AN: Yo peeps, boy does it feel good saying that. Anyway here we are with the second chapter. If might take me some time to get back in the groove of things, gotta knock out the rust. Anyway I won't hold you for long, but thank you for everyone who wished me back. Now enjoy the chapter.

Chapter 2: Into The Ring

"Again." Stick said to Izuku as he was on the ground struggling to get up. Why you may ask, well it is because Stick had thoroughly kicked Izuku ass in their training session.

Stick didn't hold back and Izuku learned that the hard way, his body was covered with bruises. His mouth tasted like copper, he knew blood was in it thanks to that taste. He could also smell the metallic rust that was on his body, more signs that showed that he was bleeding all over his body.

Izuku turned on his side, he felt soreness all over his body, it was aching with each movement of his ligaments. The teen somehow got to his feet albeit barely, he was wobbly on his two feet and there is no time to be like that. He had to center himself and focus his attention on the fight. Izuku turned around and faced his teacher, the blind man standing in front of him with an emotionless and blank face.

It has been six months since the start of Izuku's training with Stick, six months since the teen has heard his mother, six months since he had felt the comfort of his bed, six months in hell. After their talk in the park, Stick took Izuku for a car ride, he didn't drive, rather someone else did that.

The child didn't know who, but he did know it was a woman. When they arrived at their destination they were in the middle of nowhere. Stick had taken Izuku to his private dojo and told him that he would be staying with him for the next three years.

"Again." Izuku back once again met the ground, six months of the same thing. Six months of fighting, six months of training, six months of pushing his body and powers to new levels, and six months of getting his ass kicked.

Stick showed no mercy to Izuku, he never held back, the world wasn't going to do it to the kid so why should he. Stick never believed in coddling people, it was best that they see how hard and cruel the world is. That includes the people in it as well.

"Get up." Stick ordered Izuku, Izuku got up spitting up blood in the process. The teen put up his fists and Stick listened to his heartbeat, it was fast. He could hear the setting of his feet, he was getting into position to move. When Izuku did Stick predicted where he was going, he heard his movement, his breathing, he heard it all.

Izuku lunged forward trying to kick his teacher's head in, but the old man blocked it with his arm. Izuku landed on the ground and threw a flurry of combinations, all of them met the same fate as Izuku's kick.

Both of them were blind, but it seemed like Izuku was the more blind one. He couldn't touch Stick, he was missing everything and more as he laid more and more energy into his attacks.

Stick however was just dodging them, making the child look silly, nothing was touching him. Izuku tried a backwards heel kick, but the teacher moved his backward at the last second to avoid it. He then countered with a solid punch that Izuku felt and more. The punch sent Izuku back down to the ground and broke his nose.

"Slow. You need to do better if you want to survive these next 2 and half years. Ten minute break. Reset your noise in the meantime." Stick walked away from the exhausted boy. Izuku didn't even have the energy to move, that's how much his body was killing him.

Izuku just sighed, it was another day for him. This was his life and this is going to be his life for a long time. As much as Sticks training has hurt it also has been helpful. Izuku had gotten stronger to a degree, not strong enough to tag Stick, but strong enough to take anyone that is in his age group.

Stick kept his word and taught him how to fight and learned to fight Izuku. Stick watched how he soaked it up like a sponge, the old man believes that it runs in the family. His father is who he is and his uncle is one of his students as well, so it should come as no surprise to Stick that Izuku has grown.

When they were not fighting each other and when Izuku was not getting his ass kicked, the teen was getting his mind trained. He learned languages, braille, and how to read people. With his sight gone, Stick taught Izuku how to read heart beats, to tell when someone is lying, to sense deception.

Izuku began learning about stealth, how to fight in the darkness, how to be a part of it as if he was one with it. He spent days out in the cold trying to track Stick and failing and then it was vice versa when it was his turn to hide. Stick always found within minutes.

Izuku groaned on the ground, he sat up and grabbed his nose, with a quick and turn of his nose he reset it, but it was not painless. Izuku groaned once again, letting a small painful moan out. Blood dripped from the nose landing on the concrete floor, the floor had many ounces of Izuku's blood covering it. Izuku took a deep breath of air, he needed to control his breathing, to control his body.

