Bakugo vs Everyone

by Gandalf42

Summary:

Bakugo thought he was the strongest.

Many of Multiverse's Mightiest Warriors beg to differ.

Notes:

Just a series of snapshots of Bakugo getting absolutely destroyed by the powerhouses of the Multiverse.

Chapter 1: Ancient of Ancients (Warhammer Fantasy)

Durthu did not know how the screeching monkey got within the borders of Athel Loren but the eldest of all Treemen decided to deal with the creature himself.

 

Many of the gathered monarchs, who had gathered within the King’s Glade to discuss the coming threat of Chaos, flinched as the massive treeman suddenly lurched into motion,  picked up his amber blade, the Sword of Daith, and stomped away.

 

Durthu heard Queen Ariel’s softly spoken incantation and the treeman ancient was flowing through the World Roots, the transition smoother than ever.

 

Durthu found himself in the outer borders of the forest and heard the source of the disturbance.

 

The rumbling of explosions and screaming curses revealed the interloper was not far away, perhaps thirty strides at best.

 

He sensed the asrai sentries moving to support him but a clack in the ancient tongue had them return to their posts.

 

Even though the Emerald Hero had destroyed the Morghur the Shadowgave, the cloven ones were still looking for a weakness in Athel Loren to finish their dread master’s work. 

 

It was better he did this alone.

 

He found the interloper caught in the most basic of Athel Loren’s defences.

 

The illusion was the least malevolent of its kind, simply twisting an intruder's perception of direction and leading them in a never ending circle.

 

To simply break through it, you just had to willingly take a step backwards.

 

It was clear that the human was not the most intelligent of his kind.

 

Durthu had never seen the enchantment work in person before and found it oddly humorous that the snarling blonde would take ten steps forward and suddenly find himself ten steps back.

 

It also didn’t help that the human looked like his face was going to twist off if he snarled any harder.

 

What really caught Durthu’s attention was the human’s presence.

 

It was akin to Izuku Midoriya’s but lesser.

 

Where the Emerald Hero’s soul was like the warm embrace of the sun, this one was like a tiny fizzle of rage trying to be something it's not. Not to mention the sheer malice that roiled like a rotten quagmire around that flickering fizzle.

 

I can’t believe that Izuku was right knowing someone more hateful than the One-Eye.

 

Durthu gripped his blade tighter and flexed the talons of his left hand, undoing the illusion.

 

Red eyes suddenly snapped into focus and looked up at the Ancient of Ancients, The twisted sneer on the human’s face twisted even more.

 

“THE FUCK YOU LOOKING AT TWIG FUCKER!!!” The human screeched loudly and Durthu wasn’t sure if that was a question. “WHERE IS THAT FUCKING DEKU SO I CAN KILL THE FUCKER FOR RUINING MY STORY!!!”

 

Durthu tilted his head.

 

The treeman had fought countless battles, slain countless foes and his reputation was so well known that even the most insane dwarf slayer would feel a tremor of terror at the sight of him.

 

Yet this human didn’t flinch.

 

“What is a Deku?” Durthu asked, the human words sounding like the grinding snap of falling branches.

 

The question seemed to drive the human into an even greater rage, red eyes bulging so wide they almost popped out the sockets.

 

“ARE YOU FUCKING RETARDED, TWIG FUCKER!!??” The human howled and Durthu was starting to get annoyed at the noise. “I ASKED YOU A QUESTION! YOU BETTER FUCKING ANSWER OR I’LL KILL YOU!!”

 

Durthu growled at the threat and the trees around the pair suddenly began to scoot away as they sensed the Eldest’s wrath build, his wounded face beginning to glow an ominous amber.

 

The human was either too stupid to notice or he didn’t care.

 

“THE FUCK I’M TALKING TO A SHITTY MUTANT FUCKER!? I’M KATSUKI BAKUGO, THE FUTURE NUMBER ONE, AND NO FUCKING TWIG OR DEKU IS GOING TO STOP ME!” 

