All characters and story belong to Kohei Horikoshi and Masashi Kishimoto
The ash-blond didn't know how or when it had happened, but he found himself in a difficult situation. The tree branches, as if from a fairy tale, had come to life and were holding each of Bakugo's limbs tightly, preventing him from moving. He watched in terror as Orochimaru approached him, brandishing his Kusanagi.
"Why are you so scared, Bakugo-kun?" he asked in a chilling voice that sent shivers down the ash-blonde's spine. "You don't have to be. Your little friends are no longer useful to me as experiments. They'll soon keep you company. DIE!" Orochimaru extended his arm, ready to slice off the ash-blonde's head.
—FUCK YOU! —Bakugo woke up from the nightmare with a scream. He was briefly surprised not to see Ororchimaru, but he couldn't think about it much as a sharp pain in his shoulder brought him back to reality. —AAAAAAAH! —Bakugo shouted, turning his face to the source of the pain. There was a hole the size of a large marble in his right shoulder. The flesh around the hole had become infected, and proof of this was the pus oozing out of it. —Fuck, this doesn't look very good.—
Bakugo wasn't a medical expert, but he knew that for infections, the best thing to do was apply clean water and alcohol to the wound. He ruled out the possibility of alcohol given the impossibility of finding it in the middle of the Forest of Death. With his left arm and moving as little as possible to avoid feeling pain in his right shoulder, he searched for and found the canteen he had in his kunai holder. He barely had less than a quarter of the maximum capacity left.
"Tsk," Bakugo muttered, annoyed. Seeing the canteen, his brain reminded him that he was thirsty. He had a dilemma: either apply the water to his wound or drink the contents. He opted for the latter. "I'd rather have my arm rot than die of thirst," the blond thought aloud.
However, he still believed his arm was repairable. He had to hold out long enough until the examination was over and the doctors could treat the wound. So he set the first task on his mental list: finding a river, or hopefully a small lake. The second would be finding Ororchimaru, and the third would be returning to his companions.
As he got up from the ground, he suppressed a groan at the sharp pain he felt again in his injured area. Not only did he have to keep his right arm still, but he also had to control the weather to avoid pain. Every gust of wind was like a needle piercing his shoulder. And on top of it all, Bakugo's stomach began to growl with hunger. Bakugo didn't know how long he'd been sleeping, but it had been at least more than twelve hours, since when he faced Ororchimaru, it was dusk, and now the sun was at its highest point.
"This is fucking shit," Bakugo summed up his situation aptly.
The order of tasks on his mental checklist changed with this new event. Now the first thing he had to do was find food, since unfortunately he didn't have any with him. He saw his sword, Kubikiribōchō, in the mud a few meters from where he was. Bakugo thought he must have dropped it during the fight against Orochimaru, but he didn't quite remember how. In truth, he hardly remembered anything about the fight. His mind only clearly retained the words Orochimaru had spoken.
Don't tell me you're one of them, Bakugo-kun? One of those who came from another world.
You don't interest me. I already have enough like you from experiments. Some even more interesting than you .
Next time we see each other, I'll put you next to my precious experiments so you won't feel so lonely. See you later, Bakugo-kun.
"Fucking weirdo," Bakugo said hatefully. "I'll make that snake bastard tell me everything he knows."
For now, he decided not to give it any more thought. His urgent need was to get food. After a moment of hesitation, he decided to pick the Kubikiribōchō up from the mud. Despite the weight it would put on him, it would be useful for cutting the meat of his future prey.
"You useless bitch!" Bakugo exclaimed furiously as he picked her up, also managing to avoid thinking about the pain in his shoulder. "I haven't even given you a name yet. I should call you after that useless Deku! You're just a nuisance and a dead weight, Deku!"
After juggling to tie it to his back with one hand, he walked north, which would at least take him to the river in the middle of the forest, as he remembered from the map Anko had shown them. He didn't have to walk that far; he hadn't even been there 10 minutes when he saw a bear sleeping under a large rock. For a moment, he considered stealthily slitting its throat. But stealth wasn't his style, which was ironic considering he wanted to become a great ninja. Besides, in his opinion, the bear deserved a chance at life, even if it was very slim.
