Xiaolin Hero

A calm summer breeze wafted through the cherry blossom trees, their vibrant pink petals fluttering along the wind as the sounds of birds chirping filled the afternoon air.

The rough and ragged sounds of breathing as the boy ran along the trail, his every step pounding the dry dirt underneath him as the sweat beaded down his face.

"This is really wonderful," a beautiful woman in a dark black dress said as she sat and took a dainty sip from her tea cup.

Ducking and dodging the flung weapons, the boy winced as he realized that some of the blades had grazed him and he was dripping blood from the wounds.

"It really is a nice blend," the other, equally beautiful woman in a crimson dress agreed as she rested on her pillow with her guest.

The boy skidded as he felt the ground suddenly become slick under his feat, he latched his hand onto a branch and flung himself to higher ground but still kept on running.

"We really should do this more often," the guest hummed as she basked in the warm sunlight.

The boy saw salvation, large wooden doors and all he had was a few dozen meters between himself and them, the snapping of branches next to him however told him of a different fate.

"I know, it's always lovely to have you," the host replied as she closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of the mountain forest around her.

"Ahhh," the boy cried out as he blocked the hit that sent him hurtling over the wall. "So close," he moaned as he lay in the sand garden that he had landed in.

"Oh Izuku," Wuya called out. "It's so good to see you."

"Hello Mrs. Wuya," Izuku greeted as he rolled his head to see the Heylin Witch drinking tea.

"Now now, don't call me Missus, we aren't married yet cutie," she teased the blushing teen.

"Wuya," Ryuko lightly slapped her friend's arm. "Knock it off, he's training right now. Master Omi, is going to get annoyed if you distract the poor boy."

"It's harmless," Wuya shook her head as she watched the teen roll off the ground and block the kick from Omi who had launched himself over the wall.

"Not if Master Omi starts to tell one of his stories with idioms and references," Ryuko warned.

Wuya shuddered for a moment. "Fine, jeez that's a worse punishment than being stuck in the puzzle box."

Izuku panted heavily as he weathered the barrage of his teacher. His thoughts wandered back to how he got himself into this situation.

"My son is quirkless," Inko asked the doctor nervously.

"Unfortunately, he is," the doctor said as he looked at the report. "He'll never be a hero," the doctor said as he laid out the findings of the report.

Only those words rung in his four year old head, "Never be a hero, never be a hero, never be a hero." When they got home Izuku rushed to the computer to watch the video of All Might saving an entire bus full of people from a fire. "Mommy," Izuku sniffled. "I can still be a hero, r-right," he said as he looked up at his mother with tears in his eyes.

"I'm so sorry," Inko said as she hugged her devastated son.

It was a random day as Inko took her little boy with her grocery shopping, he still wasn't over being diagnosed quirkless and every day he'd come home with bruises and she just didn't know what to do with him. So she had decided to make a day of the grocery shopping and took him to the beach afterwards, it was going well her son was running in and out of the surf and having a fun time just being a kid. Until someone started screaming for help.

Someone had gotten caught in a riptide and was struggling to stay above the waves, people on the beach were frantically trying to find a hero when Inko realized she couldn't find her son. She started shouting for Izuku when someone pointed out into the water that a small child was swimming out to help.

Izuku didn't know what came over him, he just saw someone in need of help and was already moving, he was a small child he thought, what could he do to help. But instead of being sucked under the water he found it easier to move than before. He was picking up speed even, going faster until he was next to the swimmer and after grabbing the person with his tiny little hands the water underneath them spouted up and formed a column as it guided him and the person back onto land.

Izuku didn't know what he did that day but he got a lot of praise for being a brave little hero and a couple of pro's who came by afterwards thanked him for his quick intervention with is quirk. But "I don't have a quirk," Izuku thought as his mother quickly brought him home.

The next day a knocking on the door just after breakfast and his life was very different.

"You are doing well Izuku," Omi said as he smiled down at his student. "You are on the way to being a powerful Wudai Warrior."

Izuku quickly got up from the ground after his sparring with his master. He bowed at the waist. "Thank you Master Omi, I'm really trying," he said.

"Come let us steal something broken, so that we may rest," Omi said happily as he walked over to the two beautiful women watching them.