 

The human, Katsuki Bakugo, leapt at Durthu, hands outstretched and palms sparking.

 

“FUUUUUUCCCCKKKKIIIIIINGGGGG DIIIIIIIIIIEEEEE_!”

 

Durthu knew fire all too well and the sight of sparks popping in the human’s palms forced him to action.

 

The Sword of Daith was masterfully crafted by the famous blacksmith that it was named after. It had parted the flesh of Greater Daemons, the runic enchanted armour of the dwarfs and even the cursed hide of the Black Dragons of the Druchii.

 

Katsuki Bakugo had the pitiful honour of being the weakest creature it has ever slain.

 

The amber blade hit him so quickly that it did not cut at first, instead smashing the human into the soil with a spray of dirt and crunch of bone. Then the blade cut through him, peeling him in two as it sank half way into the soil. 

 

Durthu hummed in confusion at the lack of resistance and pulled his blade free, dirt and blood sliding free of the blade and leaving it clean.

 

After a moment of looking upon the ruined mess of the interloper, Durthu grunted and headed back to the King’s Glade.

 

What a waste of time. He thought as he slipped into the World Roots once more. 

 

He hoped Izuku would wake up soon.

 

At least then things would be interesting once more.

Chapter 2: Father (Clair Obscur: Expedition 33)

The Canvas was changing.

 

Renoir hummed curiously as he knelt down and gently caressed the petals of the daisy.

 

As always the sea battered cliffs were a cold and desolate place but the spark of life poking between the cracks of the stone had caught the old man’s attention.

 

How odd He mused slightly and got back to his feet, his old bones grinding with protest and he was forced to lean upon his cane as a bout of weakness shot through him.

 

He took a sharp breath as it passed but his thoughts were not upon his aged body.

 

There was something odd going on and the presence of the green eyed boy was the source.

 

His brief skirmish with the boy had shown him that Izuku Midoriya did not belong here, especially the strange lightning that he had clad himself with.

 

More interesting was his blood.

 

Not a dot of Chroma.

 

How had he gotten into the Canvas and were there others? That was the most important question that ran through Renoir’s mind. The boy was no Painter, lacking the spark of the gift, but the Chroma was reacting oddly, almost as if it was.. Rejoicing. 

 

Even as he was thinking, plant life was starting to bloom around where the boy’s blood had spilt during their clash.

 

His instincts screamed that such power was dangerous to Her but his weary soul felt oddly at peace. Bringing back memories that reminded him of simpler and wonderful times.

 

He tapped his cane and sighed.

 

Why couldn’t things be simple?

 

Renoir tapped his cane once more and this time Chroma blurred behind him in a splash of black and white, catching and drinking the explosion aimed at his back. 

 

He had been wondering when the other interloper would show himself.

 

Renoir turned on his heel, feeling the familiar strength return to him as he looked upon the other interloper.

 

The boy was young, perhaps fifteen or sixteen, blonde and red eyed. He was wearing a grey school uniform, soaked in ink.

 

Renoir could not help but compare him to Midoriya.

 

Midoriya had always tried to talk first, wishing to avoid as much conflict as possible and only fought when he had too. Renoir had observed the boy’s first encounter with a Nokron, the way he pleaded for the creature to stop fighting and the way he was shaken after destroying it.

 

He was a good boy and Renoir rather enjoyed their brief conversation before their skirmish and felt pity that such a good child was dragged into this spirit wrenching spat.

 

This one though was of a different disposition.

 

Katsuki Bakugo was his name, he had shouted it to the heavens at every possibility, and he was nothing more than a wild beast.

 

Renoir did not even have to look hard to locate him.

 

The constant explosions and cursing drew every Nokron within miles, the boy destroying the lesser ones with the strange explosions from his palms but ran for it when one survived the initial explosion.