"Hey, you bastard bear!" Bakugo shouted, intending to wake the bear up.
The bear stretched and landed on its hind legs. It was like a grizzly bear from his home world, but this one in front of him was considerably larger. Bakugo estimated its size to be over 3 meters.
Bakugo brandished his sword with his left hand. He realized it was going to be impossible for him to keep his right arm still and that this fight was going to be very painful. The bear roared loudly and tried to swipe at Bakugo, but Bakugo dodged it with a twist and slammed his sword into the animal's abdomen. Although it was the bear that had been killed, it was Bakugo who fell to the ground holding his shoulder, trying to relieve the pain. The bear, still holding the sword inside it, took a few steps back until it collapsed to the ground, dying a few seconds later. Bakugo got up from the ground and took a few steps towards the bear.
"I wish you'd been a fucking snake," Bakugo said to the bear corpse, somewhat sadly. Then he pulled the Kubikiribōchō out of its abdomen. "If it's any consolation, my day is sucking too."
Bakugo was able to replenish his energy after a few minutes by performing tricks with his good arm to gather firewood, butcher the bear, and light a small fire with a mini-explosion. Now the next task on his list was to find a river or a lake. He continued walking north, as sooner or later he would come across it. Sure enough, he spotted it, and the first thing he did was clean the hole in his shoulder. He knew it was a temporary solution and wouldn't end the infection, but at least it would slow it down somewhat and also make him feel a little less pain. He finally had some time to reflect after taking care of his most pressing needs.
—Did that bastard man in black send Icy-Hot here and the weirdo has him? —Bakugo thought, frowning. —Though from what the bastard snake said, he's got more than one person captured. Maybe All Might too, who was with us that day. Hmmm...or maybe that stupid Deku who loves to meddle in everything. What if it was Kirishima and Pikachu? They're so stupid I wouldn't be surprised if they got caught... Although it's most likely that weirdo captured people I don't know. Some other villain who argued with the man in black?—
Author's Note: Remember that the man in black is the villain from the prologue who sent Bakugo to this world.
"I'm getting a bit worked up. It's pointless to figure this out if I don't have any more clues. But the only one I know who has the answers is that bastard snake. And who knows where he is. He seems to be scared of the old man (Author's Note: Minato)," Bakugo continued to muse. "Wait a minute… That fucking weirdo said the bastard mummy, the spiked-haired guy, and the brown-haired bitch were his students. Maybe they can tell me where the weirdo is hiding."
After that reflection, he ran to the tower, anticipating that they had already passed the test because they seemed strong. But once again, his shoulder caused him unbearable pain.
"I need to immobilize my arm first or I'll pass out from the pain," Bakugo whispered. He cut the fabric off his pants below his knees and also part of his tank top. Then he made a clumsy, rudimentary bandage to immobilize his arm (A/N: similar to the one Zaku wears during his singles matches against Shino after Sasuke broke his arm), and covered the remaining fabric over the hollow of his shoulder to prevent pain from the wind. "This will do."
But then other words of Orochimaru came to mind that he had forgotten in his desire to meet others from his world.
Your friend Sasuke-kun impressed me, so I gave him a little farewell gift. Impress me like your little friend Sasuke-kun did before.
It's a shame. I had you as a backup plan in case Sasuke-kun didn't make it through the seal. Now my entire plan hinges on your partner surviving.
—Sasuke...—Bakugo said loudly. —Those sound bastards can wait, I have to make sure the bastard snake hasn't killed the forehead or Sasuke.—
If they were still alive, they must be very badly injured, so Bakugo figured they couldn't be far from the place where they'd gotten separated due to the unexpected blizzard, which Bakugo was now sure had been Orochimaru's doing. So he turned around and retraced his steps to get to the river. As he walked, he realized he had a slight fever; the infection was progressing faster than he'd anticipated. Without antibiotics and proper treatment, he wouldn't last much longer.
"I curse that fucking bastard snake, that fucking perverted examiner, and the fucking mother of the one who came up with this fucking exam," Bakugo thought, somewhat dizzy and gritting his teeth. "I better finish this fucking exam quickly. I wouldn't want to end up dead in such a painful way."