Welcome to the renewed chapter of Avatar: Era of Izuku.

Especially announcements about the future of Izuku's future, and love life.

In case anyone wants to see Izuku's hero costume it's available to see on Wattpad, including an explanation why his costume is different from canon.

The original work was written by Op Taipan.


BOOK TWO:

FIRE

CHAPTER TWO:

FIRST STEPS


Izuku stared at the old man with wide eyes and an agape mouth, "Di-did you just say… K-Korra?" He coughed out, his throat feeling as dry as a desert.

With one name, the man before Izuku managed to shatter every illusion the boy was trying to impose upon himself. One by one, the excuses he kept telling himself since yesterday began to crumble, now no longer capable of being clung to. The boy was left with nothing but the memories of his encounter with the blue-cladded woman; the knowledge that it was real beginning to dawn on him.

It really happened. He was really the Avatar. 'That's not true…' The boy tried to tell himself, desperate for those words to hold real weight. 'That's not true. That's not true at all!' He repeated over and over, trying to cement it within him that he was convinced in his words.

But he wasn't convinced, not at all. And the thought alone was enough to send a new, unrecognizable emotion gurgling down his throat.

The notion went against all logic the boy was familiar with, in opposition to his beliefs and his desires. It should have been easy to tell himself everything was one big fabrication and be done with it, even once was supposed to be enough. And yet, once turned twice, and then thrice. By this point, the boy has lost count of how many times he had tried to repudiate himself.

Against his wishes, a part of him still believed regardless, and he knew it. That was the reason he was so desperate to fight against it. So determined to fight his own frozen body. It was screaming at him; begging for him to just accept everything already, yearning for it.

And yet, despite the pleas, he still struggled.

Because he was afraid of what it would mean to admit it to be true.

Afraid of the impossible responsibilities the role would thrust on him. Afraid of the notion he would fail to fulfill them. Afraid to admit he was already a failure of an Avatar who couldn't even save someone right in front of him.

But in the end, it was a lost battle.

If the old man did, in fact, know about what was going on in the boy's mind, he did not show it. Instead, he merely joined his hands together, right hand closed in a fist with his left palm held open above it.

"Hello, young Avatar. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Iroh." The old man said, his voice as gentle as the small smile on his face. As he spoke, the man arched his back and bowed; his hands still maintaining the weird salute that resembled a flame in its shape.

Avatar. That one word was enough to snap Izuku back to reality.

Izuku wasn't sure why, but it felt good to be addressed as such. His heart jumped in a little dance; the kind one would get when they were recognized for something they were proud of doing.

Yet with the exhilaration came an unpleasant weight in his stomach. It was a confirmation; an affirmation of something he was not yet ready to acknowledge.

Be its meaning as it may, for now, its use did its intended purpose.

Shaken out of his stupor, Izuku scrambled in place with flailing arms before straightening them at his sides and giving a deeper bow than what manners dictated, "I-I'm Midoriya Izuku! It's nice to meet you!"

He almost burst out coughing when he introduced himself, the cold air against his dry throat felt like daggers.

Not knowing what to do, Izuku remained in his bowing position in silence; his tongue frantically scouring his inner mouth to get some moisture back. The boy kept his head down, not daring to look up yet as his nervous eyes bore a hole in the gray pavement.

It was only now, with neither of them talking and his mind relatively centered, that he began noticing the staring and the whispering.

"What is that kid doing?" One woman asked her friend, both walking past him wearing pompous coats and holding even haughtier purses.

The second woman just shrugged, clearly uninterested, "Don't know, don't care."

From the other side of side of the street, Izuku could practically feel the disapproving glare of a grumpy old man, "Isn't he a little old for imaginary friends?"

The boy's neck prickled with the familiar feeling of multiple judgmental stares on him, something he got accustomed to in school. No matter how used to it he was, Izuku still shuddered in an anxious mix of embarrassment and nerves.

What made it worse was that now he was in public. There was no desk to hide behind or a bell that would end his misery, he felt naked and exposed.

But, despite his discomfort, he was still able to pick up on what was said around him, 'Why did he say, "imaginary friends"?' The boy's face scrunched up in confusion. Izuku straightened his back and looked around, noticing how he caught the eyes of the about half the street; howbeit Iroh didn't even receive one glimpse.

'What is going on?'

He turned again to face the old man. 'He's called Iroh' he corrected himself.

On his part, Iroh seemed to understand the cause of the bafflement plastered on the boy's face, for not a moment later he explained, "None of them can see me like you can, I'm afraid." Iroh said wistfully, watching the passersby with lugubrious eyes.

"Why?" Izuku found himself blurting out, unable to restrain himself.

Once again goosebumps spread on Izuku's skin as he drew in more stares for seemingly talking to himself.

Ignoring the feeling, the boy squinted his eyes as he inspected Iroh's body, trying to find the reason as to why Iroh was invisible to all but him.

Upon discovering that the old man's body was semitransparent, allowing the boy to faintly see the street behind the man, Izuku almost shrieked.

And when a running businessman went through Iroh in a rush, Izuku did shriek.

"Out of the way!" The suited man barked at the kid as he pushed him aside, almost hitting Izuku in the head with his suitcase.

"Ow!" The greenette held his shoved shoulder in care, watching the retreating form of the man who almost tackled him, undoubtedly on his way to work.

Iroh took a step forward, making sure the boy was okay, "Maybe we should talk someplace else?" He suggested as Izuku dodged another rushing pedestrian, "A busy street is no place for a private conversation."

Izuku discreetly nodded his head, taking care as to not draw more attention to him. The amount he had on him right now was already bad enough.

And so, with a barely noticeable gesture to follow him, Izuku began leading the way with Iroh close behind. They remained in silence as they walked with the pedestrians, some of whom still looked at him funny, much to Izuku's chagrin.

Slowly, as they got further away from the area of town filled with shops and offices, the crowd began to dwindle down. By the time they made it to the more residential areas, they were the only ones on the streets.

After taking one final look to make sure they were truly alone, Izuku opened his mouth, "How come everyone else couldn't see you?" He asked, no longer able to hold back his spirit of inquiry.

Iroh stepped forward, now walking beside the boy instead of behind, "They couldn't see me because I am a spirit. Most mortals can't see us on their own, and even fewer know of our existence."

Spirit. He heard that word before. 'Didn't Korra said my teacher would be a spirit?' Back then, her words made no sense to him; as he had no frame of reference as to what a spirit was.

