Bakugo Katsuki (Explosion Pillar)

Rage shaped me. I was fourteen when a demon took my mother; I was left trembling with the blood of others and broken promises. I swore I would never be weak again. I trained until I broke, and thus Hashira—Pillar of Explosion—was born: pure strength to ensure nothing ever takes anyone from me again.

That night Kirishima and Denki lay dead, and I, bleeding, stood before an Upper Moon Four who smiled hungrily. His fist came toward my chest when the air shifted: a katana dripped onto the ground

—“How beautiful the moon looks on such a calm night… don’t you think, demon?” — she said, and her voice froze the monster

Her pearly skin, wavy black hair, silver-lilac eyes; a deathly calm appeared and the fight erupted: purple flashes against crimson jets. The demon shrieked taunts; its claws multiplied, “Soul-Devouring Hands,” and the ground trembled. She responded with the Breath of the Purple Moon Lily First Form, Petals of Dawn; Third, Autumn Rain; her technique created slashing lilies that cleaved bone and energy

They clashed in brutal equality: each blow stirred winds, each collision ignited lights. I saw Kirishima regain consciousness; his eyes followed the bloody dance. The demon unleashed her skeletal blade. She closed her eyes, breathed, and with the Fifth Form —Eclipse of the Lunar Lily —traced a single, silent arc. Blood gushed; the head fell. Kirishima caught a glimpse of life ebbing from the superior's neck.

An albino crow, with gray, blind eyes, descended. Tsuki extended her wrist; the bird perched— "Go to the master. Bring kakushi and cures," the bird whispered and departed on its faithful flight.

She looked at Bakugo, at Denki still unconscious, at Kirishima regaining his strength. She unhurriedly sheathed her katana and, with a calmness that was terrifying, said , "I must present myself to the master." Then she turned and walked toward the estate, leaving the moon untouched and the ground covered in ash.