"You mean take a break," Izuku huffed as he hurried to catch up. Somedays the hardest part of the training was understanding Omi's use of butchered slang.

"That too," Omi said as he sat down to pick up his own cup of tea. "Perfectly brewed as always Ms. Cho," raising his cup to Ryuko.

"Please Master Omi, it's Tatsuma now, I dropped the Cho family name half a century ago." Ryuko scolded the forgetful martial artist.

"So you did," Omi said. "Well it's been so long and I forget things every now and then, forgive me," the last century having taken its toll on the two hundred year old martial artist.

"Of course, no harm done," Ryuko waved off the apology. "I know you get it mixed up with mom all the time," she said sadly.

"On a less awkward topic," Wuya said happily. "You've turned fifteen, Izuku, when are you going to take a wife or two," she teased.

"Wuya," Izuku groaned as he hid his blushing face. This was not the first time the nearly eighteen hundred year old witch had asked for the young boy in marriage.

"Wuya, if you don't behave yourself I'll shove you in that puzzle box until he's eighteen," Ryuko tisked.

"I did say two, I wouldn't leave you out of this arrangement," Wuya commented, noting that Ryuko was also blushing.

Shaking his head to restore proper function, Izuku turned to Master Omi. "I am fifteen now and I'll need to think about highschool."

"I know what you're going to say Izuku and the answer is no," Omi said firmly as he was tired of having this discussion.

"So you're saying my son is some mystical warrior," Inko questioned the pair that showed up at her apartment. An old man with nine dots on his forehead and young lady with vaguely reptilian features.

"Correct, Ms. Midoriya," Ryuko said as Master Omi watched Izuku play with the Orb of Tornami. "It's hard to explain but your son has an incredible power and has an important role to play in the balance of the world between the Xiaolin and Heylin."

"This is a little strange," Inko questioned. "I just, my son is quirkless and recently he's been displaying some abilities that one would assume are quirks."

"Water," Omi mentioned.

"Well yes, it's always been with water," Inko mentioned.

"I do not wish to play a horn I own, but I think it would be best if Izuku came with us," Omi said. "We can begin his training right away."

"But what about his schooling, his friends," Inko protested.

"She's right Omi, it took you years to get used to interacting with people because Master Fung thought it best that you spend all your time training," Ryuko mentioned.

"Hmm, I think I can create a schedule that works." Omi hummed as Izuku managed to get the Shen Gong Wu to activate and would have flooded the apartment if not for Master Omi's control over the element.

So Izuku had found that he would go to school, and get beaten up and ridiculed for not having a quirk, then after that torture would go and train in martial arts with Master Omi. This would continue for a decade up until today.

Izuku slumped, he had been hoping to go and become a hero, like he always wanted to, but Master Omi didn't like the idea. "Omi it's not about not helping people, I want nothing more than for you to grow into a strong young man and help people, but the way the world venerates these heroes, I do not want to train you just so you can be some boat salesman."

"Showboater," Izuku corrected.

"That too," Omi agreed.

So Izuku resigned himself to once again have his dream taken away from him. Izuku set down his tea. "I don't think I have much of an appetite," he said glumly as he went over to the balance poles and worked on his forms.

"Ladies please," Omi preempted the verbal assault he knew the women would send his way. "I know he wishes to go and be a "Professional Hero"," Omi air quoted. "But I nor any of my friends ever did what we did for fame or fortune."

"You didn't stop me from becoming a licensed hero," Ryuko scoffed.

"Because it is necessary for you to shift into your dragon form and these laws would have made you a criminal had you not," Omi pointed out as about forty years ago they had gotten in trouble with some Heroes saying that Ryuko using her "Quirk" unlicensed was illegal but they'd let her go since she was obviously transporting her sickly grandpa.

"He wouldn't do it for fame or fortune," Wuya said as she stretched out next to the tea table. "Plus, what else are you training him for," she asked.

"In case the Heylin ever decides to strike," Omi firmly responded.

"Oh spare me," Wuya groaned. "The only "Heylin" left are Hannibal Bean, who hasn't been seen in a century, Chase Young whose butt you kicked so hard after he," Wuya looked to Ryuko who cringed. "Sorry, but still, and then there's me and I'm practically nice."

