A/N I know I know it's been a while since I updated this fic. But it's a long one for what I usually update. Hope you enjoy it.

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Compared to Homeroom the rest of their classes were easy. It consisted of introducing themselves and naming their quirks. It was a short day but after dealing with his classmates he was ready to go home. There were less hateful looks from members of Murim. And he was the disciple of the two biggest "villains" of their world.

Once they were dismissed to go home Izuku was the first out of the classroom. He was swiftly followed by Katsuki. They walked side by side in complete silence for a while. He wondered if Katsuki was going to comment on his second place in their exam. To his surprise though the other didn't say a word even as they made their way outside.

They weren't the only students out on the grounds. General Education students were the first ones out. If he had to guess it was because they weren't in a specialized course. The three other courses were specialized in a way that they were practically required to stay late.

One particular student caught his attention. He had purple hair that seemed to defy gravity. Dark bags lay under his eyes in a way that reminded Izuku of Aizawa. The eyes glared at the two of them, however. Someone who wanted to be a hero but had not passed the exams he was sure. Without a word, to him, Izuku dipped his head in greeting.

When they reached the gates of UA he wanted to groan. A dark sedan was in front of the gates. There was little doubt in his mind who was waiting for him. Sure enough, as soon as was visible to them Gyu Bum had jumped out of the driver's side.

Katsuki asked as the man approached them, "Who the fuck are you?"

Izuku greeted tiredly, "Gyu Bum good afternoon. What can I do for you?"

The man glanced at Katsuki before he said, "Good afternoon. I was hoping you would allow me to take you home today, Izuku-nim."

Narrowing his eyes Izuku asked, "What's wrong? You normally wouldn't be asking this of me. Usually, you have someone follow from a distance."

No matter what he did or where he went he was always being followed. They tried to be discreet about it but well it was Gyu Bum. The man prioritized what he saw as Izuku's safety over being subtle. As annoying as it was he hadn't had any more issues with other clans. So he counted it as a success.

Gyu Bum wouldn't meet his eyes as he said, "There have been worrying reports and we want to ensure that you aren't attacked. Gaju I only wish to ensure your safety. For me, please."

Izuku folded his arms across his chest as he insisted, "Reports of what? Gyu Bum there shouldn't be anyone who has an interest in me."

There was a flash of uncertainty in Gyu Bum's face as he glanced around. It was as if he expected to be attacked at any moment. What in the world was going on here? With his position as a hero student, he couldn't be attacked by members of Murim. They would risk an all-out war with the heroes if they tried.

The stubborn set of his jaw had Gyu Bum reluctantly saying, "There is a group known as the Black Forest Defense Group. Your... master, Goomoonryong is thought to be a part of them but it has never been confirmed. A subgroup was made calling themselves the Soldiers Under the Command. Or S.U.C for short."

Suspicions aroused Izuku asked his voice colder than ice, "Under the command of who?"

"Command of the Dragon."

Both Gyu Bum and Katsuki winced at the fluctuation of his ki. The pressure around them grew intense and made it difficult to move. Though it only lasted for a brief moment before it dissipated.

Izuku asked as lightning flicked across his body, "Is there any proof that my master is in control? Or is it all just hearsay?"

Gyu Bum swallowed nervously as he said, "So far there is no proof but we don't want to take chances. The main organization is made up of powerful influential people. We need to be cautious. What we do know however is that they mean you harm. Which means we need to keep them as far away from you as possible."

"Fine," growled but the lightning coming off of him spoke of his anger.

Cautiously he was led into the car as he said his goodbyes to Katsuki. Then they were gone headed towards his house. It took several moments for him to calm down enough for the lightning to be completely gone. Even then he was still eyed by his watchdog in the mirror.

They were almost to his home when Gyu Bum's phone rang. He didn't say anything at first as he answered it. Izuku watched intently as the blood drained from his face. Without warning, Gyu Bum made a U-turn that sent him reeling. All around them cars let their annoyance be known.

Izuku questioned anger lacing his voice, "What the hell are you doing?"