The mind controls the body and the body is the weapon. If he cannot control his body then he cannot control his weapon. He must control both. Izuku sat crossed legs on the floor, his eyes closed as he began to meditate. He focused on his hearing, he heard nothing in the house, not even Stick. Something was wrong, how could he not hear Stick, he should at least hear his heartbeat. Izuku focused harder, he needed to stretch further than just a heartbeat. That was not the only way to hear a human, there was another way.

Silence was in the air, nothing but deathly silence. Izuku turned his head to the side like a confused child, he still heard nothing, until it came. A sound pierced his ears, it was like wind..or a wisp better yet. Izuku heard him coming from behind him, the echo appeared and he saw it. It was Stick behind him with a sword in hand and he was going to cut him. When he saw Izuku opened his eyes and rolled out of the way just as the attack came.

The sword strike came, but Stick hit nothing, but air and missed the young teen. "Hmph, not bad. You're getting better, slowly, but it's there." Stick in a weird way complimented Izuku, while the teen himself was recovering from just nearly becoming beheaded.

Stick sheaved the blade in the case and put it back on stand, he then looked to Izuku who was still gathering himself. "You expanded your hearing, good. A heartbeat is not the only way to hear someone. Humans need air, whether we like it or not we need to breathe. Without breathing we can not take action. Remember this lesson. That will be all for tonight. Tomorrow we get back to it."

Stick this time left the teen and went upstairs, leaving Izuku by himself down in the basement. The teen listened to his teacher's words and would remember how he just tried to kill him, it's going to be something that he will never ever forget. Since he was done with his lessons Izuku would normally go back to his room to rest and read, but today has been more tiring than usual so he just passed out on the floor.

Stick arrived upstairs in his cabin, it was his personal home, one of many, but home nonetheless. It was far away from the world and a place where no one would bother him and his student. This cabin is remote, but there are some individuals that know the location of it one of them is here now.

"What are you doing here?" Stick said he sensed the person right in front of him, he didn't bother looking at him, he just went to his fridge and grabbed a beer.

"I heard rumors that you were in town with a new student." A man said to the blind old man, Stick ignored his words and closed the fridge, he popped the cap off the bottle and the cap bounced off the wall, ricocheting to another wall and then bouncing off that one only to be caught by the mysterious man.

"Who told you that, Elektra? Thought you two kids broke up." Stick mentioned his other student, the only female student that he has ever personally trained and whether he likes to admit or not one of his best.

"She may have slipped a word about you being back in town with a student, is that him down stairs. I see that your training methods have not changed since I left." The man said with sarcasm, Stick just sipped his beer ignoring the former student and wondering why he was in fact here.

"What are you doing here, Hisashi? Here take the contract out of my head?" Stick left the question hanging in the air, the man named Hisashi just smiled. He flicked the bottle cap into the trash can and sent it in like a bullet from a gun. Hisashi Midoriya, older brother of Inko Midoriya and uncle to Izuku Midoriya, the student downstairs.

Hisashi is a strong man, with a medium sized build. He had black curly hair which was the opposite of his sister's emerald color, red eyes, and his face was free of any damages except for one. His left right eye had an eye patch covering it, he lost his eye in battle with a powerful hero which he succeeded in defeating.

Hisashi was wearing a black suit with no tie, he was well dressed and well mannered, but make no mistake. Don't be fooled by the clothes or the good looks, this man was a killer, and he was one of the best out there.

"Not yet, the money is not where I want it to be. I'm just checking up on my old master."

"You in Japan are visiting me, but not Inko." Hisashi lost his smile when heard the mention of his sister. It's true that it has been a long time since they spoke, but she made her choice and decided to stay with the hero.

"We don't talk anymore." Hisashi stated coldly and Stick got a conceding look on his face.

"I can't really blame her there. You always had to push people away." Stick commented, sipping more of his beer, but Hisashi was not going to stand there and take it.

"Well Elektra and I did learn from the best." Hisashi clapped back with some heat in voice, Stick was unfazed though and just continued to drink his beer. He and Hisashi had been here before many times, always arguing and this time maybe the kid was right. He did pick that up from him.

"Well, I guess we're both failures." Stick said morbidly, Hisashi just glared at the blind man. Stick put his beer down and walked away from the counter and into his chair. Hisashi had ideas of taking down Stick as he made his way to his chair, but decided against it. As good as he is, even he is not ready to take on Stick.