"She's right, besides her trying to seduce a child," Ryuko teased. "We have most if not all the Shen Gong Wu in the shed, so why not let him get some experience fighting villains."

"No, it is my decision, I did not train him so that he could then turn around and beat up random thugs," Omi shouted as he rose from his seat and left the two women alone with Izuku a ways away working on his poses while balancing on a beam.

"Pssh," Wuya hissed. "Please, if the boy wanted to beat up thugs he should start with that Bakugo brat," she said as she reached into her dress and pulled out a flask. "Want some, it's aged four hundred years," she waggled the alcohol in front of the dragon woman.

"Fine," Ryuko took the offered metal canister. "But only because I'm angry," she said as she took a big swig. "Oh boy, that is, strong," she coughed as a blush started to form on her face.

"I forgot to tell you it's also magic," Wuya chuckled.

"Bitch," Ryuko slumped over as the alcohol worked itself to get even a dragon like her drunk.

"That's for saying I'm seducing Izuku," Wuya glanced down. "You make it seem like I would just throw him away after I was done with him."

"So," Ryuko slurred. "We're too *hic* old for him," she whined.

"We're too old for everyone then, Ms. I'm only one hundred and eighteen," Wuya sarcastically said.

"Well not everyone," Ryuko rolled over trying to get up from the floor.

"Who, Chase Young, honey, I don't believe you could stand near him without trying to rip his face off for turning your grandfather and mother into that horrible stew," Wuya said.

"Monk Guan, he's immortal," Ryuko said unassured.

"Also super gay," Wuya waggled her pinkie as she took a sip from the flask.

"Really," Ryuko asked inquisitively.

"Yeah, how did you not know?" Wuya quirked an eyebrow. "Anyway, who else, and I swear if you say Omi, I will hit you, really hard," she warned.

"Okay fine not Master Omi," Ryuko lurched forward to lean on the tea table. "Hannibal… Bean?"

"If you can look me in the eye and tell me you would be fine allowing that thing to touch any part of your body intimately I will stop pursuing Izuku right now," Wuya promised as she locked eyes with the dragon who flinched immediately. "That's what I thought."

"He's just so gross," Ryuko gagged as she recalled Hannibal Bean's wrinkled bean body.

"See, now Izuku," Wuya said as she gestured across the field where Izuku was training. "Look at that and tell me you don't want that."

Ryuko looked at Izuku and saw him do a back-flip into a double-handed lifted slide and slowly rise to a reversed arch. "Well it's uh, very big. Impressive," she shouted as she corrected herself and mentally swore she wasn't looking at Izuku's pants as he stretched.

"Yeah he is," Wuya smiled dreamily at the teen. "Hey Izuku, if you leaned back just a little more, your form will be perfect," Wuya shouted.

Startled that he was being addressed Izuku nodded and leaned back slightly further. "Like, this," he grunted.

Wuya and Ryuko watched as Izuku's shirt lifted higher exposing his tight abdominal muscles and saw his hips raise equally. "Oh yeah, perfect," Wuya said huskily as she imagined what she would do to the boy.

"Stop it," Ryuko gasped. "We can't interfere with his training. Omi's going to get so mad at us if we keep bothering him."

"Ryuko," Wuya said darkly. "The only thing I want is to train his stamina, so are you in or out, if you are out, don't try and get back in later," the witch presented the ultimatum to her friend.

"I, uh," Ryuko looked back and forth from Wuya to Izuku. "In, I'm in," she quickly decided.

"Good, then we can work together to get him where we want him," Wuya cackled.

"And where is that?" Ryuko asked.

"Our bed," Wuya smirked as she went back to watching Izuku contort his body to maintain his balance on the pole. "God I wish I was that pole right now," she whined as Izuku gripped it between his thighs to hang off it.

For the next couple of months Izuku went through the motions of his lessons, he would come back from his middle school classes and train with Master Omi, all the while in the "normal" world as he called it, he had to listen to Bakugo talk about how he was going to go to U.A. and be the greatest hero.

"And the rest of you losers can worship me after I dethrone All Might, especially you Deku," Bakugo cackled as he lorded over his classmates that he was going to take the U.A. entrance exam.