 

In all honesty, Bakugo had only made it here because he was following the trail of the Expedition 33, who had already dealt with the more powerful Nokrons in the area.

 

Alas he had no way to cross the stormy seas and now he was face to face with a man who no qualms with massacring those just trying to survive.

 

“Get the fuck outta my way, Old Fart!” The boy snarled and Renoir raised an eyebrow at the name.

 

“No.” He answered plainly. 

 

Bloodshot red eyes buldged in their sockets and Renoir idly wondered if the boy had even been told no before. Fingers curled into claws and sparks spat from Katsuki’s palms.

 

Another explosion roared towards the old man, who tapped his cane once more.

 

The air before him rippled with Chroma and the explosion dissipated across the barrier, not even causing it to ripple.

 

“I said get the fuck out of my way!!” Bakugo screamed, then two bolts of Chroma pierced his palms. The boy’s eyes winded in shock as blood spurted from the two clean holes in his hands, the explosions he was preparing fizzled out.

 

Renoir lowered his cane and leaned on it as he observed the boy's rapid change in behaviour.

 

Gone was the snarling anger and murderous glare.

 

It was almost his spirits that were broken by such a minor wound.

 

“Well? Are you going to try again?” Renoir asks.

 

Katsuki looked up at him, all bravado had left him and he took a step back. A tap of the cane sealed the exit and Renoir was slightly disappointed.

 

Perhaps Izuku had spoiled him with his resistance, even when Renoir had nearly cut off his left leg and put a hole through his chest, Izuku still fought tooth and nail to protect his comrades.

 

This was honestly rather pitiable.

 

“I-I’ll kill you!” Bakugo rasped out.

 

“Well then, draw your weapon or prepare a spell. I do not mind waiting.” Renoir replied, already knowing the boy would not do anything. The old man sighed as the boy just seemed to crumble apart before him. “You believed you were strong simply because you could use explosions, didn’t you? True strength is not about power, boy, it's about having the will to push on. No matter the pain or the injuries suffered.”

 

Renoir knew all about pain. He lived it every second.

 

“Fuck you!” Bakugo snarled out and Renoir shook his head in disappointment as his hand became smothered in a writhing miasma of Chroma.

 

“A poor choice of last words.” He said and then he was suddenly in front of the boy, Chroma clad hand lashing out.

 

Katsuki Bakugo vanished from existence in a burst of inky black.

 

How many more must I take, Aline?

 

Renoir discarded the thought as he shook the Chroma from his hand. He looked to the far horizon and rolled his shoulders.

 

It would not be long until they reached her, especially with the guidance of Verso.

 

Renoir took a breath and felt the weight of his burdens weigh down upon him. 

 

That confrontation was coming closer and closer.

 

The things I must do for my family.

 

Renoir vanished in a burst of Chroma.

 

I hope you are prepared, Izuku.

 

Next time, I will be unable to hold back.

Chapter 3: Bushin (Kingdom)

Notes:

I know I promised Ume Musume but, as it turns out, Gold Ship is a pain in the ass to write, lol.

He slipped away again.

 

The Zhao Army had him and his unit cornered, 60,000 against 500, and yet Izuku Midoriya beat the odds and pried open the Zhao formation like a rotten log.

 

He watched as the Qin unit escaped his snare but he did not feel the expected black rage boiling in his gut.

 

He merely grunted in slight admiration at the feat.

 

It was clear that their destined battle still lay in the future.

 

“Houken-sama!” A messenger approached the Commander-In-Chief and One of the Three Great Heavens of Zhao, and knelt. “The rearguard is under attack!”

 

Houken growled lowly, the sound making the messenger shake in his boots.

 

“What army?” He asked.

 

“Unknown but it seems to be a single assailant. The rear captains have managed to keep them at bay with arrows!!”

 

It’s not Midoriya or Qin. Was his immediate conclusion.

 

Qin was still recovering from the death of Ouki and Midoriya was not a high enough rank to order such a daring raid. 