"One of our retainers reported that there are several confirmed members of the S.U.C at your home. We need to get you to a safe spot while they are dealt with."

A cold shiver ran down his spine. Murim would do anything to ensure he did not live to see another birthday. They would even go so far as to stake out his home. Wait home! His mom! It was the first day of a new school year. She always got off work early to see him after the first day. No matter how busy she was.

There was little doubt in his mind that they would attack her. Use her to get to him and draw him out. He could not allow that to happen.

Without thinking of the consequences he unbuckled his seat belt and flung the car door open. Vaguely he could hear Gyu Bum trying to talk to him but he ignored the other. There was no way the man would take him to warn his mother of the danger. He had to go even if it was against his best interest.

Using his ki he was able to step out of the car without injury. He didn't wait to immediately take off running towards his home. Even as he heard the screeching of tires and Gyu Bum calling after him.

It only took him three minutes to reach his street. Outside blocking traffic both in the street and on the sidewalk were people in skeleton Halloween costumes. This must be the S.U.C. Even from a distance, he could see their impatience. They were shifting around and taking small steps forward and back. Only a few were muttering to themselves. What they were saying was lost in the distance.

So many... Izuku couldn't honestly give an accurate assessment of his chances. The last time he had faced down so many he had done the smart thing and ran. Here there wasn't that option. If he tried they would use his mom against him.

His right-hand trailer to where he kept his pellet dispenser. Using that technique here would be dangerous. He could see bystanders wondering what was going on. If he used Fanged Destruction civilians would be caught in the crossfire. That was a no-no in both worlds. Maybe 3000 Lightning Movement would be a better option. A lot smaller chance of civilians being caught in the crossfire. The only problem was how much ki it required to be done properly.

Shit! They saw him! No time to consider his options further. 3000 Lightning Movement would have to do.

Izuku dropped two pellets into his hand and took them. The influx of ki was enough to draw even those who ignored his initial arrival. Dozens of dark eyes were now watching his every move. As they began to take steps towards him he launched himself at them.

The world seemed to slow as his ki activated. In his head, he was counting each movement he made. His enemies seemed to move at a snail's pace. They could do nothing as he threw them around like rag dolls. Within seconds all but ten of the skeleton men were laid out on the ground.

A sigh escaped him as the world returned to its usual pace. If someone had been watching it would have seemed like over a hundred people suddenly collapsed. That he had teleported from one end of the street to in front of the building. Lightning still ran up and down his body but in smaller bouts. Instinctively he pulled his ki from his center as cracked as it was and forced it to purify.

The remaining skeleton men stepped back in fear. Though he could not see their faces he knew they were contorted in fear. A few glanced around trying to find a way to escape. All shook with their fear.

Izuku snarled, "Why are you here? What are your goals?"

The group looked at each other in uncertainty. None of them was the leader then.

He tried again, "Who is your leader? Where are they?"

Again no one answered. His ki presence intensified and all ten of them flinched. Several took steps back away from him and one turned tail and ran. Now there were nine.

Then one stepped forward. A familiar voice of one of his bullies, Tsubasa said, "Our leader does not deign to give you his presence. However, you know his name. You false disciple."

False disciple? Really he was the false disciple here? These people were truly delusional, weren't they?

Tsubasa continued not allowing Izuku to get a word in, "We will force the false disciple back! Chang Ho will become the true Disciple of Goomoonryong! As he is the Disciple of Jin Yup. Kill the false disciple!"

That seemed to rally the remaining skeleton members. Fine then, it seemed he wouldn't be able to talk his way out of this. A glance around him showed that the civilians had moved to a safe distance. They had seen what Izuku had done to the ones in Halloween Costumes. That meant he could let his ki run wild once more. He had to protect those on this street and his master's honor.

Izuku unbuttoned his uniform jacket and pulled it off. It would only slow him down here. He dropped it down onto the ground and rolled up his shirt sleeves. Then he entered the opening stance of the inner strike technique.

Tsubasa lunged forward using a slow version of lightning steps, first form Jin. Izuku frowned. This was someone who thought they were worthy of being called Disciple of the Dragon? Best show them the error of their ways.