Izuku slumped in his desk as he realized that he would have to tolerate this behavior for only a few months longer before he went off to a separate high school, a non-hero school. The thoughts simmered in his mind as he opened the shed to start cleaning the Shen Gong Wu, Omi had been training them in their various uses so he could know what each one did.

And he thought to himself as he was running a cloth carefully over the Golden Tiger Claws. "I could be there and back, before anyone knew," Izuku realized. "I might not get in, but I could at least try," he said as he slipped the artifact over his hand. Raising it up he shouted the activation, "Golden Tiger Claws," before slashing the air in front of him and hopping through the portal that was made.

"Has anyone seen Izuku," Inko asked as she entered the temple. "I had been meaning to take him to Yujinko High for their entrance exam and I forgot it was today," the mother asked Ryuko.

"I haven't seen him all day," the dragon shrugged. "Wuya," she looked over. "Did you take Izuku back to your "lair"," she finger quoted.

"Me, noooo…" Wuya said softly. "What I mean it, I haven't done that in weeks."

Wuya didn't live at the temple with Omi and Ryuko, she had her own "evil lair" as she claimed. It had modern amenities and was everything a bachelorette could ask for, except it was missing one important detail. "I need a hunky stud," Wuya shouted as she quickly headed towards the temple and snatched Izuku off the ground in the middle of his training.

It took Omi an hour to convince Wuya that she needed to return the teen. "But he's happy here, see, he has all the important food groups, pizza, chicken wings and burgers, a bunch of soda and a nice soft bed that we can fu-." Wuya shook her hips before Ryuko socked her in the face.

"Dammit, what was that line about going in together," the dragon shouted at the witch.

"I was going to let you have your turn," Wuya said as she rubbed her nose leaning off the marble flooring.

"And after his mother finds out you took him," Omi raised an eyebrow.

"Ugh," Wuya groaned as she let down her arms, arched her back and let out the noise to the ceiling. "Fine, but he should still come over some times," she said as Omi went and collected Izuku from the game room. "It's not good for a young man to only train, he needs to do something fun sometimes. Your friends understood that and always included you," Wuya sent an underhanded verbal jab at the elderly monk.

"Fine," Omi sighed. He recalled all the times Clay, Kimiko or Raimundo would slack off and bring him along and how much fun he had just being with his friends, something that didn't stop when they grew old. "I can give him a day off every now and then, but…" he said pointing a finger at the witch. "His clothes stay on," he warned.

Wuya smirked as she thought of a nice loophole in that rule. "Yours too," Omi said as he and Izuku climbed onto Ryuko and flew off."

"No fun having, bald headed, grr," Wuya kicked a chair across the room shattering it. "Since when did he know what sex was?!" she screamed loudly.

"Honestly, I didn't take him," Wuya said in her defense. "Maybe he's hanging out with his friends, oh wait he doesn't have those because the brats at his school hate him."

"They do not hate him, they just," Ryuko tried to defend the actions of children but she had seen what they were like to Izuku. "Fine, you win." she relented as she watched the witch pump her fist in victory.

"Ladies," Inko tapped her foot. "Where is my son?" she asked again, firmly this time.

Omi walked in the room to see the women, "If you are looking for Izuku he was tasked to dust the Shen Gong Wu," he said. "Actually he should have been done by now."

As the four adults headed out to the shed, they saw the door swinging open in the breeze. "That's not good," Ryuko commented as they hurried over to the building.

"Well they're still here," Wuya said as she looked around the room.

"Not all of them," Omi gritted his teeth as he noticed that one of the artifacts was missing. "Ryuko, we are going to U.A. and collecting Izuku before he does something foolish," he ordered as he locked up the shed.

Ryuko nodded and shifted into her dragon form, preparing to flying into the sky in the direction of the school.

"And where are you going," Omi asked as he saw Wuya creeping away.

"Who little old me, why I left a load of laundry in the wash," she lied blatantly.

"Do not interfere Wuya," Omi waggled his finger, knowing that the witch was leaving to see the aftermath of Izuku's escape. Omi hopped onto Ryuko so she could take him to the school to collect his apprentice.

