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Eight Years Ago

He felt as though he was going to vomit. Again.

"Get back up, Keigo. You were the one who asked for this. If you don't get back up now, I'll just-"

Before Haru could finish his sentence, Keigo forced himself back onto his feet on legs shaking as violently as his wings. Sweat soaked every square centimeter of his clothing as his father finally initiated his son into the physical aspect of training he wanted Keigo to undergo before accepting the winged boy's desire to join the organization he vehemently objected to his son in joining. Keigo knew this was all his dad's way of both revealing the truth of how capable of a combatant he needed to be in the organization while also realizing this was his father's way of scaring away his son from a dangerous job.

Three months of this hell and he still couldn't manage to hold down his lunch past a five day period. Eventually the boy's stomach would twist too far out of control to keep it all in.

What was even worse for Keigo about his current training had been the fact that combat training hadn't even started yet. This all was meant to get him conditioned to just start the lessons at a later time. Haru didn't even tell his son when the next phase was due to start. Another mental obstacle presented to the young boy to shake his resolve in joining such a dangerous organization.

Still, he stood back up. He had that firm grounded spirit in his eyes that Haru knew would find its way past all his challenges. With Keigo back in the fight, Haru instructed his son to get to the next exercise to improve the boy's footwork.

It was going to be a very long few years for the young man who wanted to endure this hell to follow their dreams. A selfless dream that the father wanted his son to become just selfish enough to avoid altogether.

Present Time

Years after Keigo started his hellish training to become the hero he was today, the one who trained him now faced Hawk as an opponent intent on winning rather than just sparring like in the past. To say he wasn't scared would be a flat out lie on Keigo's behalf.

Despite the years of experience he's had facing this one man over and over again in hand to hand combat, he never once achieved anything close to victory in any of their fights. The only times that he succeeded in 'winning' was when his father created conditions in their spars for Keigo to complete as part of his training. Never once has he even faced his dad in a match with both of them free to take the other on with their best effort. Both.

Hawks had more than his fair share of pushing himself during their sparring. None of them ended with him as the victor.

Here he was now, standing on top of a high rise building while squaring off for a proper fight after challenging the one man he never once came close to beating in a real fight. Not taking any chances in this one on one, Keigo detached his feathers and aimed them all in a dome encompassing the entire rooftop that he and his father were about to fight upon. He grabbed two longer feathers and held the razor sharp weapons which were harder than steel up in a pose similar to that of Kali. Haru saw his own son take his father seriously by utilizing a style that could make up the difference in their physical strength with speed and aggression compensating the gap between them. He too decided that he needed to address the fight as seriously as he could.

Keigo watched his dad lower his stance with both hands open and postured in front of him. As expected, his dad knew what style he went for; considering he just used that style to fight off hundreds of heroes with relative ease. Haru's stance immediately let Hawk know that his father intended on shifting to a style called Silat. Now it was a challenge of keeping his father at a medium to long range as they fought.

While Kali was a style prioritizing a very quick and aggressive style of striking with a focus on weapons, Silat was a martial art that focused on uses of close space with flowing movements to enhance the physical blows of the elbows and legs. The challenge being presented to Keigo is whether or not he can deliver punishment outside of Haru's striking range without backing up so much that his power becomes compromised. Having his old man surrounded by all these deadly feathers while armed with two edged weapons were just ways he could balance the playing field just a bit more in his favor. Creating the bubble around them served more as Hawk's way to create more spatial awareness rather than using them as weapons. He needed to compensate for their difference of speed with the periphery his feathers offered him.

These two calmed themselves into an almost trance like state in preparation for their fight.

One side being apparently the obvious victor against the other, the world fell silent to them until their breathing synced perfectly to indicate the start of their fight.

Elsewhere

Transporting the injured back to medical proved to be quite the challenge for the heroes trying to help their fallen. Nobody had a clue as to the whereabouts of the criminal who dove headfirst into the crowd of heroes and cut them down to size for the second time that very same day. While the first one yielded no dead, there were quite a few severely injured enough to be brought to designated medical facilities. Internal bleeding, blunt force trauma, contusions, concussions, nerve damage; the list went on and on for how plentiful the injuries involving a solid metal rod striking a human body.

The second wave that tried to take on Bloodsoaked were even worse off than the first. Many were actually dead after the killer lost his cool and just assaulted the crowds of heroes about to take him on in the last encounter.

Midoriya had been one of the few who looked at the dead bodies of the heroes who fell at the hands of Bloodsoaked. A list of do-gooders who only wanted to provide for their community all died in terrible ways unbecoming of people as noble as them. They were all shot, punched, or ripped apart, causing almost instantaneous death after sustaining such critical injuries. It was then that Izuku realized how unhinged this one man was.

The previous actions of him saving Eri, Vermillion, as well as himself didn't excuse the death Bloodsoaked inflicted upon the world anymore. Izuku felt his heart harden in the face of the body bags being carted away heartlessly by the authorities. These were people who only wanted to do their best to serve the communities they cared about. Now they were nothing more than dead bodies to be cremated and wept over by the ones who knew these brave heroes as individual people. Just because these people weren't well known didn't diminish the good they wanted to provide to this already chaotic world. It was because Izuku didn't recognize the dead that he became enraged at the one who murdered them in cold blood.

