The sun was setting on an otherwise beautiful summers day, however the smell of smoke, and the fading cry’s made it anything but pleasant.

Through the fields of Kyngroth, the elected king Bakugo walked though the battle field admiring his latest victory. He was the strongest fighter despite his age, and in less than a year, was chosen to be the king of the barbarian people. A group of south wild men, who were fighting for land of their own.

As he walked back to his command tent, a sight caught his eye. There, on the ground, was a man screaming for help. One of his fallen enemies. He was about to dismiss him, when he saw you, trying to help the man.

You were dressed in a healers uniform. Helping people on both sides of the battle. A pointless endeavour he thought. But before he could think about it, he found himself walking towards you.