Now though…

"Soooo…" Izuku began, intentionally drawing out his voice; taking measures to ensure what he was about to say sounded like a question as to not offend the man."… You being a spirit means you come from the spirit world, right? Does that mean all spirits look like humans? Just…" The boy paused, mulling over to find an apt word, "…Spirity…?"

Iroh let out a hearty chuckle, "No, not exactly. I take it Korra didn't manage to tell you everything in the time you had together?"

Izuku's face fell, a sullen expression taking over, "No, she didn't."

The boy's mood seemed to affect Iroh, as the man's gentle smile wavered for a moment; too fast to be noticed by the boy. "Well, that is what I'm here for; a teacher's job is to teach their student, is it not?"

"I guess…" Izuku murmured. Despite himself, he felt the familiar giddiness of learning something new build up in him.

"To answer your inquiries about the spirits: You were right about the first part, spirits do originate from the spirit world. As for if all spirits are like me… then, no. Us spirits are even more varied than humans have grown to be, and our appearances reflect that."

'More varied than humans…?' Izuku's imagination began to run rampant, conjuring up ridiculous creatures like a dragon resembling Ryukyu with peacock feathers and a flaming Gang Orca that had the scythes of a mantis for hands.

Avatar or not, a child's imagination is both a wonderous and a bizarre thing.

"You will seldom find two spirits who are alike, both in appearance and in character; I think that's what makes them, and humans as well, so interesting."

The boy couldn't explain it, but there was something incredibly calming and tranquil about the man. Just by listening to him speak, so calm, collected, and patient; it made his anxiety simmer down and his muscles relax.

It was almost felt like he some sort of a magical grandpa or an uncle; ready to impart his wisdom on all those willing to learn.

Although, somethings had yet to add up about the explanation. It was not the apparent existence of Yōkai-like beings that bothered him, no; he had already seen far too much to bat an eye at something like that.

It was something else. Something he was afraid to ask; wary of the answer he already had a semblance of.

But Izuku was an inquisitive boy by nature, there was no way he wouldn't.

"You said mortals can't see spirits…" The boy began to ask, his voice slightly subdued, "So how come I can?"

Iroh's answer came not a second later, as if the knowledge was trivial and required no real thought, "You can see spirits because you are the Avatar…".

Izuku expected that much from the answer, though he didn't look forward to the reminder.

What he wasn't prepared for was what Iroh said next, "…You are the great bridge between man and spirit, it is only natural that you'll be able to see us."

Izuku froze where he stood.

If his throat felt like a desert before, then he didn't even have a word to describe how dry it felt right now.

He couldn't believe he just heard that, he didn't want to believe. He wasn't even aware he was the Avatar for a day, and already he was thrust with another impossible responsibility. Hell, he didn't even know what spirits were until thirty seconds ago! And now he learned he was supposed to be this 'great bridge' between the entirety of humanity and them?!

He wanted to yell. He wanted to shout. He wanted to run home, hide beneath his blanket and tell himself this was all a dream over and over again.

Be he did none of the above; at his state, he couldn't even do that. The boy's legs remained rooted in their spot, a feeling of weakness surging through them as if the actual weight of the world now burdened his shoulders.

Iroh kept walking, gaining a bit of a distance until he noticed the boy was no longer in pace with him. He stopped and turned around, now looking at the small boy whose face was contorted with distraught.

"S-s-stop it…" Izuku pleaded, his voice low and shaking. The boy's hands were clenched at his sides, trembling uncontrollably, "I can't do that. I can't do any of the stuff you and Korra keep saying I'm supposed to. SO JUST STOP!"

The bawl couldn't have been more desperate even if Izuku went on his knees and begged. The yell echoed out around them, reflected by the empty tenements.

Taking in puffs of air as if he were almost just got choked to death, Izuku lowered his head; adamant on not making eye contact.

"H-how…" The boy whispered; barely audible, "How can you and Korra keep saying stuff like this? How can you expect any of that from me?"

There was a self-deprecating tone to those words, one that Iroh did not miss.

The old man stepped forward, crouching down so that he would be at eye level with Izuku. He put a hand on top of Izuku's head, and while the boy did not feel its touch, a warm sensation -like rays of sun in the spring- spread through his curls and on his head. "You are overwhelmed." Iroh stated, his certainty irrefutable "And you have every right to be." The old man kept his gaze locked with the boy's, "But I promise that feeling is only temporary. It will go away with time."

Izuku shook his head in denial, "B-but! This is just too much!"

The boy still had no idea what he could do. He wasn't strong like Endeavor, fast like Edgeshot, quick-witted like Best-Jeanist, or perfect like All Might.

He was just one kid. One clumsy, stuttering mess of a kid. There was no way he could carry the weight of the world like that.

The boy's eyes grew moist as tears began to build up, "I-I-I…I just can't…" Izuku averted his gaze, ashamed of both his tears and his inadequacy.

Unlike the boy, Iroh's gaze remained fixated. The old man let his transparent hands brush past the boy's eyelid, as if he were wiping away tears.

The feeling of warmth got the boy to look at him again.

"Right now, I don't expect you to do any of that," Iroh said, watching as the boy's eyes went wide. "You are still too young and inexperienced. Being the Avatar is no easy task, and you are right to say you are not ready."

Izuku blinked rapidly, a failed attempt at getting his tears under control, "T-t-then, why tell me I'm the Avatar…? Why drop all those responsibilities on me…?".

Iroh gave him a reassuring smile. "You might not be ready right now, but that can change. That is why I am here, to help you become ready. You have plenty to learn. The road in front of you is long, twisted, and full of obstacles."

Iroh gripped both of the boy's shoulders, the comforting heat going down his throat like a hot cup of peppermint tea, "But I believe you can do it. I am sure that at the road's end, you'll emerge stronger and wiser than you ever thought you'll be." The man's sincerity could be felt with every word that came out of his mouth, he truly meant what he was saying.

Fat tears streamed down the boy's cheeks, soft sniffles escaping his nose. 'He… he believes in me…' The boy himself couldn't. Words of encouragement were seldom directed at him. And when they were, they usually came from his family, his teacher, or his friend. And while those words never failed to warm his heart, he knew that they still might be biased.

But Iroh, despite his familiarity with him, was still a stranger. He had only just met him, and yet he still believed.

Believed in him.

That knowledge alone was enough the make Izuku's heart clench. The boy held a hand over his chest, grasping at the fabric as if that would give his buckling knees the strength to remain standing.

"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. You may not be able to end it today, or tomorrow, or the day after and the day after that. But you can take the first step today. And that is enough."

The boy didn't think he could form cohesive words, so he left his mouth shut. He took in deep breaths one after the other, wiping his face with his sleeve while doing so.

