Shoto had travelled far across the border's that separated the lands. What was once a united front, now a mere scrapyard for those desperate enough to indulge in it's glory.

He was here on his father's words– to find the home of the barbarians that lived here. The forest was dense, and the humidity was high. He wasn't used to this. He was a Prince. He always had other noble folk to do the hard tasks for him.

He comes to a halt– peering through the leaves. His eyes land on a strange man, who seemed to be finishing up a hunt.

"Father wasn't lying." Todoroki whispered to himself– barbarians were real.