Easily he slid around the arm that grabbed at him. Tsubasa shot past him almost losing his balance. He tried again and got the same result. It was like Izuku trying to face down Hyuk. The difference in skill was nearly laughable.

Even when the others joined the fray Izuku was easily able to keep out of their reach. Quick uses of inner strike would send them flying. And they did not get up again. Each breath came one movement or another. It was his own inner tempo.

Tsubasa kept coming at him. Weakened versions of his master's techniques. It angered Izuku to think this person dared think that his master would claim him. No Chun would only take the strongest. The one who was able to keep up and put up a fight. Tsubasa relied too heavily on his quirk when he was young. He didn't learn to use his ki during critical years. Izuku despite everything had started learning young. Anyone who started after the age of nine would never reach their full potential. Izuku's ki reserves were smaller than they should be for his age but he made up for it with his control.

Izuku threw Tsubasa back with an inner strike. The other boy coughed painfully and he knew under the mask was blood. Neither were breathing very hard but things weren't as easy as they thought it would be. Tsubasa had a tenacity that kept him from staying down.

As they prepared to go again an explosion rocked the street. The force of the blast threw him and Tsubasa off their feet and nearly to the other side of the street. For a moment he blacked out as his head hit the concrete.

When he came to his ears rang and blood trickled from his mouth as he sat up. He must have bitten his lip when he thrown back. What? What happened?

Looking up he felt his heart skip a beat. All around him people were screaming bloody murder. The few with enough sense to help were dragging the injured away from a blazing inferno. A blazing inferno that had once been his house.

His only thought was, MOM!

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The station was in chaos. Everyone had gone out to the fire to aid in crowd control. Naomasa had been no exception until he realized he recognized the street. Recognized the house that had been burned.

Almost immediately Tsuragamae had seen the look. Out of everyone he was close to only the Chief knew that he had a sibling. A little sister who had been estranged from for more than 20 years. Tsuragamae knew where to find and contact Inko should anything had happened to him. Now it was the other way around.

Twenty years with very little contact with his sister. The last time they had met was ten years ago when her husband divorced her. In a moment of weakness, she had needed someone to talk to and arrived late at his house. She refused to tell him what had happened and after a few drinks, he drove her home. When he tried to contact her later she refused to answer his calls.

Tsuragamae forced him to leave the crime scene. Thanks to his conflict of interest he couldn't aid in any way. If they did catch the person that did it they could argue he planted evidence.

All he could do was watch from the sidelines. Watch as his friends and coworkers tried their hardest to put out the first. An effort that took over four hours to do. Witness statements had been taken and Naomasa watched as people in skeleton costumes were taken away in handcuffs.

Several witnesses had indicated to a single teenager in a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and school uniform pants. From his position, Naomasa couldn't see his features very well. His hair was dark in color but the light was fading fast making it impossible to tell an exact color.

Naomasa watched as Sansa approached the kid and led him to one of the police cars. Wincing he returned his attention to the buildings. Several had been damaged and it would be weeks before they could fix it. The kid probably lived in one of the other buildings.

Tsuragamae was making his way over to where he stood. Naomasa blinked in surprise. What could his boss be wanting now? As long as he didn't interfere the other normally didn't care that he watched. Keeping an eye on things was part of his job after all.

Pushing off the wall he had been leaning on he stood stiff. His boss wouldn't approach unless there was an issue. He needed to be ready for whatever it was. As Tsuragamae approached however Naomasa saw the drooping ears. The way his shoulders were lowered as if a great weight had been laid upon them.

Tsuragamae said gripping his shoulder and forcefully turning him away from the scene, "You need to go back to the station. Right now before Child Protection Services get there."

"Wait," he tried to turn around and look at his boss but the man kept a strong grip on his shoulder, "What is going on? Why do I need to go to the station?"

Tsuragamae asked hurt forming in his dark eyes, "Why did you never mention that your sister had a kid?"

Naomasa felt his throat close and he asked in a strangled voice, "What?"