It took a few minutes, but eventually, he calmed down. He was still a mess; his face was still wet and sticky with tears and his breathing still came out in nasal rasps. Nevertheless, a determined glint sparked brightly in the boy's eyes, as if he felt ready to take on the world.

And so, with a strong nod of the head and a shout, he proclaimed, "I'll do it!"


"Midoriya Izuku?" Class 2-1's teacher recited the student's name as a part of rollcall, her eyes on the attendance sheet in her hands.

She received no response from the classroom.

"Is Midoroya not here?" Yukimura said as she lifted her head, scanning the room in search of the student.

The boy's seat was empty, and the teacher was forced to write down his absence with a small frown. "Weird… I didn't get a call from his parents saying he won't come…" she murmured to herself, her eyes shifting to the girl to the right of the empty chair.

"Jirou?" The girl jumped when she was called upon.

"Y-yes, sensei?" Jirou responded.

"Is there a chance you know where Midoriya is?" Yukimura asked the girl, the person most likely to know something seeing as she was his only friend.

"N-no, sensei, I don't know." Jirou shook her head in denial.

Sighing in slight disappointment, the teacher shook her head before continuing with rollcall, leaving Jirou alone to stew with her thoughts.

'Where is he…?' Jirou played with her jacks in agitation as her gaze was glued to Izuku's empty seat. 'It's not like him to skip class, he would've at least said something…'

A thought she did not want to explore crossed her mind. She gripped her jacks tighter, her mind growing anxious and tense with worry, 'What if he ran into villains again…'.


After Izuku's proclamation, it didn't take long for the duo to reach their destination.

They were now in the boy's usual spot, now completely devoid of anyone other than them both. Chima was far underground, not aware his owner was here; Jirou was at school; and Mimi decided to stay at home today due to the cold weather.

The forecast predicted snow today, and whilst it has yet to fall, ominous grey clouds still wafted gently in the sky, obstructing the sun in a typical late December fashion. The lack of snow was fine for Izuku, at least had a dry patch of grass to sit on.

The boy sat crossed legged with Iroh, listening attentively as the old man told Izuku his story, completely shattering his world view.

The old man told him stories of ancient times, when there were only four nations; when the animals he met in the caverns roamed the earth; and when people had not quirks, but the power to control the elements.

He told him the stories of one person, who, across multiple lifetimes, did what they had to, and brought peace to the world, each in their own way.

Izuku took it all in, his pupils dilated in stupefaction as the tale went on and on.

As outrageous as those sagas were, they still made sense to Izuku. Every piece of information he was fed got absorbed by his mind and placed just where it belonged to in the puzzle. By the time Iroh's account came to an end, a clear picture was already formed in his head, one that put it to rest after its inquiries were answered.

Izuku heaved a big sigh of relief once it was all over. Finally, he had some answers to his numerous questions, and the nagging buzz in his had that demanded an explanation had left him alone.

It almost felt therapeutic.

Iroh, on his part, gave the boy a gentle smile, "Thank you for listening to this old man ramble for so long." The older man said as he got up, now looking down at an expectant Izuku.

"Now that you no longer have questions, we can begin your training in earnest. As korra already told you, the first thing you will need to learn is Firebending, and that's what we'll focus on today."

A giddy smile began to form on his face, and soon Izuku practically jumped to his feet as well, eager to begin. "All right! Then let's go!" He cheered, the notion of another quirk - 'bending' he corrected himself – for him to use making his skin prickle in anticipation.

But before the boy got the chance to start jumping in joy, Iroh held a hand up to stop him, "Not so fast, young Avatar." The old man chuckled in mirth, "Before we begin with physical practice, there are still things you need to know first."

The boy's shoulder slumped just the slightest bit as he sat back down. He wanted to give Firebending a go right away, his natural curiosity and obsession with special abilities practically demanding it from him. He wanted to try it, to experience it for himself and know what it was all about. Because to him, it didn't matter if it was a quirk or not, it still fascinated him, nonetheless.

That was why the disappointment in his eyes vanished once Iroh began to speak.

"Fire is the element of power." He said, slightly amused at the wonder Izuku was staring at him with, "Firebending is fueled by the bender's energy and strong drive; and tempered by an unflinching will and desire." For a moment, Iroh's expression became more serious as he looked at the boy straight in the eye, emphasizing the importance of what he was about to say. "Being a Firebender means possessing these qualities in spades; a person who do not will find his flame dim and his control lacking. They will never be a master."

Izuku's smile was replaced with a frown, 'Strong drive, and unflinching will…' The boy looked away, 'Do I really have those?' he impugned himself.

'You don't.' a foreign voice inside Izuku whispered. It sounded almost like his own; if only heavier, laced with venom and other emotions and intentions the boy couldn't decipher.

Izuku shook his head and pushed that voice away; resisting the urge to slap himself for good measure. 'Iroh believes is me.' He reminded himself. Surely, if the man who is going to teach him believed in him, he could do it.

Besides, he already agreed to give it a try. And if he gave up before even that, then his drive really was weak and his will definitely flinch.

Izuku was not ready to give up just yet. So, he refocused his gaze on Iroh, banishing any traces of doubt and fear from his face.

The old man's lip curved upwards as if he knew what went through the boy's head and he was satisfied with his conclusion. "Unlike the Earthbending you are accustomed to, Firebending doesn't hold a balance between offense and defense. It is intense, quick, and passionate; but it holds defensive prowess with little regard. That is why I must ask you to approach what you are about to learn with a clean state of mind."

"Okay." The greenette nodded along, his brows scrunched whilst he held his chin, 'That does sounds different from my qu-Earthbending…' the boy thought as recalled all the times he used his powers.

Now that he though back on it, Earthbending really did have a balance between offense and defense. Whenever he used it in a spar or a fight, he would construct shields and barriers just as much as he would attack. In fact, building a shield and then using it as a weapon was the basis to a lot of his moves.

That is not to say it didn't have weaknesses. Izuku would be the first to admit his mobility was lacking; and unlike the beasts who taught him, he himself was not very tanky to compensate.

This was the reason he came up with the idea to train himself to be faster; he saw it necessary to cover that vulnerability. It might have reduced how powerful his bending was, and his ability to defend himself, but it would still cover his biggest weakness.

'And isn't it better to not have a weakness at all?'

That was the logic that inspired Izuku's previous decision.

But now circumstances have changed.

Just like Earthbending, Firebending had a gaping weakness too. One lacked speed, the other a defense. But together? They could cover for each other; he could have the defense of his earth with the ferocity of Fire.