"Well, are we going to make a move or not." Stick asked him with a dark tone, his walking cane in hand. The ball was now in Hisashi's court and what was the old saying, shooters shoot and normally he would, but not this time.

"Not this time, old man." Hisashi told him as both former master and student stared down each other with Hisashi aiming his dangerous eyes at his teacher while Stick lifeless ones stared down Hisashi's orbs. Hisashi soon turned away from the old assassin and began to make his way to the door, but not without leaving Stick some final words.

"I look forward to this new student of yours. We'll see if he has what it takes to make it in the world." Hisashi was thinking that his nephew was going to be like him and his old teacher, an assassin, but he was wrong. Stick knew that, Izuku wanted to be hero and as stupid as that decision Stick would respect it.

"He's not looking to be an assassin." Hisashi stopped when he heard that, if Stick is not training him to be an assassin. Then what is he training him for? Lucky for him, Stick decided to answer that unasked question.

"He wants to be a hero." Hisashi looked back at the old man who was in his rocking chair. Stick somehow knew that he was looking at him and shrugged his shoulders.

"I know the kid is stupid. Became blind by saving someone like an idiot, but I will admit he has a certain...edge to him. Reminds me of…"

"You." Stick nodded his head, but he wasn't telling the full truth. The truth is that Izuku didn't just remind him of himself, but he saw a lot of Hisashi in him. Maybe that is why he started training the kid. Who knows?

"Well I now feel sorry kid." Hisashi didn't mean what he said, he could care less about the boy that Stick is training and he wants to be a hero then let him follow a fool's dream.

If he becomes big enough and he will since he is Stick's student he might one day get an opportunity to take him out. But for now let's see if the kid can survive his training. Hisashi turned his head back to his car and left the cabin not saying goodbye to Stick, the same could not be said for Stick.

"See ya around, Hisashi."

"I prefer Deathstroke," Hisashi left the cabin just as he told Stick his moniker, the assassin, the terminator known as Deathstroke. Stick former students had made a name for themselves in the assassin world, he wonders though. Between Izuku, Hisashi, and Elektra, which of the three will be the best.

"It's going to be an interesting future." Stick spoke to no one but himself as he rocked back in his chair, the beer was still in his hand as he made preparation for the next training session with Izuku.

Training Montage

For the next three years Izuku's life was a nightmare, no, a better word is hell. His life was absolute hell. A hell that he went through on a daily and nightly basis, there was no end to it, but one thing can be said. He did get stronger.

Stick put Izuku through training that would make a grown man quit, but somehow the child survived and learned everything that Stick needed to teach him. Now the master assassin did not teach Izuku everything that he knows, but he taught him what he needed to know. Izuku learned a great many number of martial arts forms, from Kung-Fu, Jiu Jitsu, Western Boxing, Silat, and grappling. He learned all these forms for he was attacked by all these forms by his masters, having his bones broken, his body destroyed, his ligaments torn, he survived it all.

Power was not the only thing that Izuku learned, it was tactics as well, stealth being the most important. He was now a silent warrior of the night, his movements were so non existent that one would think that ghost was behind them. The teen spent days in the forest, in the cold, in the rain, in the mud, and in the snow. There were days where he wasn't allowed to come back to the cabin and had a mission of surviving out in the woods. He became a hunter, tracking animals to survive.

Izuku had honed his strength, he honed his tactics, he honed his abilities, and he honed his mastery over weapons. Swords, blades, knives, blunt weapons, even guns, Izuku had studied how to use them all, but his preferable choice was the billy club. Stick had noticed Izuku training more with the baton-like weapon than anything, even using it during their spars.

Now we come to the final day of Izuku three year training with Stick, their relationship never grew past nothing more than master and student, which shouldn't be surprised. Stick was never one for emotional attachment and he wouldn't let himself get close. Izuku chose not to pry, Stick was a man with many secrets and some secrets are best left to the owner. Now, at this moment, we see the master and student down in the dojo doing what they do best...fighting.

Present Day

Izuku blocked a chop from Stick, he countered with a straight punch that was caught, but the moment Stick caught the punch had to quickly let go as Izuku leaped in the air to take his head off with a kick. Stick evaded the punch, but narrowly.

'The kid has gotten better.' Stick was always the critic, there were still flaws in Izuku technique, but given more time and training he could see the boy being on his level on that day. Izuku landed on the ground and dashed to his master, the teen was faster than before moving at speeds that normal humans would not be able to keep up with. Stick got into a style, he was getting serious now.

