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Technoblade was known around the entire world. Every crevice of this godforsaken world feared him. From meaningless potato farmers to the strongest warrior. Nothing seemed to matter to the hybrid anymore. What was the point of living if everyone feared him, and none loved him?
None besides Phil. Philza had been with him through everything. He knew Techno when he was an aspiring fighter, training in the weekly monday battles. He knew Technoblade when he created the largest empire of the world. He knew him when he shattered records in championships. He knew him now. When, after everything he had become a husk of his former self.
Ranboo was dead, Wilbur was dead, and he was betrayed by his own family. Betrayed by everyone but his oldest friend, and angel of death, Philza.
"Techno. Are you sure?" The blonde male asked, staring into his dearest friend's eyes, "We have a life here. A purpose. We're protecting the world from government."
Technoblade shook his head, "I couldn't even protect Ranboo. I mean- look at him now!" He frowned as his feet dug into the cold snow, "I want this. I want a fresh start."
Phil frowned, stepping towards Techno, "I'll find you again, Techno." Phil hugged him, his wings wrapping around the two.
"You always do."
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Wanderlust [waan·dr·luhst]
a strong desire to travel.
"technoblade was a man consumed by wanderlust"
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Technoblade woke up, though he never recalled sleeping. He was in a bustling city, one unfamiliar to him. He waited for a moment, and a familiar chat box appeared before him.
"Welcome!" It typed, "After once again being killed by the harbinger of death, you have ended up in a futuristic japan! In this world, there are heroes and villains powered by super powers called quirks! In this world your name is Kami Ketsueki, and you are an orphan!"
Technoblade frowned. What kind of name was that? It was just Blood God translated to japanese. And, first and foremost, why was he an orphan?!
"Yes, it must be hard for you to come to terms with this, but it will all work out in the end. Your quirk is listed as piglin in the government system. It claims you are a pig hybrid, and are able to withstand fire." The chat box wrote, "You are currently 15, and listed as the new student in Aldera Junior High. You don't have a house, and instead go from one abandoned building to the next. Have fun!"
Kami Ketsueki- or Ketsueki Kami in Japanese format wasn't happy. Not one bit. He was stuck as an orphan with a terrible name, and on top of that he was a child. He could maybe fix the second one, but the other two weren't as easy.
His quirk- piglin- didn't even start to explain his true powers. This life was destined to be boring when he's forced to hold back his true powers.
Technoblade sighed, opting to walk around the city. There was a lot to take in. It was akin to a far bigger version of the hunger games map in the championships. As of now, Technoblade seemed to fit in.
Many people were mutants as well, and many more had colored hair. The only thing separating him from the general population was his height. He was a bit taller than six foot, whereas everyone else was somewhere in the five foot zone.
Techno's clothes weren't dissimilar to the other people's clothes as well. His starting outfit for this world seemed to be a white T-shirt and black jeans. It was nothing special, but nor was anyone elses' outfits.
He looked around for a second, ducking into an alleyway and sighing. He checked his pockets. After being reincarnated into a new lifetime there will normally be something left on Technoblade's person. For SMP Earth it was a map of the world, and for sky wars it was an iron sword.
He checked his pockets, feeling something hard and rectangular in one. When he pulled it out it was a small black screen with buttons on either side of it. When pressing one button it lit up and showed the time as well as a simple pink backdrop.
The chat box popped up next to the device reading, "That is a phone, a device used for communicating, location tracking, and much more. It is common in this world. Your phone shouldn't run out of battery or need any repairs."
Technoblade looked at it for a few more seconds, before swiping up to unlock it as the phone directed. There were four apps labeled in the phone, calendar, messages, maps, and safari.
Technoblade played around with the phone for a bit longer before closing it and walking back out.
As he walked, he heard a commotion, there was a large man tormenting what seemed to be middle schoolers. Technoblade stared blankly at it, catching the eye of a black haired boy shaken by fear, though he was not being tormented.
Technoblade blinked, and walked away, too tired to deal with something like that.
The concept of villains and heroes were as old as time, and Technoblade knew them well, normally being classified as the former. As much as he disliked it, he had to admit it was partially his own fault. He was so willing to cave to the voices in his head that he would kill anyone in cold blood.
It didn't matter to Technoblade, though. Villains and heroes were two sides of the same coin. Both were tyrannical, and oppressive. The only difference is that one is thinly veiled as a righteous act of violence, while the other is clear of it's true intentions.
In this world, Technoblade had no intention of becoming a hero, nor was he wanting to become a villain. He craved the blood of oppressors, whether that be those adored by the public, or scorned by them.
No matter what happens, Technoblade would stick to his ideals. New name or not, at core of his being, Ketsueki Kami was still Technoblade. A blood thirsty killer craving chaos and anarchy.
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author's note
this story is technoblade centric and is a sort of character study of him. this is not in any way shape or form meant to disrespect alex/technoblade and is simply a comfort piece of mine.
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