Izuku's POV
A flare of pain flared in his chest as he was kicked across the room. He skid across the polished floor on his back. Above him was the white ceiling of the meeting room. To either side was two teenagers in black just as he was on one knee.
Izuku Midoriya was struggling to control his breathing. If his breathing was anything but steady then Samis would see it as weakness. Weakness in their master's eyes was deadly. He would beat them senseless.
Carefully aware of his injured shoulder he pushed himself back to a knee. His eyes were downcast and his head bent in submission. Then he waited for Samis's anger to rain down upon him. Their master was rightfully angry about their failure to kill Best Jeanist.
Izuku didn't try to make excuses about how it had been a trap. As two of the best assassins in Dorn they should have been able to handle it. This was supposed to be Hitoshi's test and the failure fell upon all of them.
Samis did not take kindly to failure of any kind. This was something he understood better than anyone. Izuku's body was littered with scars that were proof. Scars from fire, his biggest fear. What he was afraid that he would have to face again as Samis focused his attention on Izuku.
Samis was a tall man just shy of 6'7 inches with black hair greying around the ears. At his side was a sword hilt gleaming with a single jewel and a simple hilt. Next to the sword was a knife. Cold grey eyes looked down upon the boys at his feet.
Then the man said his voice a low baritone, "Izuku look at me," Izuku did not hesitate to raise his green grey eyes, "You are lucky that I still need you. If it wasn't for a plan I already have in place then you and Katsuku would be heading to punishment. Unfortunately for you Shinsou your fears leave no marks beyond mentally. You will still be heading to punishment."
It took all of their self control not to flinch at the though. Samis nodded to someone over their shoulders. A pair of black gloved hands grabbed Hitoshi under the shoulders and hauled him away. He screamed the entire way out of the room, begging not to be put into the darkness.
Out of the three of them he was getting punished the most. This was because the purple haired boy was still in the process of being broken. Hitoshi only recently joined them, a little more than a year prior. It had been a miracle that he didn't try to escape during the attack on Best Jeanist. Everyone tried to run at least once. Whoever was with them to drag them back to Samis for punishment. Or they would risk severe punishment themselves.
Each punishment was personalized to the assassin that it was handed out to. Izuku's punishment was always fire as his scars could attest to.
Neither Izuku nor Katsuki had the courage to risk punishment. They had been broken by Samis long ago. Fire and water two opposing fears that put them into line with the mere mention of punishment.
For Samis to belay their punishment what he had planned must be important. It also must be out in public where he could not risk someone seeing their injuries. While people would ignore Izuku for his quirklessness they would not be so quick to do so for Katsuki.
Samis said, "As you both know the UA entrance exams begin next week. We have decided that the three of you will be taking the exams. I expect both you and Katsuki to pass the heroics exam. Once you are in the class, Izuku you are to analyze your classmates and teachers quirks. I want their strengths and weaknesses," Izuku inclined his head in acknowledgement of the order, "Katsuki you are to test their securities and find the weaknesses in it."
He paused to let his order sink in before he questioned, "Any questions?"
Both boys mutely shook their heads not trusting their voices. Grey eyes watched them for a long moment before he said dismissively, "Leave Katsuki," then to Izuku, "With me, Izuku."
Izuku couldn't help but the stab of fear as he rose and followed his master. It was rare that Samis ever called one of them to follow. Even rarer still was when they had failed him. Was he going to receive another form of punishment? Or was he going to receive separate orders from Samis?
It took only a handful of seconds for Izuku to realize they were heading for the medical wing. This was out of character for Samis. He always made them take care of their injuries themselves.
Samis entered the first medical room and he entered only two steps behind. The room held a single exam table and all the tools needed to stitch someone up. Various drugs were in the nearby fridge and cabinets.
"Sit on the table," ordered Samis, "Take off your jacket and shirt."
Izuku obeyed without hesitation. Unzipping his jacket and gingerly pulling it off. Next was his black t-shirt and he was sitting on the exam table.
Samis turned around in his hands was a needle. It was an antibiotic if he had to guess. Izuku didn't hesitate to offer his arm to the man. The needle was stuck in his arm and it emptied out.
Then warm hands trailed over his shoulder where the wound was. Izuku had to bite his lip to keep from letting out a pained hiss. It trailed to behind Izuku's shoulder and let out an annoyed growl.
Izuku glanced up at his master a question in his eyes. He could only hold it for a few seconds before he dropped his gaze.
The man replied not taking his eyes off of the wound, "There isn't an exit wound. I'll have to remove the bullet."
He did not move or make a sound as the man did just that. Pain shot through his arm as the bullet was dug out. Grinding his teeth it was pulled out.
Metal clacked on metal as he dropped the bullet onto the table. A piece of gauze was then pressed into wound.
Samis ordered, "Keep pressure."
One hand let of the sheets and raised to put pressure on the wound with the gauze. Once he was sure that Izuku would obey he turned away. Bandages were then taken from the counter and Samis then wrapped his shoulder.
After a few moments he was done and said, "Make sure Katsuki helps you change your bandages every few hours."
Izuku bowed his head in acknowledgement of the order. With that Samis left the room leaving Izuku as confused as ever.
