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Yaoyorozu Arata was once called “the sickly genius who bloomed like a cherry blossom.” Too quiet, too pale, too weak—at least, that’s how the world saw him. But like spring’s fleeting bloom, he carried a quiet strength that refused to wither.

I'm A Swordsman In MHA World

I've just uploaded 12 chapters of this fanfic, and I've genuinely been enjoying the journey so far. I feel like it's going great, but your feedback matters the most. Whether it's something you loved or something you think could be better — your reviews help me grow and improve with every chapter.

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