The possibilities were endless. And it got Izuku all excited. A quirk analyst – or from now on 'power analyst' – at heart, it didn't take long for him to plunge into his own world of muttering; the words that left his mouth faster than a tempest.

Iroh chuckled, somehow keeping up with the boy's rant, "You are already thinking like a master, Izuku." The older man laughed again as the boy stopped and began to blush, "Drawing wisdom from many different places is the key to growing stronger. That is what makes you, the Avatar, so powerful. And it is very good that you are already aware of that."

The boy wasn't entirely sure how to react to the praise. "T-thank you," Izuku stuttered out, a sheepish smile on his still red face, "S-sorry about my mumbling… I got a bit carried away…"

"No need to apologize, it was no trouble at all." The old man shook his head, trying to relieve the boy, "It is always a pleasure to teach an eager student."

The boy's freckled cheeks grew redder again at the compliment; a flushed glow that showed no signs of turning pinker as Iroh continued to talk.

"Now, back to Firebending! Or more specifically, the basics."

Izuku tilted his head like a confused puppy, "The basics? Like beginner moves and stuff?" He asked, comparing his past Earthbending training to his current one.

"No, not exactly…" Iroh shook his head, "There is a more fundamental level than even the simplest of moves. We might get a chance later today to try actual Firebending, but our focus now rests on you building up a strong foundation. To that end, I will teach you the most rudimentary level of any bending art: the basic stances and forms."

The look Izuku gave said it all, he had no idea what Iroh was talking about.

The old man couldn't say he didn't expect the reaction, seeing as the boy's previous training wasn't formal. "Try and think of it like this:" Iroh instructed, "As you already know, a bender needs to use their movement to direct their element in the way they wish to."

The boy nodded along, thinking back to his Earthbending training; how every posture or movement he made affected his power in a different way.

"In a sense, forms and stances are in fact the guidelines to that movement. They were created by past bending masters, who used their knowledge and experience to optimize their usage of the elements; to bring the most out of their bending. These teachings became the foundations to all bending as they were passed from master to student; allowing the newest generation to pick up where the previous had left off."

"Wow…" Izuku muttered in a low voice, 'That's so different from quirks…'.

Quirks could never work like that. They were unique to a holder, only on the best-case scenario would they pass on to more than one generation. That is simply how to genetic lottery worked. But because of that, every person had to figure out how their quirk worked for themselves; they had no real foundation built beforehand, they were forced to construct it on their own with the help of only their instincts.

But with bending? You had the knowledge and skills of countless generations just waiting to be learned; a pre-built foundation that was already stable and mighty. It could change and grow, evolve through a duration of time that quirks just could not compete with.

And that made Izuku wonder, 'Just how much more there is left for me to learn?'

The boy hummed in thought, "In other words, forms are the way to move to best bring out a bender's potential?"

"Exactly." Iroh approved, "Since they reached such an evolved state, using forms became a pre-requisite to almost all bending; using them will not only make your bending stronger but easier to use."

'That makes sense...' Izuku mused.

Izuku began to understand where Iroh was going, "So that's why you are teaching me forms first…". The boy couldn't help but compare it to his previous training "…This is so different from when I learned Earthbending from Chima."

That was putting it lightly. While it is true that Izuku saw the Badgermoles as his teachers, one could hardly call them that. It wasn't like they gave him lessons exactly, not that they could without the ability to speak.

Most of the time, their teaching included him just copying their movements and trying to replicate what they did. And after that was done, it didn't mean he was finished. He wasn't a quadruped like them, he walked on two feet, which meant he had to modify every trick he learned into something a human could use.

Learning like this did teach him the core concepts rather well, but it was still a rather tedious process.

"I guess it is…" Iroh agreed wholeheartedly, though he had a bit more to add, "It might be true that learning from Badgermoles is slower than learning from a master, but there is still an upside. The style you have created for yourself is unique, and while it still a bit rough around the edges, it will surely grow into something great."

Izuku perked up, "Do you really think so?"

Iroh answered without hesitation, "Yes. In fact, the greatest Earthbender I have ever met was trained by Badgermoles, just like you."

That statement spiked the boy's curiosity. He wanted to ask Iroh about it, but they had other things to do, and Iroh said as much.

"We'll start off with a couple of stances since they provide the basis for the forms." The old man gestured for Izuku to get up, and the boy was more than happy to oblige, "Now, watch closely, I'll correct you if anything is wrong. We'll start with the Ostrich horse stance." [1]

The boy nodded, even though he wanted to ask what an Ostrich horse is, as he watched Iroh demonstrate the stance.

The old man began to crouch, his feet apart with approximately two shoulder widths and his thighs parallel to the ground. His back was arched up, and the buttocks pushed out.

"This is the stance." Iroh said while maintaining his position for Izuku, "Now, you try."

The greenette nodded before inspecting Iroh and trying to mimic him. He spread his legs to about one and a half shoulder width and bent his knees. 'I've used this stance before…' The boy mused to himself, 'I use it whenever I Earthbend…'.

Due to his experience, the boy was confident in his performance, which is why it came as a surprise for him when Iroh shook his head.

"Your legs are not spread wide enough," The old man instructed, now no longer in the stance, "Also, your chest is being pushed outwards, you are not arching your back enough."

"Huh?" Izuku yipped, a bit dejected when he realized he had been doing the stance all wrong for years now. It felt weird for him when he corrected himself, spreading his legs further and pushing his buttocks out.

This time, Iroh nodded in approval, "Yes. This is much better. Now, I want you to leave your stance before returning to it again. It is important that you will be able to enter the stance perfectly."

"O-okay," Izuku said with a shaky voice. He got out of the stance, before entering it again. There were a few mistakes, but Iroh pointed them out quickly and he corrected them.

It took him six more tries until he did it perfectly, and about twenty more until he could do it like that every time he tried.

"I think that is enough." Iroh told the boy after his fortieth try, "You are now ready for the next stance."

The next stance the boy was shown was the Yuyen stance and after that the Cat, Twist, and Cranefish stances.

Each new stance became a bit more intricate then the last, requiring Izuku a couple more tries until he got them right. Sometimes, to make things more difficult, Iroh would ask Izuku to perform a stance they had already covered, and the boy would fumble for a bit before getting it right.

He shifted from one stance to another, from the low crouch of the Ostrich horse to the delicately balanced cat to the weird leg-knot that was the twist, all in less than fifteen seconds.

By the end of the exercise, he was sitting on the grass exhausted, rubbing his sore thighs.