 

Houken frowned in thought before shouldering his glaive and turning to where his horse was waiting. As he approached and mounted his steed, he idly wondered if one of his fellow Bunshin had gotten bored or perhaps some Qin soldier had lost his mind.

 

No matter.

 

Houken may have not gotten to cross glaives with Midoriya today but this intruder may prove a decent distraction. 

 

His army parted at his approach, knowing well to not get in his way when he caught the scent of prey. 

 

It did not take long for Houken to reach the rearguard and he was treated to an unusual sight. Explosions went off from a source he could not see but it sparked a memory.

 

“And I thought Bakugo’s explosions hurt!” The green haired whelp said, clutching his arm where Houken’s glaive had grazed the flesh but dislocated his shoulder.

 

It had been an odd phrase at the time and Houken had discarded it at the time, mostly due to the fact Midoriya had shoved his shoulder back into place and renewed their duel.

 

Houken felt his lips peel into a savage smile.

 

If this Bakugo was worthy to be mentioned by name then he must be strong.

 

Houken dismounted and strode past the archers, who quickly made way at his approach. As he got closer to the explosions he could make out faint cursing.

 

“Are you Bakugo!?” Houken roared and the dust and smoke were blown away from the sheer force of the Bushin’s voice. 

 

Yet.

 

As soon as Houken looked upon Katsuki Bakugo he felt his blood cool in disappointment.

 

It was clear in an instant that Bakugo was not made for war. Red eyes glared at the Bushin with a rage of a rabid mongrel.

 

The only thing Houken found interesting was the strange flickers of sparks in the animal’s palms.

 

“WHO’S FUCKING ASKING!!!” Bakugo roared, spittle flying from his mouth with the demand. He looked at the tall extra and immediately thought him a hobo pebble.

 

What kind of loser walked around in a ragged cloak and swinging a weapon around like a weeb?

 

“I’m Houken.” The Bushin introduced himself, expecting Bakugo to return the favour.

 

“LIKE I GIVE A FUCK!!! WHERE IS FUCKING DEKU SO I CAN TEACH THAT PEBBLE HIS PLACE!!!” The blonde screeched and Houken’s face twisted in disgust.

 

“I’m your foe.” Houken growled, not knowing who Deku was but was angery that this welp was dismissing him so casually.

 

“LIKE FUCK SOME HOBO WEEB CAN FIGHT ME!! I’M THE FUTURE NUMBER ONE AND MY QUIRK IS UNBEATAB-!!!” 

 

Bakugo’s screeching ended as Houken’s glaive punched through his chest and then ripped upwards, his head and torso peeling in two before the corpse crumpled to the dirt.

 

The Bushin huffed in frustration as he shouldered his weapon and turned on his heel, leaving the already forgotten corpse behind.

 

What a waste of time.

 

He had actual prey to hunt.

Chapter 4: One Horned Demon (Claymore)

Something disturbed her slumber.

 

Priscilla’s eyes drifted open slowly, despite the darkness she could see every detail of the bedroom perfectly.

 

She felt her mate’s arm tighten around her midriff and she hummed softly as he kissed the back of her neck, the action sending sparks shooting down her spine.

 

“What's wrong?” He asked groggily.

 

“Just a pest.” She replied gently. “I’ll handle it, go back to sleep.”

 

He groaned softly as she moved his arm off her so she could slide out of the bed. She shivered lightly at the lack of his warmth as she stood up, footsteps silent upon the plush carpet as she headed to the door and pulled off a cloak from the hook.

 

She glanced back to the bed to see her mate had gone back to sleep. Her lips twitched as she noticed the claw marks she left upon his broad back before she pulled the cloak around her naked frame and left the bedroom.

 

Her eyes flicked over the living room and found nothing out of place.

 

She reached out with her Youki .

 

There was nothing near their little cottage, apart from the usual critters. She searched further, towards the small town of Barring that lay a mile to the east.

