Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia: Primal Roar: Chapter 02

Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia: Primal Roar: Chapter 02

Oct 28, 2021, 5:53:43 PM Creative

“Come on you guys! Stop being so lazy and get up here already!” Katsuki commanded the children from his clan, watching two of the boys pant as they grasped onto the grassy hill, trying to catch up with their energetic prince.

“Don’t move so fast!” the older boy complained, nearly toppling back down the hill to where some of the older children were sitting, eagerly discussing how they couldn’t wait to become grownups so that they could help the adults in their village. Katsuki scoffed at them, finding them to be about as interesting as worker bees.

Finding himself bored of waiting on his friends, Katsuki started down the opposite of the other hill. Because of his status, his parents often made a big deal of it about keeping him close to the village until he was older, but being the rambunctious scamp he was, Katsuki often found himself disobeying his parents’ orders and travelling over the village borders.

There wasn’t much out there, save for woodlands and wildlife. He had often heard stories of other clans and even kingdoms residing on the other side of the forest, but even he had his limitations with going out that far without at least one adult staying close by enough to help him climb over any fallen trees or cross the raging rivers. He had heard that his father planned for a bridge to be built over one of the rivers to open up new possibilities for their clan to trade.

He didn’t personally care about the trade route but had been curious enough to listen to its location. That was the whole goal behind the excursion today. His and his friends’ fathers were to go to the location to see if it would be suitable to build the bridge there, and how well they would be able to guard it should things take a turn for the worse.

As usual the children were ordered to stay home and play, but being the future prince and all, Katsuki had definite other plans. He was going to take on the role of a leader and lead his small group to the bridge, where they would be the ones to determine its worthiness. One of the older children had stopped them along the way to ask where they were heading, only to walk away in laughter once they had their information. It had originally been meant to be a deterrent, but instead had fuelled Katsuki’s determination.

Walking quickly turned to running down the hill, nearly causing the young prince to trip over his feet and tumble to the bottom, but with the last few steps, he jumped and landed safely on both feet, even though he had to spread and roll his arms about to help his second foot join the first on firm ground. His friends followed him down in a similar fashion, keeping their prince from showing any embarrassment over his possible mistake.

Puffing his chest out proudly, Katsuki grabbed a nearby stick, half his height in terms of length and held it up towards the sky like a magnificent sword made for the only purpose of cutting down any that stood in his way.

“Let’s go!”

A glimpse behind him informed him that the other two boys were giving each other confused looks, but they knew better to question Katsuki’s decisions, s they got up, dusted themselves off and marched on behind him, filling him with a sense of pride over their loyalty in following his decision.

The only other outcome was both of them gaining a fist to the back of the head. If he didn’t that, he’d risk a scolding from his mother, but she’d eventually get over it and apologise to the other boys on his behalf, after nearly breaking his neck by pushing his head so far down that it would feel like it was going to snap if held for another second longer, not that he was going to admit to them the real reason why he was holding himself back on acting on his instincts. How would he look in front of his friends if he admitted to being scared of his mother’s temper?

Standing before the entrance to the woods, Katsuki felt a little uneasy. He had often heard tales of the creatures that dwelled within the woods. Things like fairies, bandits, were creatures, and even dragons! At least, that’s what the elders used to tell him around the campfire.

One of the older children had once told him it was nothing but bedtime stories the elders used as a way to keep them from wandering away from the village. The kid’s father’s missing arm proved otherwise a week later. He had never heard the full story of how the hunter had lost his arm, but one of his companions had claimed that it was because of something unnatural roaming around within their sacred grounds.

The barbarian clan knew that they weren’t the only ones within the area, hence the potential trading route, but they were all taught from an early age to respect the forest and whatever it hid within its safety. Before they were allowed to enter its dark embrace, they had to promise not to take more than they needed and to return the forest’s favour by thanking it for whatever it was that they took.

With a deep breath, Katsuki bowed his head in thanks to the large tree that marked the beginning of the road with an orange ribbon tied around its bark. He had heard from his father that once the route was open, there would be other trees marked in a similar manner to keep those who entered from getting lost along the way.

Looking ahead, he didn’t see any of those ribbons yet, but the footprints of his and the other men his father had taken with him, still remained on the ground, as clear as day, or for as long as the sun stayed up in the sky. A glance upwards revealed the sun to still be up high, giving them a couple of hours of sunlight, long enough for him and his friends to catch up with the bridge building party.

