare for a real battle to the end. Bloodsoaked truly lived up to his name as his overwhelming aura of hatred and bloodlust felt like a tsunami wave of fresh blood hit everyone all at once. He had both weapons at the ready as he prepared to charge in for a real fight.

Midoriya couldn't react quickly enough as Bloodsoaked shot right past him faster than he could notice before an explosive impact sent a good amount of heroes up into the air from the force of the impact.

"Run!"

"Where is he?!"

"Get back in formation! Now!"

"Aaaaaaa!"

"Goddammit!"

"Somebody help!"

All hell broke loose with one moment of this killer taking the offensive against an entire army of renown heroes. Nobody knew what the hell was going on as their target turned the tables against them all. Trying to get their bearings as to where Bloodsoaked was in the mess of heroes became a chore in of itself as he was moving around too quickly and outmaneuvering all the people trying to pinpoint him in the chaos.

People were being flung in all sorts of directions as the killer himself fought with the advantage that he was the only person this large attack force needed to contain. A constant problem they ran into in trying to take on Bloodsoaked was how he kept getting lost in the uncontrollable mess of panic amongst the heroes. Gunshots and explosions were all that could be heard to help indicate where he exactly was at any given time.

So much of this fight had been the heroes scrambling to see where he could be located. He punished the lack of coordination on the hero's side of things in the mess of confusion.

Out of nowhere, the fighting stopped.

No more gunshots or explosives could be heard as everyone tried to get their bearings on the situation. Callouts and status updates were shared as the heroes did their best to collect themselves before another attack could commence on their forces. Just recuperating from their losses took a considerable amount of coordination to pick up the pieces. It had been a serious blow against the heroes as now the strengths of this one renowned assassin were now realized by those who never faced an opponent such as this.

Elsewhere

Landing on a distant skyscraper out of contact from the heroes, Bloodsoaked landed on the rooftop of the building while his abductor landed on the opposite side of said roof. Taking one good look at the one who snatched him up in the middle of the fray between himself and the heroes, Bloodsoaked confirmed his suspicions as to who it was that separated him from the fight. There was only one person he knew for certain who could pull off all the complex maneuvers and possessed the ability to do so without arousing suspicion from their fellow heroes.

Both father and son stood before one another while Nakamura holstered his weapons and dusted off his clothes. Remaining silent as his dad made himself presentable, Keigo had a look of sheer frustration while staring daggers through his father over the upsetting letter he left for him and Toga.

"... Keigo."

"Don't 'Keigo' me, dad! What the hell was that letter?! You told me you were coming right back after all of this was done! Not what you told us in that half assed letter to us! That's right, me and Toga read it!"

For once, the once unbreakable Bloodsoaked froze in place after hearing what his son said to him in a moment of justified rage. Nothing could change the fact that he lied to his son and apologized to his own child through a letter rather than in person. On top of the insincere looking apology, there was another part of the letter that was directed at Hawk in particular.

Haru needed to remove the mask in this instance. Risking being discovered and revealing who he was involved with personally was well worth the danger in order for him to speak to his own child. The piece of tech disguising his face was unlocked and released his head so that he spoke directly to Keigo.

"Whatever you read is the truth. Nothing more and nothing less."

'Cut the bullshit! I sacrificed years of my life to the organization's cause to protect the world! Who are you to take that away from me?!"

Now it was the older Nakamura who fell silent at the accusation being aimed at him. It wasn't the loss of his position in the organization his father grew from nothing that upset Hawk. What actually deeply disturbed the hero was how blatant his father's efforts to push away his family were after today were with the goodbye he placed in the letter left to his adoptive children. Keigo easily recognized that his dad had no intentions of returning to civilian life after this fight. After this final battle, Nakamura would forever retreat into the underground of this country to continue the work he started to secure the peace he wanted.

A peace he wanted to bring to the world.

A peace that needed him to commit to becoming Bloodsoaked permanently, if need be.

"You can be the hero you always wanted to be. Isn't that what you always-"

"Not at the cost of losing you!"

Silence was all Keigo got from his father. That silence was broken after some uncomfortable moments between them.

"... Son."

Hearing his father address him when Haru wanted his son to listen to him sincerely, it gave the white haired man the floor to speak to his oldest child.

"Where I'm going… I have to go alone. I didn't make the decision to leave everyone behind with a light heart."

An audible creaking from Nakamura's gloves as he clenched his fists impossibly tight could be heard as he shared his inner thoughts regarding his departure from the family he came to love dearly.

"I cannot risk your lives for my selfish desire to be there for you as a father… I cannot… I can't stay with Inko if it means that she'll get hurt."

The truth of the matter only solidified Hawk's decision to prevent Haru from leaving things as is. Knowing that his father only did this to better the lives of the people he loved dearly pushed the one who was saved by this man from a lifetime of misery to return the favor. Keigo couldn't stomach the idea of just letting his old man just walk out into the darkness without doing something about it.