 

Her brown eyes narrowed as she sensed the blip, minuscule and nearly invisible.

 

It was erratic and uncontrolled, barely a flicker to even a human’s presence let alone a lesser Youma. 

 

What made her curious was how similar it was to her mate’s aura.

 

It was nothing like the raging but welcoming fire she had come to adore.

 

She exited the house, closing the door behind her, and looked to the clear blue sky.

 

Priscilla then crouched lightly, the toned muscles of her legs bulging lightly, and launched herself towards Barring.

 

She always enjoyed traveling through the air, the cool air through her short brown hair, the way it caressed her skin and the feeling of weightlessness.

 

She felt free.

 

Priscilla pushed the feeling away.

 

Focus.

 

She arched the air as she descended upon Barring, a town of tightly packed buildings within a towering wall of stone. She noted a gathering within the town square, the voices rising to meet her.

 

As she drew closer she noted that a crowd had cornered someone by the fountain that was the centre piece of the square.

 

She landed with little fanfare, only a gentle tap of her bare feet upon the cobbles, behind the crowd.

 

“What is happening here?” She asked, making the townsfolk almost leap out of their skin as they turned to look at her in surprise.

 

“Lady Priscilla!” Several gasped in half reverance and half fear. A guard managed to push through the crowd and offered her a salute.

 

“Milady, a vagabond, has taken a child hostage.” He said, getting to the point instantly. “He was causing a ruckus but, when we confronted him, he grabbed a child playing in the street and we cornered him here. However, he is threatening to kill the child if we don’t find someone called Deku.”

 

“Deku?” She questioned, raising an eyebrow at the odd name.

 

The guard shrugged.

 

“The boy’s a lunatic, probably escaped a cell somewhere.”

 

“I will handle this.” Priscilla said. “Get ready to catch the child, I will handle the trash.”

 

“Understood.” The guard saluted.

 

Priscilla walked towards the fountain, the crowd parting for her.

 

Her first thought upon seeing the criminal was Gnat.

 

Weakness seemed to ooze off him like a stench 

 

His red eyes were bloodshot and wild, his spiky blonde hair an unkept mess and his black clothes were dirty and ripped in several places. Foam was bubbling from between clenched teeth.

 

The child he was holding was sobbing silently, his hand clenched around her slim throat so hard Priscilla could see the bruises beginning to form.

 

She stopped ten paces from them, the manic criminal’s eyes snapping to meet her gaze. 

 

“WHERE THE FUCK IS DEKU, CUNT!?” The criminal bellowed out, spraying spittle through the air. 

 

“There is no one called Deku in my territory.” Priscilla replied, the fingers of her right hand flexing slightly. “Let the girl go and you can leave.”

 

Her answer seemed to enrage the criminal even more, his eyes somehow bulging even wider. 

 

“I ASKED YOU A FUCKING QUESTION, BITCH!!” His voice got higher and veins began to bulge on his face. “YOU BETTER FIND THAT USELESS FUCKER SO I CAN KILL HIM FOR TAKING MY QUI-!”

 

Priscilla moved.

 

She crossed the distance in 0.03 seconds, pulling the child out of his grasp with her right hand, tossing her to the guard that was waiting, and delivering a, rather severely under strength, punch to the face with her left.

 

Priscilla felt the crunch of shattered bone and crack of broken teeth upon her knuckles as the criminal was launched through the fountain in an explosion of stone and spraying water.

 

She leapt over the fountain and landed on the other side as the criminal rolled to a stop, clutching his face as blood poured from between his fingers as he screamed.

 

“Kneel.” Priscilla commanded as she tossed aside her cloak and transformed.

 

She grew in height, her arms and legs lengthening as corded muscles bulged under her skin as it turned purple. Flesh-like wings burst from her back as her hair turned white.

 

Then the infamous horn emerged from her brow.

 

The criminal was still ignoring her and her eyes bled into gold as her transformation finished.