Relying on what some of the older children had told him about tracking hunt through the forest, Katsuki led their group through the narrowed pathway into the forest. At first it was relatively quiet, so quiet in fact that Katsuki began to doubt all the stories the elders told, until the forest announced the life it held within.

It started with the chirp of some birds, but as they went in even deeper, other sounds such as the hissing of snakes, the howls of wolves, and even the cry of some injured animal off in the distance was enough to make the boys’ knees tremble.

“Katsuki, l-let’s go back. I’m scared,” one of his friends whimpered, clinging to the back of the one before him. Katsuki knew he could claim that they returned for the sake of his friend’s sanity, and not be called a coward for choosing to do so, but he would know. He would know that he chose to turn back because he himself was too afraid to take a step further.

Staring at the dark depths before him, Katsuki felt his knees shiver. He tried willing them to stay still and would have done so if the friend that had been complaining the whole time didn’t grab onto his hide cape, nearly choking him by pulling it back as hard as he did. If it weren’t for their other friend interfering, Katsuki was almost certain that he would have been claimed by the forest’s soil then and there.

Trying to inhale the air he had lost, Katsuki held his throat, rubbing at the sudden soreness residing against his skin. A glare back to his friend gave him a silent warning that if he ever tried the same trick again, he’d end up with a Katsuki special knuckle sandwich in return.

“Katsuki, I w-wanna go home! I want my mommy!” his friend tried again, safely standing a couple of feet away from Katsuki this time. Frankly, his expression alone was enough to annoy Katsuki into turning his back towards the other two and continue his march.

“Then go home! I’ll find the bridge by myself!”

The boys must have debated their chances of getting out of the forest by themselves against how they would be scolded for leaving their prince to wander off on his own. He didn’t mind the thought of travelling on his own, but for once was thankful that his mother didn’t approve of the thought of him wandering about without an escort of some sort. The patter of their feet rushing up behind him confirmed as much.


“This should work just fine. Let’s mark the area and return bright and early tomorrow morning to get started,” King Masaru Bakugo said, flashing a prideful smile to the men that were with him. When he had gone into the forest, he had taken three men with him, one to gather food for them along the way, one to figure out what and how much supplies they would need for the bridge, and another to discuss the plans for how their clan might benefit from forming alliances with any clans that might live nearby.

Neither he nor those from his family have ever crossed the wide river that divided the forest in half, but after long, delicate talks with his wife, the two of them had decided that it could only prove advantageous to open up their borders to those on the other side. Not only would it be good for the village, but it would also prove to be an empowering experience for their son.

Once they gathered up everything they needed, the four men turned to head back to the village, each of them mentioning what they were looking forward to the most when they returned home. The one in charge of handling trade was due to become a father soon, if all went well, so he had requested to be excused from the physical labour the bridge would require. Masaru had happily granted him leave from the project for it, remembering all too well how excited he had been when it was near the time for Katsuki to be born a couple of years ago.

Saying that the young boy was a handful felt much like an understatement, but there wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t give thanks for his son’s existence. He only hoped that his friend gained a much calmer child than he. He was almost certain that the whole village wished the same. One overly confident rowdy boy running around the village was enough for him.

They were just about to head back to the village when shrill screams echoed from ahead. Without thought, the three men surrounded the king, each holding their weapon of choice ready to protect the king, even if it would cost them their lives. Masaru appreciated the sentiment, but when the screams came again.

“Wait,” Masaru commanded, holding his hand up for emphasis as he tried listening to the screams more closely. From the sounds of it, there were at least three voices, all three versed in their language. One of them in particular sounded all too familiar.

“I want to go home!”

“Then go! I’m not leaving until I find it!”

“But Katsuki-!”

“I said no!”

“Lower your weapons men. There’s no threat,” Masaru reassured them, keeping the rest of his sentence to himself, ‘at least not to you three.’

Almost as if on cue, the three boys burst through a bush, covered from head to toe in twig scratches and a couple of bumps and bruises, or minor battle wounds as his wife would put it to try and comfort Katsuki after he had gotten a thorn stuck in his hand once when he was two years old.

“Katsuki, what are you boys doing out here?” Masaru asked, going down on his knee to be closer to the boy’s height. If there was one thing Katsuki hated, it was being looked down on in any form or manner. He had even gone so far once to demand that an elder bow before him because he hated how short he was compared to the elder. Trying to explain that he would grow into his height hadn’t help calm the situation either.