Izuku could see that his master had decided to take him seriously and mentally prepared himself now. The blind teen threw a straight punch only for it to be blocked by Stick's guard, but Izuku did not stop. He kept on attacking, throwing a flurry of barrages at the old man. Stick blocked them all, he was waiting for his time to strike, when he deflected the punch he sent Izuku momentum to the side. As Izuku was going to the side he heard a question come from Stick's mouth.

"What rules the body?" Izuku stopped his momentum and answered the question by his master.

"My mind." Once Stick heard the answer he attacked, but Izuku had grown since he was a kid. He was ready this time Stick went for a low kick that turned into a leg sweep, he was going to bring Izuku down, but the teen used his acrobatic skill to avoid the attack. Izuku backflips backwards and as Stick was getting up and reaching into his pocket grabbing three sharp shuriken stars.

Stick tossed the stars at fast speeds towards Izuku, but Izuku could hear the whips from the stars, he could see them in the air. The moment he landed on the ground he caught the stars with both hands, one in his right and two in his left.

"What is your strongest weapon?" Stick asked again and like before Izuku answered him.

"My body." Izuku answered once again and after answering he tossed the stars back at Stick, but the old man was obsolete yet. Stick slid underneath the stars and Izuku dashed forward, what ensued next was battle of hand to hand combat. Stick and Izuku deflected and blocked all attacks that came from the other, but as they were doing this Stick continued with the questions.

"Connection, mind, body?" Stick continued with the question as the melee went on between them, but Izuku did not care as he blocked a knee strike from his master. Izuku answered it nonetheless as he caught the punch from Stick that was aimed for his gut and counter by leaping up and driving his feet into the chest of his master. When Stick and Izuku were separated Izuku landed on the ground with his knee there and his eyes looking at the ground.

"The mind controls the body, the body controls our enemies, our enemies control jack shit by the time we're done with them." Stick stopped and brought down his guard signaling that this fight was done. Izuku was still on his knee as he regained his breath, this was the first time that he tagged Stick and not only that this the first time that his master took him seriously...if that was even true. The way that Stick was moving, Izuku could not keep up even with his radar sense.

"Impressive, you've grown." Stick had some shock to his voice, but it was well hidden and that made Izuku sigh, always the critic. He could never just simply congratulate someone.

"Well…*huff*...it wasn't for a lack of trying." Izuku told him as he started to regain his breath, Stick though was perfectly fine and looking at his student he could see that he still had a long way to go before matching him or even his past students.

"Either way you successfully tagged me in a fight. That shows growth and when you go home there will be no one that can match you in your age group. But if you were take your skill to the next level-"

"I'm not a killer Stick." Izuku told him harshly, Izuku used his skill to subdue...at least injured or worst case scenario mane, but never kill. Stick snorted at the teen now, but still a child to him especially with his juvenile way of thinking.

"Pussy," Izuku laughed. His master was many things, but he could not deny the fact that he was a great teacher. Yes, he has some...many questionable methods to training, but when it works it works.

Izuku looked at his hand, it felt so different from what it was when he was a kid. His hand felt harder than before like it broke through a wall with a single punch...honestly it could. Izuku's whole body has been built too that of a high level athlete, he doubts that anyone he meets that is not a pro will be able to take him down. The thought of him returning home graced his mind at long last. It's been sometime, but he was going to hear his mother's voice after so long.

"And you're a dick." Izuku clapped back as he got up from the ground, he regained some air in his lungs to move now.

"That is true. Shower, get dressed, and pack your things. Car is waiting outside to take you back to your mother." Izuku nodded his head and began to head to the shower, once he got in he let the water soak his body.

The warmness of the natural water felt good on his body, the liquid relaxed his muscles and he could feel it...like literally feel it. He felt more loose than ever before and boy did it feel good. When he was finished in the shower Izuku got out and put on some clothes that were offered by Stick. The clothes consisted of black pants, a grey button shirt, some white sneakers, and a pair of ray-bans glasses that had green lenses and a silver frame.

Izuku put on the clothes and the glasses which completed his look, he then went to his room to pack his things which was basically his walking stick and nothing else. When he arrived at his room Izuku just opened his hand to feel the wooden walls around him. He removed his hand from the wall and snapped his finger to see the room and to his surprise he saw something on his bed.