 

“I, Priscilla, Abyssal One of the East, command you to Kneel!” She demanded, her youki bursting forth like a tidal wave of despair. She made sure to focus it upon the criminal that dared to break the peace she had forged.

 

The criminal lowered his hands from his face, his nose a gory ruin of flesh and bone while several teeth fragments fell from his sneer. 

 

He shuffled to his knees and even had the audacity to get to his feet, making her anger spike.

 

It seemed he was too stupid to realise he was dead.

 

“Fucking mutant!” He gargled. “I’ll show you what happens when you get in the way of Katsuki Bakugo!” He declared, actually getting ready to fight. “This is my story and no fucking mutants going to get in the way! FUCKIIINGGGG DIIII-!”

 

Priscilla had enough of his screeching.

 

A finger punched through his chest, making him look down in surprise at the pain. Then she hooked her finger around a rib, then pulled.

 

His rib cage tore free in a wet ripping of flesh and spray of blood, his intestines slapped to the cobbles and his lungs and heart sagged downwards to occupy the empty void. 

 

Katsuki Bakugo’s world became a weird mix of empty numbness and mind searing agony. He was still conscious when Priscilla flipped his ribs in her hand and then, with a blank stare of disgust, shoved them through his mouth.

 

Katsuki let out a pathetic gargle of agony before he finally died two seconds later, the upper half his head sliding free to slap onto the pile of his innards.

 

Priscilla flicked her hand clean of gore as the guard from before approached, her cloak in his arms.

 

“Is the child okay?” She asked.

 

“She’s fine, Milady. A little shaken but her family has taken her to a doctor to get her checked out.” The guard replied, glancing at the remains of the criminal. “Shall I have the innards prepared?”

 

Priscilla shook her head as she returned to her human form as he handed her cloak over. 

 

“No.” She answered as she pulled her cloak on. The idea of eating this scum innards made her stomach churn. “Burn it and toss the ashes to the wild. I shall be returning home.”

 

“Understood. Have a pleasant trip.” The guard offered and Priscilla gave him a nod before leaping away.

 

Xxx

 

Izuku Midoriya sighed as he felt Priscilla slide back into bed and cuddle into his embrace.

 

“Anything important?” He asked as she planted kisses across his chest.

 

“No. Just an annoyance.” She replied as she kissed upwards, smooching the bite marks she left behind from last night. His hand idly traced down her spine.

 

That means she’s killed someone. He thought as she straddled him, her intentions clear as her lips met his.

 

It had taken him some time to get used to the brutality of this world but he was no longer the idealistic child he once was.

 

He gasped as they were joined together once more and her hips began to rock slowly.

 

If someone told me I would get Isekaied into a world of demons, get chased by one for a week, drop an entire avalanche on her and then end up being lovers with her that same day, I would have laughed in their face.

 

She sat up and his hands locked onto her hips as their gazes met.

 

I wouldn’t change that for the world.

Chapter 5: Wolf King (Toriko)

The Wolf King sensed the interloper as soon as he popped into existence within the lands that humanity called Area 2.

 

Guinness’s ears twitched as he stirred from his rest, lumbering to his feet.

 

His pack perked up as he grumbled, the sound causing the air to quake.

 

The young ones were especially eager, making Guinness grumble in amusement.

 

He barely remembered the eagerness of youth.

 

With a huff he had them stand down.

 

This would not take long.

 

With a flex of his paws, the Wolf King took a step.

 

In half a blink he travelled six thousand kilometres.

 

In that half a blink, the other Kings took notice.

 

He caught the scent of curious bursts of pheromones from his seven rivals/comrades.

 

Guinness almost rolled his eyes when Bambina flew past him, The Monkey King giving him a cheeky grin and a wink when he realised the Wolf King’s destination and promptly went back to his territory.

 

Guinness arrived at his destination with no fanfare.

 

To a normal human it would have seemed he just popped into existence.

 

The interloper did not notice him, far too busy throwing explosions around and cursing everything in sight.