The boy looked up, watching as Iroh gave an approving nod and a proud smile, "You have done well." The old man said, "You are quite the quick learner."

"T-thank…" Izuku flustered, his face a tinge redder.

The old man then looked up at the sky, a contemplative expression on his face, "I would have preferred if we did this with the sun out, but it is anything you can have in life, not everything..."

"What are you talking about?" The boy inquired, raising his head to the sky as well.

"Since you did so well, I thought I'd reward you by letting you produce your first fire..." Iroh began to say and Izuku's excitement kicked into overdrive, "…and that would have been easier with the sun out. We'll have to make do."

The greenette's mood dampened a bit at the statement, "But… We can still do it, right?" He asked, leaning on his arms like an eager puppy.

"Of course," Iroh confirmed without even stopping to contemplate. He gestured for the boy to get up, beginning to talk him through the process of Firebending for the first time. "The most important thing for you to remember is that power in Firebending comes from the breath, not the muscles. The breath becomes energy in the body, the energy extends past your limbs and becomes fire. Understand?"

The boy nodded his head repeatedly, showing Iroh that he in fact did.

"Then let us start." Iroh told Izuku, and the boy had to reign it in and not start jumping around in excitement, "Take a deep breath as you enter the Ostrich horse stance," The old man demonstrated by entering the stance before slowly switching it with another. He turned to face the right, straightened his left leg, and began to lean forward, "Then, exhale through the mouth as you shift into the Yuyen stance, thrusting your arms like this." His left arm was pointed forward, his right at his five o'clock.

"That is the basic sequence." Iroh told the boy, repeating it one more time in normal speed, "Remember. When you inhale, let your breath into your core and kindle your inner fire; when you exhale; the breath will take with it a flicker of that ablaze flame, drawing it outside of your body and into the air."

"Are you ready to give it a try?"

"Yes!" Izuku exclaimed with vigor, assuming a starting position of him standing upright with his fists at the hips.

The boy took a deep breath through his nose as he crouched down into the first stance, his forearms joined together; head facing Iroh. He held his breath in, trying to will the oxygen within him to feed into that 'inner flame' Iroh mentioned. Then, he swiveled to the right, bending his right knee and straightening the other, thrusting his arm forward and letting his breath out with a loud "Hiya!"

But nothing happened.

Not even a plume of smoke had escaped through Izuku's fingertips, leaving the shocked boy frozen in his Yuyen stance. "Wha-what happened?" The boy sputtered, "Why there's no fire?"

Iroh hummed as he stroked his beard. The old man had an assumption, but he wasn't sure yet, "It's only your first try." He soothed the boy, "Why not try again?"

"R-right!" Izuku said. The boy got out of his stance by sending his back leg in a wide arc through the air. Face now turned away from Iroh, his leg landed on the ground and Izuku assumed the Ostrich horse stance again.

"Hiya!" Another grunt accompanied the shift between stances as the boy threw his fist again, this time his left.

And, yet again, no fire was visible.

Frustrated, Izuku tried again and again, never achieving a different result.

"Arrrgghh!" The boy wailed, "Why doesn't it work?!"

The boy took a step and entered his stance once more. But, before he could thrust his arm, the feeling of Iroh's translucent hand gripping his shoulder stopped him. "That is enough." The old man said, not even a hint of disappointment or disapproval in his tone.

Izuku didn't see it that way, "But I can still go on!" He argued, turning to face the man with a stubborn expression, "There is nothing wrong! I know I can do it!" The boy yelled, more to himself than to his new teacher.

Iroh merely shook his head, "I never said you couldn't do it, Izuku. I just told you to stop."

"Then why?" the boy asked, not understanding why Iroh cut his training short. "Wouldn't it be better for me to try until I figured it out?"

"No." Iroh shook his head, "It was always a possibility you would not generate fire; most people can't do it on their first day, either. This was merely a test for me to see what direction would be best taken when training you. It would have no impact on the results of your training."

"A test?" The boy repeated, slightly relieved to hear that there was nothing wrong with him.

"Yes." Iroh affirmed, "Though you could not do it today, it is only a matter of time until you produce your own flame, I am certain."

A feeling of warmth spread atop the boy's head as Iroh ruffled his hair, "So listen to this old man when he tells you not to get discouraged. It has never done anyone any good."

The boy nodded as he got out of his stance and stood up straight. He forced on a smile to show Iroh and, while wobbly, he hopped it conveyed to the man how hard he was trying to take his teachings to heart.

In return, Izuku got a satisfied smile. "Well done!" The old man chucked, as he gestured to Izuku's backpack, "You should drink some water, you did quite a lot today. Learning stances can be very tiring, especially when it is your first time. But in the end, I'd say we had a very productive first lesson."

Izuku, who had already gotten a bottle out and began to drink, froze when he heard the last word. Ignoring how water was dripping off his chin, Izuku looked down at his open backpack, his school supplies poking their way into the outside world.

And then, the realization hit him like a truck.

"CCCRRAAAAAAPPPP!" The boy uncharacteristically cursed, something that only happened if he messed up big time, "I forgot about school! I'm late!"

Scrambling around like a drunk, the boy gripped his backpack and tossed it on his back, dropping a few books and his bottle. Screaming in panic, he squatted down and stuffed them in his backpack again.

Jumping to his feet, Izuku began to run out of the park and towards his school, not noticing how his still-opened bottle leaked water into his backpack. He turned back whilst running and waved his new teacher goodbye, "Sorry about this, Iroh-sensei!" He shouted over his shoulder, "I'll see you after school!"

Iroh watched the boy with an amused expression and a gentle smile as he gained distance.

*Line Break*

Turquoise eyes holding everlasting anger within bore down on a pair of identically colored ones, not even sparing a glance at the two others standing in the foyer.

"Come with me."

The man's words were curt, to the point, and left no room for questions.

'And here it is…' Touya thought in grim expectance.

Yesterday, when he was caught red-handed, he thought he was screwed; they weren't allowed to use their quirks at home, especially him (For obvious reasons). And if that wasn't bad enough, it was his dad who saw him, not one of the nannies the man hired to look after them. There was no way to even comprehend how screwed he was!

Even so, when the man clapped and nodded at him in approval was where he officially lost it. This has never happened before; his father never took an interest in them, ever; much less said to one of them 'Well done'.

Then, as if his father hadn't had his fun tormenting him, Endeavor decided to throw him into even more of a loop by just stopping his clapping and walking away like nothing had happened.

Oh, it never fooled Touya. He knew that whatever that was will come back to bite him. What he didn't expect was for the boomerang to come back less than a day later; he had only managed to come back from school for goodness' sake.