"Oh yeah little listeners," Present Mic greeted the assembled test takers. "Can I get a yeah?" he requested loudly.

Izuku was practically vibrating in his seat, he was actually doing it, disobeying his teacher and trying out for U.A. "I might actually be able to do this," he thought excitedly.

"Hang on girl," Wuya said as she caught up to the flying dragon using some of her magic to be invisible to Omi.

"Wuya," Ryuko whispered in shock so that Master Omi couldn't hear their conversation. "What are you doing here?"

"Helping you, help Izuku," Wuya said coyly. "We both know where he is right?" She waited to see the dragon nod. "We both know why he's doing this right?" she further asked. Ryuko nodded again at the question. "So why not take your time, if he fails, then we take him for some ice cream, send a text to his mother that he's down and needs some comfort, take him to my lair and fu-," Wuya started to shout her plans.

"Wuya," Ryuko interrupted the witch.

"Ahem," Wuya coughed into her hand. "Fine, he'll be bummed if he fails, but then Omi can gloat about being right and we help the poor boy get over the loss. Life goes on," Wuya said as she faked gagging. "Or, he passes."

"Then what," Ryuko asked.

"Then the boy gets to live his dream," Wuya said. "Omi gets to mope about someone disobeying him, as if he always listened to Fung. But most importantly, maybe Izuku won't look like someone killed his puppy."

"You really do care for him don't you?" Ryuko said softly.

Wuya looked at the horizon and recalled one of the first times meeting the young boy.

"Hello, I am, Izuku Midoriya," the young child introduced himself to Wuya.

"Hmph," Wuya nodded as she lazed about in the temple having nothing better to do with her time but pester Omi and Ryuko. "Be gone child."

"Okay," Izuku smiled as he waddled away.

Wuya watched as Izuku was put through the basics of martial arts by Omi. "Oh great another water user," she rolled her eyes as she pulled a bottle of wine off the table near her. She nearly dropped it when she heard a loud gasp from across the room.

"Oh my gosh," Izuku hurried over. "Is that your quirk, that's so cool, what is it called, is that all you can do, can you show me more," he started rambling questioned at the witch.

"Fool, I do not have a "quirk" as you mortals put it," Wuya scoffed. "I am the mighty Wuya, the Heylin Witch, my powers are beyond that of you weak mortals." she displayed by making green fire in her hands.

"That's so, amazing," Izuku shrieked as hopped on his feet. "Show me more, show me more," he said as he almost ripped her arm off from shaking it so much. Over the years Izuku never got tired of seeing her magic and would always ask insightful questions about her magic and made time to get to know her.

"You know Omi, I'm starting to wonder if I shouldn't find an apprentice of my own," Wuya said as she watched him wave to the Midoriyas who were leaving.

"You wish to rekindle the Heylin side," Omi grunted in annoyance.

"Possibly, I think I might like teaching, I can't possibly do a worse job than you," she laughed at the monk who folded his arms and steamed.

"And who would willingly subject themself to you, hmm," Omi growled.

"Why Izuku of course, he's clearly talented and I think you're wasting it on this Wudai nonsense, he'd make an excellent Warlock," Wuya purred.

"Ahah, that is so funny that I forgot to laugh," he laughed.

Rolling her eyes Wuya strolled along the garden with Omi. "I might be serious, he is a good kid."

"Which is why he'd never succeed in Heylin magic," Omi replied.

"It's not all evil," Wuya defended but started to lose her temper at Omi's snickering. "Grr, fine be that way," Wuya stomped off.

"He's a good kid," Wuya shook herself out of her thoughts. "Let him have his chance."

"Fine, we'll take the scenic route, they only give fifteen minutes for the entrance exam, so we'd make it just after it's over," Ryuko agreed to listen to Wuya. Ryuko turned her head to look at Omi who was on her back. "The school is this way," she said. "It's been a while so I hope I don't get lost."

Izuku was panting heavily, not from exhaustion, but from excitement, he'd torn through the U.A. bots, he had heard the tales from Master Omi about the various Jack-Bots they did battle with over the years and Omi was even able to get him a couple to spar with after calling up the Spice Co. and requesting a few from a special account, earmarked for Ice Cream.