 

The human roused Guinness’s curiosity.

 

Why was such a weak human sent to his territory?

 

Why was he so angry?

 

How did he throw an explosion from his-?!

 

The scent caught Guinness off guard.

 

He recognised the old metallic scent of blood and the crisp tang of burnt flesh emitting from the human. Not the boy’s own.

 

The scent belonged to a human Guinness once met. The first human, barring his adopted son, who entered his territory with no intention of fighting or trying to eat the Battle Wolves.

 

A human who, instead of accepting his eldest son’s challenge, had merely bowed and apologised for the intrusion.

 

Guinness had been rather impressed with the boy’s manners that he allowed the boy an audience. 

 

The Wolf King remembered those days fondly, even going as far as to have one of his daughters escort him back to the Human World, where his mates were more than likely waiting for him. Not before he sparred with the boy of course, teaching him the basics of Knocking and getting a promise to return for a proper bout.

 

He was still impressed that the boy figured out the first steps to Sniffing but understood he was nowhere ready to try it.

 

Izuku Midoriya was family and Guinness knew that the next time they met they would have a battle that would go down in legend. 

 

He had no idea of the panic he caused the Human World when they learned he was actually training.

 

The flecks of blood and charred skin were old, years possibly a decade old, and so small that human technology would not see it.

 

Guinness smelled it as clear as day.

 

His low rumble of rage caught the interloper’s attention.

 

Katsuki Bakugo whirled around and looked up at the creature before him.

 

“THE FUCK YOU GROWLING AT MUTT!!??” He snarled not even registering the sheer size of the Wolf King nor the near human sneer across its muzzle. Dark eyes, only lit up by a glowing white pupil, looked down at him.

 

It pissed Bakugo off even more.

 

First that shitty Deku refused his apology and then had the audacity to steal all the spotlight by defeating All for One.

 

That was the job for the actual Hero of the story, not a useless pebble like Deku!

 

It got even worse when the useless loser began to receive all the praise for the League’s defeat, offers for team ups and even a special reward from the Emperor. Then the little fuck had to announce his engagement to Mirko, Ponytail and the Quirkless Slut from I-island.

 

The little fucker was all smiles.

 

So he decided to remind the little fucker his place and remind him that he was the Number One.

 

It should have been easy enough to have made Quirkless Slut his bitch, he even had the camera ready so he could show Deku what a real hero looks like. He caught the bitch alone in the Support Department.

 

He didn’t expect the bitch to have a spine and actually fight back, causing enough ruckus for Deku and his other two sluts to arrive. The fucking mutant kicked him into something and the next thing he knew he was in the shitty countryside and this fucking mongrel looking down on him.

 

Him! Katsuki Bakugo, The Fucking Number One! The Strongest Hero in the Fucking World!

 

“FUCKING LOOKING DOWN ON ME, MUTT?! I’M THE FUCKING NUMBER O-!!”

 

Guinness sniffed.

 

Bakugo felt something tear free as weakness and nausea overwhelmed him, his skin and muscle suddenly shrivelling down to the bone.

 

He collapsed a skeletal and shrivelled thing, his breath becoming a long, drawn wheeze as his suddenly brittle bones snapped as he hit the ground.

 

What happened? Was his last thought as he found the Wolf King looming over him, the dark eyes and sinister leer seeping into his mind.

 

Then a hand-like paw slammed down upon him and he knew no more.

 

Guinness held back a lot of his strength, the blow nothing more than a love tap. 

 

It was still strong enough to create a thirty kilometre wide and deep crater.

 

The Wolf King huffed as he lifted his paw to see the flattened remains of the interloper. He then cocked his leg and pissed on the remains, dissolving it into nothing.

 

Just so the lowest creatures didn’t get food poisoning.

 

Guinness considered the matter dealt with and left, leaving Katsuki Bakugo the legacy he deserved.

 

Nothing and forgotten.