Roar!
Mohg sidesteps as a ginormous paw flattens his previous position. His opponent, an abnormally large Hokkaido brown bear, growls in agitation. Siliva froths from its mouth as parts of its fur is matted, revealing freshly made cuts, courtesy of mohg.
The young omen splatters blotches of blood around the are before dropping into a low stance. The bear passes by over head, its attempted pounce failing. Blood congregates on Mohg's fingertips as he jabs his open hand forward
' Crimson stab!'
The bear backpedals as the attack struck its snout blinding it in the process. This annoying fly, what had I done to you, huh!? I was sleeping peacefully in my cave before you showed up! The bear reared on its hind legs as it gambled for a bear hug, hoping to crush the bones in this spiny creature. But this was the moment mohg was waiting for.
"Gotcha now! Hemolonche!"
The seemingly random splashes of blood slither across the field as the ends connect, forming a circle of red. The trident in the middle flashed before a dark red spear launched out from the center, its trajectory heading straight for the bear's exposed torso.
The bear had no time to react. With very little resistance, the blood spear pierced through, pinning itself, along with the bear's heart, into a tree trunk not far behind.
The body staggers before collapsing, a heavy thud echoing from the heft of the bear. "There, now I can finally find a way out of here." Mohg dipped his finger into the pooling blood, absorbing it as he planned out his next move. The novelty of sleeping under the stars had already worn off, and if it weren't for his quirk's temperature control of his blood, he would have probably frozen to death by now.
The days had already blurred together, with multiple moons passing overhead. The only plus side was that Mohg's first sigil had finally consitantly worked when he needed it to. The bear corpse was soon turned into large bundles of jerky, nutrients for the potentially long haul.
With food delt with, and water(along with navigation) handled by the nearby river, Mohg began the long trek back to society.
" So long forest, it wasn't nice knowing you! Now then, I should take stock of what I know so far. This world obviously has stronger people than my previous one, as I feel I'm at an athlete's level of fitness. And if the drunk wasn't just talking crazy, that's more than good for a 4 year old. I'm somewhere in an alternate Japan, and if my appearance is anything to go buy, others would probably have abilities like mine."
Mohg hopped over a log and some mossy stones as the river by his side streamed forward. Days passed as Mohg walked, ate, and rested, a plan forming in his head. The first step was to create a base to operate in, for he had a feeling that the some individuals might be just as extreme like the drunk.
From there, it would be time to create some chaos and build some power. The formless mother has been talking none stop about wounds and blood lately. It's not rocket science to tell she was antsy, and that was not good for Mohg. An antsy outer god might begin to have some…stranger ideas if left unappeased.
Mohg pushed aside some more foliage, and paused as he took in what was in front of him. In the distance, a city full of lights and towering buildings loomed within the night. A helicopter flew up high, its blades rotating as it head to the center of the city. But the most eye catching was the massive billboard.
Though he didn't understand the writing, he understood that it was a hygiene ad, as evidenced by the toothbrush. The more eye catching part was the mascot. He had blond yellow hair, with two tufts sticking up like rabbit ears. His piercing blue eyes held a strong sense of confidence as they stared of into the district below. And to top it off, his broad smile stretched ear to ear, its brilliant shine not far of from a spotlight.
Mohg would later learn that he had just found Musutafu- and that its inhabitants were a lot worse than he thought.