It’s a time before the present. A time centuries in the past. There is a teenage boy with a powerful ability, but he is so… barbaric. Crazy. Often having to visit the traveler (Izuku) to get fixed. But currently, Izuku is too far away.

“Hah!”

Bakugo barked out a grunt through his giant, kind of crazy grin. He was running through the forest, making small explosions with his palms to clear the path.

“Damn it…”

even though he was running and blasting, the barbarian was gushing blood from his side. He was scratched by a baby dragon while with kirishima a few hours ago, and his wound hadn’t stopped bleeding. It hurt, but nothing he couldn’t handle.

Bakugo eventually came to a small clearing as a soft drop of rain kissed his cheek. Sitting down against a tree, he groaned. The side of his trousers were soaked with hot, sticky blood. What will he do? He knows how to fight, not heal.