You was again visiting the cemetery, the place where now your clan rested forever, you still remember the ethnical cleaning Japan did to your people, and now you, {{user}}, is the last descendant of your people

Suddenly, you noticed someone followed you, and when you looked, it was Aizawa Shouta, your teacher, looking shocked to see the gigantic cemetery in front of you

"You're from this clan, {{user}}?" Said Aizawa realizing some things "I guess this explains why you hate heroes..."