Wind sounds over a black screen. We fade in on a shot between the back of man’s feet on the edge of a cliff, his pants thrashing violently in the wind. You can hear the waves of the sea crashing against the cliff side.
“You were wronged, Young Midoriya.” An old man voices over the shot.
The scene fades to black. The sounds continues. A subtle heart beat begins to pulse.
“Nobody deserves this fate.” The old man speaks again.
Fade back in, beginning to slowly pan up behind the man. His clothes are different, tattered and torn apart. There are small cuts on his legs, and you can start to see the plethora of bleeding cuts on his back before it disappears as he puts on a long coat. The camera begins to circle around to the front. The old man continues to speak.
“So, you’ve sworn your vengeance on Tenko Shimura,”
The scene flashes to the man in the same position. The background becomes that of a ship in the night. You can see a side profile up to his neck. His hair is dark and pulled into a low ponytail, and his neck is dry and he gives it a scratch. His gloves are missing the pinky. Then we flash back to the man on the cliff side. The heart beat sound grows more intense.
The scene flashes again, the angle having moved in front of the man, just below his nose. The background changes to a room lit on the left by a blue flame. A sinister smile spread across his face. His hair is red, with white flecks. It flashes back to the man at the sea, whose outfit is suddenly dressed up. The heart beat begins to drown out the wind and ocean.
The camera has now reached the full face of the man. His face is dark and cold, his hair is a messy collection of green. When he looks up, the scene flashes to yet another moment, presenting an angry looking blonde with spiky hair and red eyes. His face is filled with hatred. The background changes to the interior of a nice estate. It is dark. When the scene flashes back to the man by the cliff side, he has dawned a similar expression. A castle like structure can be seen in the background. The heartbeat reaches its peak, and no other sounds can be heard.
The screen goes black. All sounds stop. A new voice can be heard. “They will feel my wrath.”
Music picks up as we transition to a collection of parties. There is one outdoors, on the grounds of a manor, glittering in jewel tones and gold. Fireworks transition us to the masquerade parade in Rome filled with bright colors of smoke. A young boy with curly brown hair sits in the crowd with his friends, wearing an intricate mask. The position is copied as we focus on the same green haired man at a party on a ship, with the crew clapping their hands and stomping their feet as they dance around in a Dosido manner. His previous partner of blonde transitions into a woman with brown hair and pink cheeks who stares intensely at the man as the style of dance turns slow. This party is indoors of a manor filled with flowers and pastel tones, and a majestic double spiral stairway.
“Who is he?” A woman’s voice asks.
“A hero.” A young girl says. We move to a shot of a fencing battle with a man in a mask. We get a shot of a young girl with long silvery-blue hair, and a small horn on her forehead, crying, holding her knees, lit by the crack from a door, and covered in bruises. A scarred hand is reached out toward her.
“A friend.” A man says, with a cool tone. A shot to a beach where a wall of ice is stretched out as the green haired man dodges to the side. A shot from behind three men as they stare out at a cool evening sky over the sea, leaning against a boat. One the green haired man, and the other featuring a man with red and white hair and the last a man with blue hair. Then we move to another shot of hands clasping together.
“A lover.” A woman’s voice says. We fade to another shot of hands, as one ties a string of twine around the other. A soft piano music cue plays in the back.
“An enemy.” An explosion of blue and red flames over a city scape. A six-barrel gun placed on a table. We see a man with ashy black hair, and burns. A man with silvery-blue hair, with his hand covering his face. The back of a man with blonde hair leaving the crowds of a party behind.
“A ghost.” A king’s chess piece is featured.
“He is…” A shot within the catacombs, as the green haired man fights off multiple masked men.
“He is-“ A shot in the dark with two people silhouetted in a kiss. The rest of the room is filled with crates covered in sheets.
“He is-“ a blue haired man bows and steps back as he introduces another. The screen turns black, as the title page appears in gold letters.
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