...

When he returned to his arena he found the fights were over. As expected So-Chun had taken out everyone on the other team. He would likely need time to recuperate. He was no Yuri after all. Sure the boy had large center but it was not artificially enhanced like most of the Reunion.

So-Chun asked with a mild sneer, "Did you get the information you wanted?"

Izuku barely gave him a glance as he replied, "I did. I request that I be the one to face off against Yuri."

"Yuri Linus?"

"Yes," he answered shortly.

"You've lost your mind if you think you can take her," said another member of their team, "You should just let So-Chun do it again."

Izuku rolled his eyes and asked, "You do realize you have to fight to make it into the next round? To let him continue to fight will do nothing to help you."

"Oh and fighting a losing battle is better?"

Izuku shrugged but his green eyes were on the dark haired man. For his part So-Chun simply shrugged and disinterestedly replied, "Do whatever you want. If you lose don't blame me."

"Good."

They didn't have to wait long to be called into the next arena. As he expected Yuri Linus was there. Still waiting on her next opponent. She looked positively bored. Time to end that.

The announcer noticed his approach and asked leaning away from the mic, "Name and title?"

Izuku paused considering his answer. He could name himself as his true self, a disciple of new of the most dangerous members of Murim. Or he name his heritage. His eyes shifted to the audience briefly before he discounted that. They would know as soon as they heard his name.

Deciding he said, "Izuku Midoriya, Disciple of Two"

"Who?"

Izuku simply shook his head refusing to answer that. It was enough for him. He was declaring himself a private study without giving a name. His techniques would speak for themselves.

...

Jeon sipped at the whiskey that was brought for him. He was bored out of his mind but at least the second part of round 2 should be interesting. Already two entire teams were dropped.

A new team was brought out into the arena in front of them. As expected Yuri Linus was still in the arena looking bored. Dark eyes narrowed as he saw one teenager head towards the arena. That child looked familiar.

He leaned forward trying to get a better look. Kwon was giving him an odd look as he did so. It was too far for him to see the child's face.

The announcer began, "Welcome to part two of Round Two. This time we have a match between Team 1 and Team 7. Yuri Linus of the Heavenly Riches Clan as chosen to remain in the arena and face another team. For Team 1 we have Izuku Midoriya."

Jeon jolted. What?! It couldn't be. He looked up at the large TV screen who showed the dark haired boy who was jumping into the arena. He was older than Jeon remembered. Older and colder than he thought was possible. His features were unmistakable. That was his nephew.

"It that," Kwon questioned.

All Jeon could do was nod as the announcer continued, "Izuku Midoriya is the Disciple of Two. What that means who knows. He did not face anyone in their previous match. And has no previous tournament stats. Time to see if you can truly stand up against the Reunion's hand chosen."

Izuku didn't deem the man worthy of a comment. What was he doing here? He couldn't use his ki. There wasn't enough in his body for him to survive a battle.

"Ready? Begin!"

A loud explosion rocked the arena.

...

Yuri was not fooling around. Izuku had a bright grin on his face as he jumped back. No use in trying to use Flicker Steps here. It would only get him injured. Lightning steps were the next step then.

There was a flicker of anger across the woman's face. It made his grin turn into a full smile. He was his master's student and in this moment he was proving it. Yoochun did always love annoying the Heavenly Riches Clan.

Around him the world blurred as he shifted his weight back. Twh, the retreating foot technique. Gasps sounded it as people realized he was more than he seemed. Lightning steps. Still not his full capabilities but enough. For now.

When he stopped now at the very edge of the arena Yuri looked at him. She no longer seemed to be bored. Or interesting enough did she seem angry. Just curious.

"Who are you?"

His held tilted to the side as he asked in return, "What's it to you, Yuri? Afraid of someone your sister's age?"

"I do not fear someone who's center is so weak," she snarled, "You are barely more than a normal person."

Izuku pointed a finger at her as he said, "That's where you're wrong. I am the Disciple of Two. One of whom you know. As does the leader of the Reunion who I know is watching."

"Oh and who might be so high in the weak clans that we might know their name?"

"Figure it out," he snipped.

As Izuku breathed in she used Spacial Void Fist. Instead of retreating Izuku went forward and slipped around her. This was Hweh the avoidance foot technique. It allowed him to go behind her. They were back to back now.

Confused she looked around. She snapped, "Coward! Where are you?!"

He turned and shoved her lightly. It forced her to forward and he retreated again. Yuri was getting serious now. In the last battle no one had gotten close to beating her. Izuku wasn't just anyone however.

Around him the air felt as if it was being sucked away. Shit! He shifted to the left narrowly avoiding the full strength of Vacuum Strike. The leg of his left pant was torn from his body. It nearly caused him to drop against the floor.

Looking down he could see the way it began to swell. That was going to bruise nastily later but he was sure nothing was broken. Keeping his breathing slow and steady he watched Yuri. Every attack she made had a tell such as the air being sucked away.

Her foot shifted to the right and Izuku went left. Lightning steps kept him just ahead of the attack. There was no chance to counter attack much to his annoyance. All the while Yuri continued to berate his repeated evasions.

She continued to throw out Vacuum Strike after Vacuum Strike. Unlike the first time she used it he was not caught off guard. The current injury was not causing him any issues. Only the constant use of a mid level foot technique. It would be time to take a ki pellet.

Did he want to switch to his first teacher's teachings? Currently he was using the second's and it would only last so long. He could also switch to offensive mode from here still using the second's teaching. Which would be more fun?

Izuku brought his hand down to the dispenser at his side. Pushing it down twice brought two pellets the size of marbles into his palm. They didn't have any taste as he popped them both into his mouth and crushed the pellets. The surge of ki was almost immediate. It filled his center and overfilled.

Around him the air began to crackle. Ki pressure was made the announcer flinch. His eyes trailed up towards the booth that held the Alliance members. They would be interested in anyone that didn't fit the mold. A description that fit him perfectly.

Internally Izuku grabbed at his ki and pushed it through filtering it into a pure form. Across his chest blue lightning began to appear. It was small almost unnoticeable at first unless someone knew what they were looking for. By the way Yuri's eyes blazed with anger she knew what it meant.

Heavenly Riches and Heavenly Paths. Two sides of the same coin. Once they were allies now they were enemies. The Enlightenment of Thunder and Lightning was his path. His first Master was the Lightning Tiger and was once a friend of Yuri's. They had a falling out over her views along with the Fire Dragon and Earth Beast.

"The Cub," she breathed.

Only a second passed before she released the full force of her ki pressure. The entire arena with a handful of exceptions took a collective breath. She had more ki in her body than entire teams in the competition. If he had been anyone else it was likely that he would have given up right then. However he knew the truth. Quality over quantity.

She lunged and the killing intent was strong. An open palm made to strike him in the jaw with enough ki to remove his head from his kneck. Keeping his back foot planted Izuku stepped to the side the attack barely missing. To ensure she didn't try to follow through with a backhand he brought a hand up and pressed it against the wrist.

His lighting ki made her muscle contract painfully. Her jaw locked almost immediately. Then she retreated her eyes angry. No more words would be exchanged now.