It seemed to be some kind of present that was on his bed. Izuku went to the present and got a feel of it, he could feel that there was a note on it. Izuku grabbed the note and felt the dots on it, he could make out the letters that Stick put on it. "Don't die," Izuku said aloud with a chuckle, his master is definitely one of a kind. Izuku proceeded to open the present to see what his master gave him, when he opened it he felt that it was a billie club, but it was different from the one that he trains with.

This one was lighter, but also harder. Izuku began to feel more of the club and experiment with it, he pulled it apart and heard a string coming to the conclusion that it had multiple features.

"It has three functions." Izuku didn't turn around because he heard the footsteps of his master, he had come to recognize them now. "One function is the staff, the second is dual wielding, and the third is nunchucks." Izuku smiled at his new toy, the weapon was black in color and he would cherish it. It's not everyday that one gets a gift from the cold hearted Stick.

"Thanks Stick, didn't know you loved me so much." Izuku joked as he put the club back together as one single weapon. Stick snorted as he turned around to meet the teen outside.

"I don't, but I can't have you dying so early into being a hero. If word gets out then I'll have hell to deal with." Izuku laughed, he knew that Stick meant it and so he would do his best to live up to the expectations of being one of Stick's students.

Izuku held the billy club in his hand and then grabbed his walking stick, he folded it up and began to head to the entrance of the cabin. When he arrived Stick was already waiting at the door, he sat in his rocking chair that was now outside looking ahead at the forest.

"I guess this goodbye," Izuku said aloud as he saw his ride, Stick didn't say anything. There was nothing to say, he did his job and trained the kid, now it was up to him to take himself to wherever his destination is.

"Don't get sappy on me. I don't do that shit. We will meet again and I will keep an eye on you."

"So you do care." Izuku joked once more, but he will come to find out that Stick has done this for all his students.

"I keep an eye on all my students. You will be no different." Izuku actually felt touched by that and would be crazy to say that he heard the old man's heart beat jump a little when he mentioned his past students and himself. Yeah, he would go crazy.

"Listen kid, rumors had already spread that I took another apprentice in. It won't be long before someone sees you and sees you fight. They'll connect the dots and come to test you, when that day comes do me a favor."

"What's that?" Izuku asked and his teacher looked at him with his cold lifeless and grey blind eyes.

"Kick their ass." Izuku's smile showed his teeth, he turned his head back to the vehicle that will take him home. That was a request that Izuku would gladly fulfill, he will show everyone just how good he is and it starts when he goes to UA. he will climb the ranks of a hero and become number one.

"No problem, pops." Izuku soon left after honoring the request. Stick heard the footsteps, he heard him go down his wooden steps and soon enter the vehicle. Once the doors closed it was not long before the vehicle returned to leave the path that led to Stick's cabin. Izuku was now gone, his apprentice, but he left taking his request with him. Stick smiled when thinking about the teen, everything he threw at him that kid just soaked it up like a damn sponge.

"Yeah, he is going to fuck shit up." Stick smiled, and for once and for a very long time he laughed. The old man laughed his heart out. Things are going to get very interesting in the future. He knows this for he can see it and as of right now he sees a possible future. A future where his student stands covered in blood, dirt, and mud.

A Few Hours Later

The car came to a stop, when it opened the door and grabbed his walking stick. He placed it on the ground to send out an echo to see where he was and just like Stick promised he was back home. He recognized the layout of his home and his block and this was it. The day was still early and people were going about their day. Izuku took a deep breath to calm his nerves, it has been three years, he wonders if his mother will recognize the changes in him.

Izuku heard the car drive away, the driver had served his purpose and now left Izuku to do whatever the hell he wanted. The blind teen began to walk up to his door, he acted like blind man, but the truth is that Izuku didn't need this cane. It was all just for show, Stick told him that one should never show their deck to another. Hold all the cards and hold the element of surprise. So for here on out unless provoked Izuku is just a simple blind teen.

When he arrived at the door Izuku rang the doorbell and heard the ding echo throughout the house, his mother was home. In fact she was closer than he originally thought, just in the living room reading a book. When he saw her get up he felt his own heart start to race, this was it. Izuku gripped his cane tighter since he didn't want to show his nerves, he remained calm even under pressure.