“We… we came to build the bridge!” Katsuki declared, shoving a stick up into the air, his small chest rising and falling from the excursion. The travel so deep into the forest was quite a trek for such small legs, but as usual, it seemed like his son’s determination was all he had needed to convince himself into attempting the journey.

Masaru couldn’t help but smile with pride at how far his son’s determination had gotten him. The two boys behind him looked like they had used up every ounce of energy their bodies possessed from trying to keep up with their wilful prince. Luckily for them, their fathers had been with Masaru, both of them letting their sons collapse into their arms after offering them freshly caught river water from their waterskins.

He offered Katsuki his, but instead of accepting, the boy pushed past his father and made his way up to the riverbank where the water was shallow enough for him to enter safely and began filling the waterskin he had strapped around his waist. It seemed the boy had made sure to prepare for his journey. He couldn’t say the same about the young prince’s friends though.

When he finished taking such large gulps that Masaru was worried he might choke himself, Katsuki surveyed the surrounding area with his hands resting on his hips like a true little king. “When do we begin?”

“Only a week from now,” Masaru informed his son as he got to his feet, watching the shocked small face turn to him.

“What?” Katsuki asked, almost as if horrified. It didn’t take long to put two and two together enough to understand that Katsuki had been under the impression that the bridge was already meant to be in progress.

“Well, first off we need to make plans and get all the supplies. We can’t simply start chopping down trees and using them to build.”

“But… but why?”

The way the boy’s face fell in disappointment, Masaru felt his sympathy grow for his son, resting a hand on his small back. Most would have tried to explain it in a different manner in the hopes that their son would understand the meaning better, but Masaru knew his boy was smarter than that. It was simply confusion clouding his understanding for the moment.

“Come, let’s head home. I’ll explain it on the way, alright?” Masaru offered, waiting for a confirming nod from Katsuki before he turned to head back out onto the trail. A light tug on his pants drew his attention back down to his son, shifting on his feet as if ashamed to ask something his friends had already accepted without protest.

Masaru followed Katsuki’s eyes to where his friends laid passed out in pure exhaustion in their fathers’ arms. If there was another thing Katsuki hated, it was seeming weak, but considering how long the trail to the river was, as well as a possible detour here and there to drag the boys off course, it was fair to assume that Katsuki’s feet wouldn’t be able to carry him for much longer.

Smiling to himself, Masaru kneeled once more, his back to Katsuki, “how about I give you a ride back? Then you get to see the view is from up in the trees?”

The grin on his son’s face was enough for Masaru’s smile to grow as Katsuki hooked his legs in between his father’s arms and torso, grabbing not his cape to help steady himself as the world became a little higher for the boy.

“Onwards to the village!” Katsuki proclaimed, jabbing his stick forward as if to lead them on some magnificent quest. Smiles were exchanged by the four adults, and with vocal salutes, they headed back in the direction the boys came from earlier.


“Poor boy. He’s simply exhausted,” Mitsuki sighed, a hand resting on her chest as she watched her husband put their son to bed. Katsuki had never given them problems like most children around bedtime, mostly because he preferred going to bed early under the guise that he needed plenty of rest if he was to be the village leader one day.

“He had a long journey,” Masaru agreed, pulling the hide skins up to Katsuki’s shoulders, tucking him in and watching that charming, sleepy smile spread across his lips, revealing a gap where one of his teeth had gotten lost at some point in his adventure. Mitsuki only giggled at the sight, knowing that it was the only moment she would have to laugh at the comedy behind it.

“So I see. He wanted to help with the bridge, didn’t he?”

“That he did.”

“Then you best take him with when you start construction. It’ll be good for him.”

“You think so?” Masaru asked, surprised that Mitsuki was willing to let Katsuki so far from the village. She nodded, that same smile as Katsuki on her lips, except she still had all her teeth.

“I do. As the future king, he’ll need to lead at some point, which he already tries to do, so the next step means that he’ll need to learn to build bridges, perhaps even physical ones.”

Looking down at the boy, Masaru found himself agreeing with his wife’s reasoning. Being king was never easy, but if things proceeded well with the bridge, then maybe their village would benefit more from it than they thought, and if their future king already understood the requirements for building metaphorical bridges, then the village could only prosper from it in the future.

Published by Fang Wolfsbane

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