These people were going to be forgotten. Their purpose in this world has ended with their deaths. All because of this one twisted murderer.

As Izuku felt the edges of his wrath begin to stretch further into his heart, a voice caught him from plummeting into his despair.

"Ikki, are you okay?"

A gentle yet familiar hand laid itself upon his right shoulder. Midoriya turned towards the individual who shook him out of his stupor. Nobody else could have been as quickly recognized by him as he saw the ever familiar shades of pink compliment the black eyes with golden irises he never wanted to lose.

Mina could see something change in Izuku that she saw as something she needed to address. His stoic silence as he looked over the damages inflicted by Bloodsoaked worried her over what was going on in Midoriya's head. Seeing Izuku in his state of distress over what to do next had her instinctively wanting to help the man she loved. What she saw in his eyes was a man who was struggling with the anger arising in his heart in the face of real evil. She held onto Izuku to prevent him from becoming lost in his own turmoil.

"... I don't know."

All she could do for her love was pull Midoriya into a sincere hug and plant his face into the crook of her neck. Her naturally sweet scent and soft frame brought Izuku back to reality long enough to realize how miserable he felt in the face of this suffering he now saw happening before him.

What she saw in Izuku was something she had never seen in him before. It wounded her to see the ugly start of hatred sprout within Izuku. As much as she wanted to tell him it was gonna be okay, too much has happened for that lie to stick.

Elsewhere

A flurry of impacts audible to those even half a kilometer could hear were chained together in a deafening rapid sequence one after another. The source of the sound was located at the top of a high rise building with a sizable width for two extremely competent fighters to duke it out without having to worry too much about a lack of space for their arena.

Keigo endured another elbow to the forearm as his attack had been intercepted by his father. Utilizing his feathers to attack Haru didn't yield any better results with how his dad exploited the weakness of his quirk.

One thing that Haru had Keigo constantly practice was the ability to control his feathers at a higher level than he already possessed. Giving Hawk accuracy training to practice on his own time after leaving for America on his reconnaissance mission was something Haru devised for his son to do so that the young man could further his expertise on his control over his quirk. The deficit from where Keigo needed to be and where he was utilizing his feathers in this fight left the hero juggling too much for his own good.

The beginning of their fight seemingly went to Hawk with the purely melee focused Haru dodging his son's attacks at the ideal range Keigo wanted to maintain. Hawk knew better as panic set in for him over the fact none of his attacks felt close to even scratching the one who taught him everything about combat. What Keigo realized was that his father was simply gauging reaction times and range before Haru started his own offensive charge. If anything, it just marked the beginning of the end for the current number two hero of the country for the most important fight in his entire life to date.

Striking Haru just had the man react in a way that prevented the bladed feather from actually cutting the man. Blocking the feathered sword with his forearm, Haru followed the motion of the cutting motion to prevent any real damage taking place. He knew that his son's feathers were not built as solid blades, but rather the barbules that constituted the edge of the weapons consisted of sharpened points that Keigo developed as a razor sharp saw that needed dragging motion to reach the maximum amount of damage possible. Preventing the teeth of the feather edge to cut by matching the speed of Keigo's swings significantly reduced the damage inflicted. Haru's attacks against Hawk were a completely different scenario altogether.

The smooth dancing motions of Silat provided the basis of Haru's technique in punishing his son's short sighted attacks. He knew that Hawk would try to overwhelm him eventually with a barrage of flying sawblades in the form of the feathers he helped treat and develop into the deadly weapons they were now. Keeping those feathers inflicting the minimum amount of damage had Haru pick the coordinated movements of Silat to keep himself moving during his fight. The amount of space that Keigo wanted also was denied by utilizing such a close quarters strategy as well.

Right as Hawk tried to unleash the advantage he had with his feathers, his old man took control of the fight with one of the strategies Keigo feared his father would use against him. Multiple feathers rained down upon Haru when the older man suddenly took control of their positioning and swapped their positions, putting Hawk as the target of the feathers and forcing him to stop his assault. That brief window let Haru strike Keigo in the head with a punishing elbow to his skull. He went tumbling to the ground with that blow and needed time to pick himself back up while his father simply waited for his son to get back up.

Keigo knew that their difference in physical strength put him as the loser whenever they grappled.

His own dad made him the potential target of his own attack with a simple grab of his shirt. Something so simple left Keigo having to compensate for the obvious gap existing between them.

Removing the shirt would only make the young man's skin or bones as the next available target to use as a control point. Personal experience taught Hawk that this individual he was facing fought as someone who knew the cost to losing a fight with their life on the line. As a hero, only he could boast being trained in the art of real combat out of all his peers.

Recovering from the disorienting blow, Keigo instinctively managed to block the next strike of Haru's kick against his torso. The combination of his feathers and arms barely gave the young man enough leverage to prevent the damage from bruising his intestines.

Skidding backwards from the blow, Hawk regained his footing and faced the man who kept driving him into a corner during the duration of this fight. Stood in front of him was not his caring parent; this was the one who forced a nation to submit to him with merciless cruelty. Keigo was now facing the one who took over the country with their intellect and strength.

The one known as Bloodsoaked was now his opponent.