Slayers in a Heroic World

Ch.4 Tradition

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I only own the Plot and Original Characters

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*Narrator POV*

Izuku has grown used to the routine of going to school, doing his classes, his training, and that weird portion of the class bothering him. However, he was used to them annoying him. The constant random questioning or them talking about something that happened and acting like he should know what they were talking about. He was used to it but that didn't mean it wasn't annoying, One positive was that most of these weirdos didn't like the Yaoyorozu so he was able to avoid her more easily. The negative was that Uraraka didn't seem to care for them and vice versa, making it hard to get alone time with her. Oh um, it's not like he wanted to be alone with her or anything.

Izuku sat at his desk staring at Uraraka during the break period as said girl read a book. Not looking at his desk at the moment, Izuku sighed, knowing he didn't have a chance. Izuku was knocked out of his self-pity by someone calling his name. He turned and saw the yellow-haired weirdo who wasn't Izumi talking to him, he thinks his name was Denki.

Denki: So, Izuku. What is your beef with Yaoyorozu?

Izuku: 'Beef? Who uses that old slang anymore?' It's Midoriya. I don't have beef with her, but with her bloodline, her name, her very existence, that is what I have beef with.

Izumi chimed in next.

Izumi: But why?

Izuku sighed as he leaned against his seat staring at the ceiling.

Izuku: A very long time ago back to The Patron who I humbly share a name. He had three children, The Adopted, The Son and The Daughter. Oldest from youngest listed like that, The Adopted was the first person he saved and the one that saved his heart, his oldest daughter. The Patron lived his life finding a wife, and friends and even reconnected with his old family. However, his relationship with The Matron began to sour due to personal reasons. But they never got the chance to fix the relationship as the Patron died not long later.

All of their faces soured as they remembered the funeral of their fallen comrade.

Izuku: The Matron began to go down a downward spiral after, from both her regret of not mending their relationship and the grief of losing her husband. She took it out on everyone around her, her children, her friends, the many bottles of wine, and worse herself. She casted everyone away from her, first her friends, then The Adopted, and then finally The Daughter. Until only The Son stayed with her. The Daughter created the Midoriya family and The Son the Yaoyorozu family.

Izumi's eyes widen finally hearing what happened, she never knew what happened to her niece since she never got to see her due to Momo.

Kiri: But that doesn't answer why your families hate each other. Just that you're related.

Izuku: We aren't related and never say that again. It's been centuries since The Patron. All blood we shared is diluted by now, so never say that disrespect again. The reason why we loath the Yaoyorozu is because they've given us every reason to. Murdered members of our family, tried to steal the family heirlooms, fraud, kidnap, rape, any crime you could think of they have committed against our family. The reason? They view us as a sore eye of the empire they created, a piece of history that should be erased. No amount of time could ever repair what they've done to us.

Katsumi: So, you'll never give Yaoyorozu a chance even though it's ancient history?

Izuku gritted his teeth as an image of a young man maybe in his 20s with black messy hair similar to his own appeared, his eyes a lime green with a large smile.