The pre-teen glanced at his two siblings; Natsuo wore the same scowl he always had when someone mentioned his father, only fiercer since he was in front of the real thing. Fuyumi looked more shocked than anything, but despite this, she still motioned for him to go after their father.

So, with reluctance, Touya handed over his schoolbag and coat to Natsuo and began following the hero.

Endeavor took his son through the halls and up the stairs to the second floor. He walked with purpose; his pace was fixed as he never even once looked back to see if Touya was keeping up.

He knew the child was. There was no such thing as disobeying him.

The two came to a stop in front of two wooden sliding doors, the entrance into one of only two rooms in the house Touya wasn't allowed in.

The training room.

Endeavor shoved the doors open, their wooden frame creaking, and walked inside. His son soon followed his steps light with hesitance.

Touya looked around the chamber; he didn't even remember when the last time he was in there, if ever.

Much like the rest of the house, the white walls were framed by wooden logs, the same lacquered spruce the floor was made of. As expected to from a gym, different contraptions used for exercising interspersed the place; their only contribution to the room's color being black and gray. Treadmill, lifting weights, a punching bag, a bench press, leg press, and many other machines Touya didn't even know the name off were scattered everywhere, the minimal amount of space possible between each one. In the room's center, four wrestling mats were joined together to make an arena.

On the mats sat a child, dressed in simple workout clothes that were covered in old stains of what appeared to be grim and blood. Once the child noticed them enter, a cold grimace appeared on his already stoic and scarred face, an out-of-place sight on an eight-year-old.

An involuntary shiver went through Touya's spine as a set of eyes, one cold steel and the other searing turquoise, squinted at him. "What is he doing here?" the boy asked, his tone indifferent; as if he wasn't really curious, just annoyed.

The child was Touya's youngest sibling, Shoto.

"He's your new training partner." Endeavor answered without even looking at them, too busy fiddling around with the equipment, making sure everything was in order.

'So, this is what it's about…' Realization came Touya's way, and with it a weird mix of trepidation and suspense.

He was being recruited into his father's bootcamp; either as a student or as a learning tool was yet to be determined. Both options were plausible.

He wasn't really sure what to feel about it; whether be excited or anxious; maybe he should be both.

On one hand, learning from his father was a dream come true to about 99.9% of kids his age; a sure-fire way to make one's way towards a future of heroics.

One the other, he wasn't blind. He didn't know the specifics, but he knew training with his father would be brutal. He might not have seen his little brother often, not even on occasion, but when he did it was hard to miss the many wounds he would nurse. He knew it would be naïve to think he would walk out of it any different.

'But it's not like I have a say in this…'

In response to Endeavor's statement, Shoto hummed and eyed Touya closer, as if inspecting him like some lab experiment.

Touya flinched at the look but forced on a smile regardless and gave an awkward wave to his little brother, trying not to stare at his scar. "Hey, bro." The pre-teen said but felt the eccentricity of it as he addressed him. Shoto was barely an acquaintance, much less a relative.

And it showed quite clearly, as Shoto didn't even imply that he heard him before turning his head away.

"Shoto, off the mat. Touya, step up!" The father of the children ordered with a bark, stepping on the mat himself as Shoto moved to the side. The older man gestured for the startled pre-teen to come forward, "I want to see what I have to work with."

"R-right!" Touya nodded and got on the mat, standing at attention in front of his father. Even without the knowledge the man was one of the strongest people on the planet, Touya was sure he still would've been intimidated.

Endeavor was a large man that towered over almost everybody, looking down on them with a glare so ironically cold it could almost make one forget about how torrid the man's presence was. His bloated muscles always struggled to remain contained in whatever the man wore, perpetually staying on the brink of getting torn open.

Touya knew he was nothing in comparison; he didn't need his father's judgmental glare of his small and scrawny body, practically skin and bones, to know that.

"Your physique is terrible. We'll need to work on that." Endeavor stated flatly, not caring at all if the kid was insulted. "I'll also go ahead and assume you've never been in a fight before…" The hero tapped his chin as he walked around Touya in a circle, inspecting him from all angles.

Whenever he got closer Touya could feel it. He felt his pores close as the moisture in the air disappeared around his face, how the temperature spiked and how the air became sweltering. Whether or not this was a result of the man's quirk or just in his head Touya did not know; nor did he care. All he wanted was for it to go way; for it to disappear so he his face-muscles would stop clenching and his skin would stop feeling crumbly.

The time of the inspection finally came to an end, Touya could finally feel like he was breathing and greedily took a breath of cooler air, going so far as to close his eyes to savor the moment.

Done with his scrutiny, Endeavor turned away from the kid. He gave him a few seconds to see what he would do; and when he done nothing, he couldn't hide his grimace.

The man did a one-eighty with his fist clenched; his target still unaware of what was coming.

"Gah!" Touya cried when he felt the impact on his stomach. The pre-teen collapsed to the floor, holding his now tender belly as he took in breaths like a ravenous beast.

Above his head, he could hear his father scoff. "That was no good. You let your guard down and got hit by a televised attack. You couldn't even recover from the blow."

The boy grit his teeth together and struggled to crane his head upwards. He forced himself to look at his father.

Endeavor let out a loud huff, the temperature around him flaring for a moment in his dissatisfaction. "I have my work cut out for me; you are nowhere near ready to carry on your duty. You better live up to my expectations, boy."

'My…duty?' Touya did not know what his father was talking about, but he knew enough not to ask him; he'll have to figure it out later.

"Get up." The man ordered. "We are not done."

Not even a second passed before Touya felt rough hands grasp him by the waist and holstering him up crudely.

The pre-teen found himself being led by his father to one of the exercising machines that littered the room.

"Looks like that having my quirk is all that you have going for you, but that can change. First off, we need to get you into an acceptable shape. Luckily, since you're twelve, there's not much for you to catch up on."

Touya climbed up on the treadmill; a second later his father pressed a button and the treadmill hummed to life. He had to start running as to not fall off; Endeavor pressed a few more buttons before turning to walk away.

"Don't stop until I tell you to." The man ordered, then left Touya to his devices.

Left alone to run until he gave up, Touya found himself losing his breath rather quickly. That isn't to say he stopped, though; not once had he thought of it. Yet it was very tempting, especially since his father and brother were so engrossed in their training to notice him take a break.

But Touya was not going to risk it.

The pre-teen took a greedy gulp of air and tried to even out his pace as much as possible.

He had a sinking feeling he's going to be at it for a while.