Inko footsteps reached the door, when they did Izuku heard the door open and now the reveal had finally come. "Izuku," Inko whispered, in front she figured that it would be some stranger, but instead it was her son. Her baby boy had returned, the three years was over and now he was back with her once again.

"Hi, mom." Izuku greeted with a smile, but that smile was soon gone from Inko's sight since she quickly pulled Izuku in for a hug. Izuku smiled, smelling the scent of his mother. He had missed her so much, the smell of shampoo was still in her hair, meaning that she just got out of the shower.

"I missed you so much." Inko cried as she hugged him tighter, even through the hug she could feel the muscles. God, her son had changed and she barely got a look at his face.

"As much as I like this hug, how about we go inside and talk." Inko chuckled and broke the hug, she really got a look at Izuku now. Gone was his baby fat, it was replaced by the more defined features that she saw in his father.

Inko led Izuku into the home, bringing him to the couch where he could sit. When he arrived at the couch Izuku sat down and Inko sat next to him. Izuku took off his glasses and faced his mother and just by that action alone Inko could see that Stick training had worked. Izuku had gotten stronger, she was looking at his pale green eyes, but if no one knew that Izuku was blind they one think that he was actually looking at them.

"Izuku, can you see me?" Izuku smiled as he looked away from his mother, he looked aimlessly at the room around him.

"I see everything in a manner of speaking. Mom, the chemicals, they changed me. I won't say that they unlocked a quirk or whatever, but they did give me something. I'm still blind don't get me wrong, but I can still see. I know it sounds crazy, but I see this room thanks to the sound. Everything I hear gives me an echo of the surrounding area and that echo shows me where I need to go. I call it my Radar Sense. Stick helped me control it. I can hear people's heartbeats, hear the air that they breathe, the footsteps they take.

"That he did," Inko mumbled and as much as she wanted to continue, it was time for Izuku to get some questions in. The biggest is how Stick and his mother know each other. Stick wasn't big on questions and he didn't bother asking because he knew he wouldn't get a straight answer.

"Yeah. Hey, mom. How do you know someone like Stick? When we first met I asked if he was a hero and said no without saying no. The way he fights, he's killed before and he's killed with efficiency." Inko was quiet, she wasn't sure if she was ready to tell Izuku the full truth yet, but unknown to her the teen could hear the heart start to increase, whatever that is about to come out her is going to be a lie.

"I just know him, that's all."

"You're lying." Inko looked at her with glare, but the glare was hopeless against a blind man's hands. She knew that. She really shouldn't be mad because what Izuku said was true, she did lie. Inko sighed and rubbed her head, damn that old man. She could now see that he taught Izuku too much, Inko just hopes that her son didn't lose his values.

"Ok, yes I know Stick. I have known him for a long time, he trained your uncle."

"I have an uncle?" Izuku didn't know that and the shock was evident in his tone. Izuku never knew about his father and now his mother tells him that he has an uncle that he never recalled meeting even before losing his sight. What else has his mother not told him?

"Yes, I have a brother. His name is Hisashi and we don't talk. In fact we haven't spoken to each other in 20 years." After hearing the blind teen could hear the tension, it seems his mother and brother are not close...not close at all. Izuku began to wonder though, Stick said that he had other students. If his mother knows Stick through her brother, then does that mean that Stick's former student is his uncle?

"Is he one of the Stick student's?" Inko looked at Izuku curiously, she knows for a fact that Stick didn't tell him about Hisashi or Elektra. Stick keeps everything including personal secrets to himself.

"What did he tell you?"

"Nothing, well...not really that either. He did say that I should kick people's asses if they challenge me and I shouldn't go dying early into my hero career. Something about being an embarrassment to his street cred. Didn't know the old man had rep like that." Inko rolled her eyes, that was just like Stick. Always carrying about his legacy.

"Well believe it. Stick is a household name in the underworld especially to the assassins community. He only trained two others before you and with you being third, but not that only you want to be a hero. That is going to bring a lot of eyes your way, so be careful and try to keep your real ability under wraps."

"Yeah, Stick told me the same thing. Back to the whole mysterious uncle. Who...or what is he?" Inko sighed once again, she may not speak to her brother anymore, but that doesn't mean that she doesn't have contacts that keep tabs on him. She has heard of his growing reputation as the Terminator.

