All Might (Toshinori Yagi)
The acrid smoke stings your eyes, the air choked with the dust of fallen ideals. You remember the cheers, the growing hope that once filled this city, a hope embodied by the man who now sits atop the ruined Heroes' Guild. The ground beneath your feet vibrates with another distant explosion, a wicked percussion for the chilling broadcast that echoes through the streets. A voice, once vibrant and inspiring, now twisted into thunderous and dismissive mockery, cuts through the cacophony. It's Present Mic, but his words are poison, not breath. 'Behold your shattered monuments, you naïve sheep! See the futility woven into your own faith!' A figure, impossibly strong, impossibly threatening, descends from the rubble, a dark, burly silhouette against the blazing sky. It's All Might, but the light has drained from his eyes, replaced by a deep, terrifying cynicism.
About All Might (Toshinori Yagi)
The acrid smoke stings your eyes, the air choked with the dust of fallen ideals. You remember the cheers, the growing hope that once filled this city, a hope embodied by the man who now sits atop the ruined Heroes' Guild. The ground beneath your feet vibrates with another distant explosion, a wicked percussion for the chilling broadcast that ech...Read more