"Three hours!" Hisashi towered over Izuku as he reproved him, a vehement scowl on his face. "We didn't know where you were for three hours! What do you have to say for yourself?!"

The boy didn't say anything, he knew that his father wasn't expecting an answer. He huddled in on himself and everted his gaze in shame, now looking at Iroh who was standing to the side and watching.

Hisashi didn't like it one bit either; he was crestfallen; having to spend his first day back home scolding his son instead of having a happy reunion. Despite this, he saw himself as having no choice but to do this anyway, it needed to be done.

"Do you know how worried we were!? When we got the call from the school, we…we thought you were kidnapped by villains again!" Hisashi's voice almost broke at the end, fresh wounds that were just beginning to close opening up.

A sledgehammer to the face would've hurt less than Hisashi's words; the boy's wincing face clearly said as much. Izuku hated it when his parents were sad or mad; he hated it even more when it was his fault.

His father would've probably continued, if not for Inko putting a hand on his shoulder. His mother quietly shook her head, conveying the distraught father a silent message. Hisashi stepped back, taking in deep breaths to calm himself, 'He's okay…' he reminded himself, trying to find his center, 'Izuku's okay… he's back home with us. It's alright…'.

Inko stepped forward, squatting down to be eye level with her son, "I'm very disappointed in you." She said, her tone an attempt at reservedness; watching as her son became more downtrodden. "You can't skip class whenever you feel like it. You were supposed to be at school, not hanging around at the park playing with Chima-"

"B-b-but I-" The boy interjected, his stutter at full force.

Inko put a finger on his lips to shush him. "Don't cut me off Izuku, I'm talking. As I said, you should have been at school, it was irresponsible of you to neglect your studies to play games."

"B-but I wasn't playing games at the park!" Izuku raised his voice, trying to put a word in, "I was…" he trudged on, his words stuck on his tongue. 'What am I supposed to say to tell them?' He asked himself.

Meanwhile, his mother's patience was growing thin, "You were what Izuku…?" She asked impatiently, fully expectant to hear some sort of half-assed excuse.

The boy couldn't blurt it out, "I waaasss…" he stalled, trying to pick out his words. It wasn't what he had to say to them, per se, he had already decided to tell them the truth; they deserved that much. The problem was how to tell them.

"You were…?" Both his mother and father asked together, one raising their eyebrows in skepticism while the other tried to do the same and failed spectacularly.

The boy sighed. "Well… I was at the park…" He confessed, but soon he jolted when he noticed his mother squinting her eyes accusatorily at him, "But it wasn't to play games! I swear!" He blurted out quickly, waving his hands frantically in the air. "I was there training with-"

"With Chima?" Hisashi completed the sentence, unaware he cut off the boy's poor explanation of what really happened. "You can call it whatever you want Izuku, training, playing games, it doesn't matter." He sighed, his disappointment in his son's action palpable. "That's still not an excuse for skipping school."

"No! No! No!" The boy violently shook his head, on the verge of groaning out loud in frustration. He just couldn't do it. Whenever he tried explaining he would cramp up, realizing his parents wouldn't understand and tried going back even further; inadvertently digging himself into a bigger hole.

At this point, he wouldn't be surprised if by the end of it he will be grounded for the entirety of next year.

Having watched the the boy's poor attempts at explaining everything that had happened, Iroh decided that was finally enough, "You seem to be in quite the predicament." He commentated from the side, "Do you want my help?"

The boy was almost on the verge of tears, "Y-yes, please."

Inko and Hisashi looked at their son in bafflement. "Who are you talking to?" Inko asked, a hint of impatience mostly over-shadowed by confusion.

Izuku did not turn to acknowledge her. Instead, he kept his eyes on the old man, pleading and waiting for his help.

He expected that the man would begin talking and tell him what to say; help him explain to his parents what was going on and slowly build them up to the more serious revelations with social skills and understanding the boy could not hope to match.

But no, that's not Iroh had in mind at all.

The greenette watched in amazement as the old man's figure began to glow in a faint blue light, quickly gaining higher levels of brilliance. Unnoticed by him, both of his parents had seen the light as well, both now gaping at it.

As soon as the flash of light came, it faded back into nothing, leaving behind a confused Izuku. From his point of view, nothing had changed; Iroh was still there, looking the same as ever; same face, same clothes, same semi-transparent body.

It was only when he noticed his parents silence that he turned around to look at them; finally understanding what his teacher just did.

"Eh?" Both husband and wife stared at the new intrusion with eyes wider than saucers. Their son could see them both moving their mouths, but nothing but air and wet gurgles came out.

"G-G-G-G-GGGHHOOOSSSTT!" both parents screamed, hugging each other like it was the last time they would get to do that.

Iroh was not expecting that reaction. He blink owlishly at the two adults who were now busy screaming like two little girls.

By his side, his new student desperately tried to get their attention with a raised voice and flapping hands, "He's not a ghost!" he yelled, trying to calm them down, "He's a-"

Izuku stopped talking. 'Wait a minute… didn't Iroh say he used to be a Firebender…? That means he used to be a human…'

Then, it clicked.

"Oh. My. God."


Iroh

Firebending master (Formerly).

Description: Back when he was human, Iroh was known as one of the most powerful Firebenders who ever lived. Trained in the ways of true firebending, his skills had won him the nickname 'the dragon of the west', especially his mastery over the fire breath technique.

He was also capable of producing lightning and is the inventor of the lightning redirection move.

As a spirit, he had lost all of these abilities, but that doesn't mean he forgot how to use them.

Appearance:

As an immortal, Iroh has remained in the visage of an old man for nearly the entirety of his existence.

As expected, Iroh's face is fittingly wrinkled, though most of his wrinkles are hiding behind a long and thick beard that covers most of his lower face. The top of his head is bald; however, his nape and temples aren't; and the hair reaches as far low as his beard.

His attire consists of navy shoes and a robe that reached his ankles and is tied around the waist with a belt. The robe is rather ornate, with dark green going down diagonally at the front while golden trimming ran down vertically as well as around the sleeves, which were also decorated with added details.

Affiliation: The world, the Jasmine Dragon tea shop.

Age: 50000.

Birthday: He doesn't remember.

Height: 146 cm.

Likes: Tea.

Dislike: People calling tea 'hot leaf juice'.

Tidbit:

He is the proud owner of the Jasmine Dragon tea shop, the oldest tea shop in the universe. The tea shop is in the spirit world and Iroh spends most of his time there serving customers.

The service is also free, as spirits have no concept of money.


Extra.