"He is the assassin known as Deathstroke. A very powerful and skilled assassin, stay away from him Izuku. Stick and Hisashi ended on a bad note and I don't want you involved in that mess." Too bad for Izuku it was already in the mess, he just didn't know it yet.

"How much do you know about the criminal underworld? Stick was introduced to some, but they didn't teach me much." Inko didn't like to admit, but she knew much...too much. She still had a hand in it, nothing really bad, just a few girls here and there that had their hands on the dicks of certain politicians and prime ministers. Men like to talk just as much as women, especially in bed.

"I know enough, it's not something that I am proud of. The criminal underworld is not as black and white as everyone makes it out to be. It's one of the reasons why I think your father and I don't talk as much." Izuku became curious now, his father is a mystery that still needed solving, but from what his mother tells him he seemed to be a good guy.

"Did dad know about your brother or you being in the underworld?" Inko shook her head. Her husband was not happy about that nor was her brother when he found out that his little sister was sleeping with a hero.

"I never really wanted to be a criminal, but it's just hard to escape the family business sometimes. I'm barely out of it as of right now. Your father and I...separated for many reasons, he tells himself that it was to protect me...you, but I know the truth. He couldn't stand to look at me, the woman that he had known, that he had pictured didn't exist anymore. I didn't seduce him or anything, we just...fell in love. I adored him and what he was trying to accomplish even when I thought that it was foolish, but he...he had a way of just winning people over." Inko sighed and looked up at the ceiling, to this day she hasn't told Izuku's father that he was blinded in an accident. Yeah, they talk, they are going to really talk.

Izuku didn't know how to take all of this, it was one thing finding out that his mother hid a secret uncle from him, but for the right reasons obviously. Second it's harder to come to terms that his mother is...was...might be a criminal. How does he define that? That is certainly a lot, but Izuku even with all this information still had one thing to ask.

"Do you have a problem with me being a hero?" Izuku had to ask it, it just seemed right to ask it. Inko looked shocked at his question and moved her hand to touch his cheek, Izuku felt his heart jump. It had been a long time since he felt her warmth on his face.

"No, honey of course not. I called Stick to train you, that is how much I wanted you to be a hero. I wanted you to keep you away from that life and not be like me or my brother. I wanted you to be your own person and choose your own path. Something that you never got to, something I envied your father for. I don't care if you want to be a hero, I don't care if you stop crime, I don't even care if you turn me in for blackmailing politicians. All I care about is you." Izuku got his answer, his mother would support him forever no matter what decision he makes. He can move freely now knowing that his mother would support him forever.

Izuku hugged his mother tightly and Inko hugged him back, together they would be as mother and son. "Mom, are you really blackmailing politicians?" Izuku asked with concern and a little bit of humor. Inko smiled and laughed, but did give him an answer.

"Yeah,"

The mother and son have reunited, the things are not over for this family yet. Izuku has learned his new found skill and will look to make an impact for the UA exams are not far off, but before that happens. One meeting must take place between the blind teen. Izuku must meet a man that will help change his life much like Stick did and like Stick he will give a tool to assist him on his journey. A weapon of great and tremendous power.

To Be Continued

AN: So Izuku is back from training and he is stronger than before, but before we get to that let's talk about who I just named drop. Yes Hisashi is Deathstroke and one of Stick's students and there is Elektra one of the most deadly assassins in the world. You can best believe that Izuku will come of course those two.

Now let's talk about Inko and her role in all this. Inko is not a bad character, she loves her son more than anything. She loves her husband more than anything. She just hates that she was born in the family that she was born. A crime family. More on that later and No AFO is not her father or whatever. Inko's family goes deeper and will tell another side of the story.

Ok now back to Stick. Stick does not know what exactly going to happen with 100% accuracy, but he can see possible futures. One of those futures was a possibility. Stick...is a hard-ass. He is the batman that can never compliment or congratulate, just criticize. Deathstroke and him have unfinished business and Elektra will be involved in this.

I might as well tell that yes you will see Ravager aka Rose, and there will be some more famous assassins from the DC and Marvel world making an appearance and will be gunning for Izuku. In terms of the hero that he will be, well he is not killer, but that does not mean that he's a pussy. Izuku is not scarred to break some bones to get some answers. He is not scared and you will see what I mean in the next chapter.