And these weren't all that different, bulkier than the Jack-bots, but less agile so Izuku's higher speed from his training, he was running circles around the machines. "This is so awesome," he cheered as he sliced through another machine with his Tornado Strike.

"I am so busted," Izuku slumped as he saw his Master staring down at him, clearly disappointed. "Master Omi, I," he opened his mouth to defend his actions when another voice called out.

"Excuse me," Nezu said as he came over with some of his staff members. "I do not know who you are, but you should not be here."

"I know, we are leaving, Izuku," Omi held out his hand. Reaching into his robes he pulled out the Golden Tiger Claws. "I am sorry for wasting your time," Omi said firmly to the U.A. staff.

Ryuko was in the back talking to Cementoss, who was an upperclassman when she attended the school, after falsifying some documents of course to hide her true age. "Come on Ken, help me out, I need to know, would he have passed," she pleaded.

Before anyone could do anything the alarms started to blare around the school as an explosion sounded across the field. "Are we under attack?" Nezu shouted.

"Not exactly," Ryuko groaned as she realized that Wuya was trying to make a dramatic entrance. "Wuya, we're over here, no one saw it," she shouted.

The Heylin Witch quickly flew over to the group of teachers who were now getting defensive about so many unauthorized people trespassing. "Oh but I did this really cool bit where I melted the front gate and walked through the flames," Wuya pouted.

"I bet it was cool," Izuku mumbled as he would have liked to have seen the dramatic entrance.

"I bet that you are going to spend the next few months scrubbing every inch of the temple clean," Omi warned. "With a toothbrush," he added on to make Izuku cringe.

"Oh come on you old fuddy duddy," Wuya said as she came over and rubbed Izuku's shoulders gently showing she was on his side. "You wouldn't even let the boy take the test, what's the harm in it?"

"He has no business wasting his time trying to be like one of these heroes," Omi shouted as he gestured to the staff who looked deeply offended at the remark.

"Excuse me," Nezu tried to interject.

"Oh really, because you were always the greatest hero the world ever knew," Wuya waved her hands in the air. "Puhlease, sure you saved it a few times, from myself on occasion, but you were never the prime example of purity," Wuya screamed.

"I think I deserve some answers," Ths Principal chimed in once again.

"At least I never tried to take over the world," Omi shouted. "I am trying to make him the hero this world needs, not some grandstanding celebrity that Kimiko would have read about in her magazines."

"This has gone on long enough," Nezu said in frustration. He was prepared to order his staff to arrest the trespassers when Izuku spoke up.

"I'm sorry okay," Izuku he said. "I know I shouldn't have come here, I know you don't want me to be a hero, I understand it Master Omi, I'll just go," he said as he put on the Shen Gong Wu. "Golden Tiger Claws," he said activating the artifact before slashing a portal open and disappearing from the U.A. campus.

"Now look at what you did," Wuya screamed loudly.

"Me," Omi denied. "It's you and her who took so long getting here that I wasn't able to stop him."

"All Might," Nezu shouted over the arguing duo.

The Number One hero rushed forward and was prepared to stop the argument before he slammed into the ground in confusion. Despite their focus elsewhere, Omi and Wuya had centuries of experience on All Might and powers far different from what he was expecting and the hero quickly found himself unable to move.

"Stay out of this," both the Heylin Witch and the Wudai Master shouted at the hero.

"Hey, if anyone wants to know how he did," Ryuko roared, her voice much louder than any of the others could match. "Ken, if you would," she huffed as she felt highly annoyed at how crap this situation had turned. "I have to go get Izuku." she said as shifted into a dragon and flew off to find the missing child.

"He passed, even if we only count his villain points for destroying the machines, he's got first place," Ken said as he moved over to the group. "If he gets enough hero points from all the help he gave other test takers and saving one of them, he's going to break our records. We've never had any one like him," Ken continued.

"Now that the shouting is over," Nezu said as he straightened his tie. "Can you tell me who you people are?" his tone demanding answers.

Izuku sat on the ledge of the pier, sniffling as he felt his emotions well up inside him. He heard the familiar wing beat behind him and didn't even turn to look and see who showed up.

