The Emperor's Dragon

What is Evil?

While All For One would always hate All Might for the damage the man had done to him, there were a few, rare times when he was somewhat thankful he no longer had a sense of smell. Now was one.

His son had just returned from a training session with Gigantomachia. Because of the raid, he was allowing Izuku to train more often in an effort to distract him. He was sweaty and no doubt stunk but all All For One could feel was that Izuku's hair was wet. It made picking out the colour somewhat of a challenge.

"Did you have a good session with Gigantomachia?" He asked. Today's practice had been in pure combat. It had not included a quirk section.

"Yep!" Izuku chirped, nodding happily. "He taught me how to throw someone!"

"Oh! Did you throw Gigantomachia?"

The man in question was on the far side of the room and he thought he heard the huge man laugh. Gigantomachia was incredibly happy to be teaching Izuku how to fight and while the man may not look it, he did know how to adjust tactics to account for Izuku's slight frame.

"Silly Daddy!" Izuku did laugh. "I can't throw Gigantomachia! But I know how to do it to others."

"That's good." It was good. He'd been surprised when Izuku asked to learn to fight. He had been planning on having his son taught, probably when he started Middle School but this had addressed the issue. And Gigantomachia had insisted that Izuku use his advantages. Truthfully, if Izuku used his quirk, then most fights would be over.

Though his son had yet to learn how to take a quirk from someone and knock them unconscious at the same time. Finding people to practice on had been temporarily put on hold but in the meantime, he had been attending to Izuku's education. They spoke about investments and how their one was performing.

Izuku refused to tell him what he'd invested in and while All For One could have found out, he had chosen not to. His son had simply revealed that he had yet to invest all the money. That was also a strategy and they had discussed it the other week.

This time, he wanted to discuss loyalty and maintaining business contacts. Since they'd begun Izuku had come to relax more about the thought of replacing him in business. It probably helped that something like that was considered normal. Even Tomura's games were full of NPCs who were going to take over the family business.

"What shall we talk about today?" All For One mused. "Ah, I know, Giran," he said. "What did you think of him, my Little Dragon?"

Izuku thought for a few moments, obviously trying to determine what he meant. In this case he didn't mean anything, he simply wanted to know what Izuku thought. "He seemed-" Izuku paused, still searching for the word.

All For One waited.

"Resourceful... sarcastic..."

At the second word Hisashi laughed. "Oh, my Little Dragon. That is correct. He is resourceful, and somewhat sarcastic." He hadn't been sarcastic when Hisashi had last spoken to him. Sweating, terrified, and very, very respectful were more accurate. But that conversation had bought Giran his life, confirming that he had not known anything about Juhin's plans or that she had been tracking them. The broker had promised to change his ways so that no one could track him and his clients.

"Now, do you think I like Giran?" All For One asked a more probing question.

It spoke well of Izuku's intelligence that he thought about it before answering. "Giran isn't family," Izuku said slowly. "But that just means you don't trust him. It doesn't tell me if you like him," he began muttering.

Hisashi chuckled. "A very good deduction, my Little Dragon." He was surprised and pleased. He hadn't realised Izuku was capable of making that distinction.