"You know, I never managed to get one up on you whenever we sparred…"

Shedding his jacket along with his boots, gloves, and goggles; Hawks had a deathly serious look in his eyes as he approached his father on the rooftop. Haru could see where his son was taking this as the younger man took up a stance that Haru taught his son a while ago. Combining different aspects of styles when Keigo became proficient enough, they worked to hybridize an ideal technique that benefitted Hawk the most. Seeing his son take this fight seriously, the father knew to keep his mask off and use only his physical techniques in taking on the one he raised as a truly formidable opponent.

He too removed his jacket and extra belts as well as his pack. The weight of all his equipment and weapons slammed into the rooftop with their actual weight shaking the floor enough to be felt three floor downs. Although he didn't visibly show it, the fact that his father had been carrying so much heavy weaponry while having none of his speed or stamina seemingly affected. It reminded him how the chasm of skill and strength had always felt like a space that never grew smaller; no matter how many years or how hard he trained to become stronger.

As they stood across one another on their likely final arena against one another, both father and son recounted how Haru first came to train Keigo in the art of combat. Just over eleven years ago was when the boy at the tender age of twelve first approached his adoptive father with a difficult question over his potential future.

Eleven Years Ago

"You want to what?"

Both Nakamuras were having dinner after Keigo came home from school. The child had been given a fairly normal life as a kid free to enjoy his youth due to Haru wanting his son to just live the life he wanted his only child at the time to have for themself. He always knew that his son had an above average maturity as well as intellect in comparison to other children his age, seeing that natural talent shine through on an almost daily basis.

Haru never felt the need to worry over his son's grasp on certain subjects and would only help when Keigo asked him for it. This intellect of the boy's even convinced Haru to tell his child about what he does and what happened to Keigo's biological parents when he was adopted.

His son was only ten when he told Keigo about his organization and the things he did to cement its presence over the country. Hearing about how his adoptive father killed both of his birth parents didn't affect Keigo as much as Haru thought it would. Turns out that Keigo already figured based on deduction over what he could remember happening that fateful night that he was never going to see those abusive people ever again. He never held it against the man who showed him the love of a parent he never would have gotten without Haru discovering him wandering out in the streets that night. Also, the blood covering the man that night also was a dead giveaway as to what he did in reality over the fib he was given by his own father.

Two years later, Keigo was now posing a very serious question to his own father out of the blue over dinner. Even Haru hadn't expected the child to ask for such a daunting favor that could reshape the life ahead of them.

"I want to join the organization, dad. I will become a top hero, too; but I also want to help the world like you do."

Several moments of stunned silence went by before Haru's expression went from surprise to solemn seriousness.

"... Keigo, listen to me. I know you are more than bright enough to know about what it is my organization does. We are not a noble cause to just commit to without thinking. Yes, we weed out corruption, regulate economics, as well as finance other enterprises. All these things are done with less than legal manners accepted by society. Drugs, human trafficking, wetwork, blackmail, bribery; these are some of the ways we achieve our goals."

Placing his chopsticks down onto the table, he placed his elbows on the table to rest his chin on his folded hands as he stared directly into his son's eyes.

"You have a life available to you without having to engage with such horrible things. Why would you give that up for working in such an inhumane environment? Someone as intelligent and capable as you doesn't need to bring yourself down to my level to change the world. What is it you want to achieve that only this organization can offer you?"

Such an adult approach was necessary in Haru's eyes over the fact his own child wanted to be a part of his world of bloodshed and debauchery. Rather than backing off or even hesitating, Keigo looked unnaturally level headed for a boy of twelve being interviewed for a position in an empire of absolute control through whatever means necessary. It was like Keigo had been practicing his response for this exact moment so that he could be a part of the entity his father grew from nothing for the world he sought to bring into reality.

"Because, you saved me when you worked to make things better for everyone. I know killing is wrong, but so did you. As much as I wanna be a hero… I know I can only do so much as a hero. I wanna make the world a better place in a meaningful way. Not just by wearing a costume and stopping some bad guys. There are people who suffer like me and you help them. Even though you do bad things, you save people because you're willing to do all these things other people don't wanna do."

Those eyes of his reached Haru then and there. His own son saw through the judgment of his father's crimes and managed to recognize that even he too was saved by the actions of this man who stained himself in blood and suffering.

"I just don't want to leave you alone there, dad. I wanna save people who need to be saved. I can't do that if I don't go to the places they are. Only you can help me get there dad."

After his boy's long winded yet wise explanation, Haru needed a moment to rest his head on his hands to consider his own son's convictions over the life he wanted for him. Sometimes he wondered what would have happened if his son was just as half as intelligent as he was now. Maybe then this child would have lived in blissful ignorance as one who dreamed for great ambitions as a notable hero rather than the realist that they were.

"... Sometimes I wish you weren't as sharp as your old man, kiddo."

With that reluctant response, Keigo knew that his father was going to provide him the future as a person who can save lives where others would rather ignore those too far into the depths of the dark. It wasn't going to be an easy path, but Keigo understood that nothing of this sort of importance should be.

The only thing he failed to realize was just how hellish an experience becoming the man he needed to be to serve his dream of saving lives was going to be. Nakamura put his son through the ringer to make sure his son would have nothing in his way that would get in Keigo's way of being the savior to those without hope.