"This sucks kiddo," Ryuko said as she seated herself next to Izuku.

"I screwed up," Izuku said softly.

"No you didn't," Ryuko disagreed. "This situation is screwed up," she told him.

"But I promised to listen to Master Omi when I agreed to start training," Izuku said. "And he said I wasn't to go to U.A. and be a hero."

"Omi isn't right about everything, and you shouldn't always listen to him," Ryuko sighed. "He's an excellent martial artist, a great teacher, but he's still human, and he has his faults."

"So you mean to tell me," Nezu groaned as he rubbed his temples from the tale each of them had told. They had no reason to keep their histories secret as they explained Izuku's training and part of what their organization was about. "Well at least that explained the strange records from two hundred or so years ago."

"Now if it is all the same," Omi said. "I would like you to destroy Izuku's test, he will not be attending your school."

"No," Nezu said firmly. "I don't think I will. He is an excellent candidate and I don't see why I shouldn't admit him."

"Because he doesn't have a quirk, that's one of your rules," Omi said as he had actually looked up the admission process for U.A. to find a way to firmly deny Izuku should this come up.

"Irrelevant, his Wudai?" Nezu said, pausing to make sure he had the term correct. "Are well on the same level as a quirk of his own. We can make an exception."

"He has duties at the temple that are more important than what you could teach him here," Omi said. "He will need to be ready to move onto his next stage of training."

"I'm certain our standards can meet your own," Nezu growled not liking someone calling his school subpar. "We would in fact be able to teach him a more diverse set of skills than you could on your own."

Omi wasn't used to having people disagreeing with him, it had been decades since the last time this happened. "He is too important to the balance of this world to waste his time running around when the other warriors have not shown themselves," Omi admitted.

Wuya had a moment of clarity. "Holy shit, that's it, isn't it," she realized. "You're dying, aren't you Omi."

"Yes," Omi answered quietly. "I have been getting weaker every day, I saw a doctor about it, as much as I did not want to, I have only a few months left," he said. "I have to have Izuku ready at that time to protect the Shen Gong Wu, while you may be good now, there are still other threats out there that would endanger the world should they fall into the wrong hands. He must be ready for when that day comes."

"If I may," All Might said as he picked himself up off the ground. "I have a little bit of history when it comes to situations like this." The hero could tell that this situation was much like his own and thus had some insight. As he explained the history of his quirk to the witch and martial arts master, Izuku was sitting in a small shop with Ryuko.

"I don't know what to do Ryuko," Izuku admitted as he and the dragon lady sat on the bench.

"Do what you think is right," she said as she looked at the kid. "If you don't know what the correct path to take is, choose the one that helps the most people," she offered wisdom.

"So I should be a hero," Izuku asked.

"You are a hero," Ryuko shook her head. "The only difference is this will show everyone else just how much of one you are."

"I want to do it," Izuku nodded.

"Good, let's finish our meal and then go back, I am the old man's ride after all," Ryuko chuckled as they were handed their ramen bowls.

It was nearly dusk when a portal ripped open back on the yard of the U.A. campus. "Hey," Izuku said as he looked at the ground.

"Izuku," Master Omi said.

"No I need to say something," Izuku said quickly. "I'm going to go to U.A., I'm going to be a hero, not for the fame, or money, but because it's what I want to do, what I've always wanted to do," he firmly declared. "I want to help people and that's all I've ever wanted, so I'm sorry Master Omi, I have to do this," he huffed as he spat out his piece.

"I agree," Omi said softly. "I was wrong to try and place you on my path," he said as he knelt down. "You are your own person and I have to let my fears go, because you will need to be who you were meant to be," he placed a hand on Izuku's shoulder.

"Really," Izuku said in shock as he hadn't expected his master to accept his decision.

"I will expect nothing but the best from you, but I have never been disappointed with your work before, so make me proud," the old master pulled his student into a hug.

"So does that mean," Izuku smiled brightly.

"Yes Young Midoriya," All Might said, "Welcome to your Hero Academia."

"This is the greatest day of my life," Izuku whooped.

"You're still in trouble taking the Golden Tiger Claws without permission," Omi firmly stated.

"Whoo, top five," Izuku amended his previous remark.