Izuku lamented with jealousy as he looked out the window of his classroom. His fellow students were out there enjoying their recess, playing games in and with the freshly piled snow.

Downtrodden eyes reluctantly stopped their peering at the kids making snow angels and having snowball fights and refocused on the task at hand.

Two notebooks were splayed open on the desk in front of Izuku, one full and the other blank.

As expected, him being late did not go over well with his teacher. Especially since when he finally did make it to school, he burst into the classroom and interrupted her lesson.

For punishment, the boy was forbidden from going out to recess with the rest of the kids. Instead, he was left cooped up in the classroom with the task of catching up on all that he missed.

At least Jirou was kind enough to burrow him her notebooks.

The boy let out a sigh before starting the tedious task of copying all Jirou's notes into his notebook. For a while, the boy only heard his pen scraping paper accompanied by the background noise coming from the outside.

It was rather peaceful, he decided. While not quite like his usual notetaking in his analysis notebooks, mindlessly copying notes in relative silence proved relaxing. Something he welcomed with open arms after the morning he had.

Winding down like that was perhaps just what Izuku needed right now. Nothing but him, the notebooks, and the sounds of pen on paper and books crashing onto the floor.

Wait…

Instantly, the boy turned towards the sound's source and found the entire contents of the top shelf of his teacher's cabinet on the floor. Yukimura's books were all sprawled there, some having opened while falling whilst others remained closed.

'Not again…' The boy groaned to himself in exasperation. It had happened yet again, one more unexplainable event to add to his ever-growing list that had won him the nickname 'Disaster-Deku'.

He hated that nickname, even more than the original 'Deku' from kindergarten. He still hated being called Deku by some of his old daycare-mates. But being called useless was still better than being called a menace; at least to him.

He sighed and got up from his seat, intent on at least trying to put the books into place before someone got back and saw them on the floor. He was in enough trouble as is thank you very much.

Izuku brought a chair against the cabinet and took a few books in hand before he climbed up. His intention was obvious, put the books back in the empty shelf.

Only the shelf wasn't empty.

"Eh?"

On the shelf stood a weird creature, staring at Izuku with the exact blank expression the boy was using on it. They were small, round, and yellow, with stubby appendages and facial feature that were blander than Izuku's. On its head rested what looked like a pair of leaves, shaped like ears.

"EEHHHH?!" The boy screamed and fell backwards and off the chair. He landed on his rear with a small thump, not bothering to get up as he stared at the creature. "W-wha-what are you?! W-what are you doing here?!"

The creature didn't reply immediately. Instead, a look of absolute shock took over its face before it morphed into one of absolute glee.

"You can see me!" They proclaimed in joy, jumping off the shelf and landing on the boy's lap.

The contact between the two immediately sent a wave of warmth jolting up Izuku's body, quite like the one he felt earlier today but somehow a bit different.

"You're a spirit…" Izuku gasped in understanding, instinctively reaching out a hand and gently poking one of the spirit's leaves.

The spirit giggled at the contact and nodded its head, "I sure am! And you can finally see me! We've been trying to get your attention for months!"

'We've?' Izuku scrunched up his brows at the use of plural before he remembered what he climbed up for. The boy looked from the spirit to the pile of books on the floor, and back to the spirit, and he reached an epiphany.

"You're the one who pushed down those books!" The boy accused; a bit peeved, before everything clicked into place.

Strange accidents happening around him for months. This spirit, not visible to everyone else, being the cause of the latest mishap in a long line of many. The spirit's confession of having tried to get his attention for months. Of multiple spirits trying to do so.

"You're the one who kept getting me in trouble!"

The small spirit averted its gaze and made the boy feel bad about yelling at it. "We didn't mean for you to get in trouble…" It whispered in a subdued voice, "All we tried to do was to get you to notice us. But no matter what we did you never did."

Now the boy really felt bad. Technically, he didn't ignore them, but the fact didn't do much to alleviate his guilt. "I'm sorry if I made you felt ignored, also for yelling at you…" Izuku apologized and sighed in relief when the spirit seemed to take it.

"Don't worry about it." It said, her green ears pressed against its head like an ashamed puppy, "We still carry some blame. We should've stopped doing what we did when we saw it didn't work; instead, we just got you into trouble with the other humans, so I'm sorry too."

They joined together both of its pair of arms and bowed.

The spirit straightened up and looked at the boy. Slowly a contemplative expression taking over its face. "Though it's still weird… why can you only see me now? I and the other spirits have been around you for months, we even tried yesterday in the solstice and you didn't see us."

A crease appeared between the boy's eyebrows again, now sporting the same mien as the spirit. "Maybe it's because I only met Korra yesterday afternoon…" He muttered and the spirit's attention shifted entirely on him.

"It makes sense…" The spirit said as it contemplated on the theory, "You meeting with Korra probably strengthened your connection to the spirit world exponentially. Before you met her, it was probably too weak for us to communicate without us revealing ourselves to the other humans."

The two would've probably fall back into deep conversation, but their plans were cut short by the school bell ringing.

"That sounds mean the other humans are coming back, right?" The spirit asked for confirmation.

Izuku nodded and got up to quickly put the books back in place, "Yes, it does. Sorry. But we can talk later if you want." A thought crossed Izuku's mind as he put the last book into place.

"Hey, can you do me a favor?" He asked the spirit, "Can you stop doing all this stuff around me now that I can see you?"

The spirit giggled, "No worries, I'll stop it. I'll even tell the other spirits to."

The classroom's door opened and students began to trickle inside. Now unable to speak to the spirit, the boy discreetly gave it a smile and a wave before he sat down at his desk and handed Jirou back her notebook.

All in all, he considered his second encounter with a spirit quite pleasant. 'Maybe being the bridge between man and spirit won't be so bad after all…' He thought to himself, watching as the spirit enthusiastically waved at him before phasing through the wall and disappearing. 'They seem so nice…'

Years later, he would curse himself for ever being so naive.


That's All Folks.

Well, that was a good chapter, now that Izuku learned that he is the Avatar, in a way his Journey is only starting.

As I mentioned before an image of Izuku's hero Costume would be available in Wattapad for those who are curious about what Izuku's Hero Costume looks like.

In the canon, Izuku's Hero costume was inspired by All Might. This new costume is not inspired by All Might but by Avatar Wan. The design of the costume is the same as Wan had but in the Earth Kindom colors instead of the Fire Nation Colors. Also, we removed his scarf, and Izuku is barefoot, just like Toph.

Also, I talked to Op Taipan, he gave me permission for Izuku's love life to be more BL Romance, rather than the canon.

Well until next time.

Mabuhay