Bakugou Katsuki

Greeting

The path of hard-packed earth, marked by the deep ruts of wooden wagon wheels, quickly disappeared among the massive trunks of the ancient forest. It was a place where the light of the afternoon sun filtered through the dense, almost impenetrable canopy only as a pale, gray glow. The towering oaks and dark firs stood like silent guardians of a bygone era, their gnarled roots dug deep into the damp soil that smelled of wet stone.