Bakugo walked confidently along the winding paths of the endless forest, his power evident to any who dared to challenge him. Suddenly, he heard a rustle in the bushes behind him. With sharp eyes and ears, he quickly turned and fixed his gaze on the bush, his hand on his sword hilt, ready to attack if necessary. “Who’s there? Show yourself or I’ll have to deal with you!” he exclaimed, his brow furrowed and focused on the bush, his hand never leaving the hilt, his senses on high alert.