Izuku-The surgeon of death

Chapter 9- A New Dawn, A New Purpose

Third Person POV

The city stretched out before Izuku, an intricate web of glowing lights and distant murmurs. His feet carried him toward the bus station, guided by an unshakable sense of purpose. This was the start of something new—a life built on his own terms, far from the chains of expectation and neglect.

The station was quiet, save for a few stragglers waiting for the last buses of the evening. Izuku approached the ticket counter, his green eyes sharp but calm. He slid a few bills across the counter.

"One-way ticket to Yokohama," he said.

The clerk, a tired-looking man in his late forties, glanced at him briefly before printing the ticket. No questions, no judgment. Just a transaction. Izuku appreciated the simplicity. He grabbed his ticket, found an empty bench, and sat down to wait.

As he waited, Izuku's thoughts turned inward. The powers he wielded, gifts he had inherited that set him apart from most people were his one true advantage. The abilities of Trafalgar D. Water Law were his and his alone. The power to create Room, to manipulate objects, and to perform life-altering techniques was a cornerstone of who he had become or rather who he would become. It was time to fully embrace them and use them to their true potential.

He closed his eyes, replaying his plan in his mind. The world offered him nothing unless he seized the power to carve out his own place within it. This world was cruel and manipulative; no one truly cared unless you proved yourself useful to their ambitions. Izuku Midoriya had witnessed this harsh truth time and time again. He didn't need a family or society's approval. What he needed was results and the resolve to look out for himself and hopefully a family in the future no matter what.

The sound of the bus engine rumbled in the distance, breaking the silence. Izuku opened his eyes, stood, and boarded without hesitation.

The ride was long but uneventful. Izuku stared out the window, watching the darkened landscape blur into a tapestry of faintly glowing buildings and open highways. His mind wandered, but not aimlessly. He mapped out his next moves with methodical precision.

First, he'd need to establish himself—a base of operations, a network of resources. Yokohama wasn't chosen randomly; it was a city rife with opportunity and anonymity, the perfect place for someone like him to start over.

Second, he'd need information. The world was full of heroes, villains, and everything in between. Somewhere out there were people who could align with his goals, or at least be useful to them. He wouldn't fight alone, not anymore.

Finally, he'd test the limits of his abilities. Trafalgar Law's powers were formidable, but Izuku knew he had yet to unlock their full potential. If he was going to thrive in this world this cruel, indifferent world he needed to be more than just strong. He needed to be untouchable.

By the time the bus arrived in Yokohama, dawn was breaking over the horizon. Izuku stepped off, taking in the city around him. It was different from Musutafu less polished, more chaotic. The air smelled of salt and industry, and the streets were already bustling with early risers heading to work.

His first stop was a run-down inn tucked into a quiet corner of the city. The owner, an elderly woman with sharp eyes, handed him a key without so much as a second glance.

"You'll pay weekly," she said curtly.

"Fine," Izuku replied, dropping some of his hard-earned cash on the counter.

The room was small and sparse, but it was enough. Izuku set down his backpack, his movements deliberate. He unpacked his essentials and sat cross-legged on the floor.

The room dimmed as Izuku activated Room for the first time in days. The spherical energy expanded outward, encompassing the entire space. Within it, the laws of reality bent to his will. He reached out with a hand, and objects began to shift—the bed lifted slightly, the lamp hovered, and the coins in his pocket floated free.

Izuku's control was precise, but he pushed harder. His hands moved in swift, deliberate gestures, and the floating objects began to orbit around him. Faster, more intricate. The strain in his muscles told him he was nearing his limit, but he didn't stop.

Finally, with a sharp exhale, he collapsed the Room. The objects fell back into place, and the faint blue glow in his eyes dimmed. He was breathing heavily, his forehead slick with sweat, but his lips curved into a small, determined smile.

He was getting stronger.

The following days were a blur of calculated steps. During his time in Yokohama, Izuku honed his abilities with the Ope Ope no Mi, extending the range of his Room and refining its precision. He also began delving into the fundamentals of Haki and sword techniques, piecing together the knowledge Law had imparted to him before leaving. It was slow, deliberate progress, but it made him more formidable.

Using the alias "The Doctor" to protect his identity, Izuku took on the secretive role of a back-alley doctor. With his unparalleled abilities, he performed intricate medical procedures for those who couldn't turn to traditional hospitals whether outlaws, the desperate, or those hiding from the law. His reputation was a whisper, carefully maintained to avoid attracting attention from heroes or, worse, his family, if they were even looking for him. Kikoku, his blade, was hidden beneath his jacket, strapped horizontally across his lower back for easy access. The pay was modest, but it kept him afloat, providing the means to live without drawing too much attention.

At night, he wandered the city, studying its patterns and secrets. Yokohama was alive in a way Musutafu had never been dangerous, unpredictable, but brimming with opportunity.

One evening, as Izuku walked through the dimly lit streets, he sensed he was being followed. His hand drifted near his side, instinctively brushing against Kikoku's hilt, ready to summon Room if necessary. But he didn't panic. Instead, he stopped in his tracks, waiting.

"Kid's got good instincts," a voice drawled from the shadows.

A tall man with a scar slicing down his cheek stepped into the light, his confident smirk illuminated by a flickering streetlamp. He was flanked by two others, their rough exteriors betraying their dangerous lives.

"You don't look like much," the man continued, "but you've got this... aura about you. Like you're not afraid of anything."

"I'm not," Izuku replied coldly, his voice sharp and measured.

The man chuckled. "Good. We could use someone like you. What do you say, Law? Want to make some real money?"

Izuku's emerald eyes narrowed. He didn't trust them, not yet, but something about the man's words piqued his interest.

"What's the job?" he asked, his tone unreadable.

The man's smirk widened. "Let's just say it's not exactly legal. But if you're as sharp as you look, you'll do just fine."

Izuku didn't answer immediately. His mind raced, weighing the risks against the potential benefits. He wasn't naive he knew stepping into the criminal underworld could be dangerous and if he was not careful ruin his chances of being a hero but the question was does he still want to be one. 

"I'll think about it," he said finally, his tone dismissive but deliberate.

The man nodded, tossing him a card. "Call me when you're ready. Name's Daigo."

Izuku watched as the trio disappeared into the night. He glanced at the card, running his thumb over the embossed name and number.

This wasn't part of his original plan, but plans could change. And in a world as unpredictable as Yokohama, change was often a necessity.


(A/N: ok so here's a new chapter sorry for the wait, now i have a question for you all should law take on Digos deal  and get involved within criminal under world or would you all like some thing else i would love your thought on this I have a lot of ideas but i would like to know yours aswel)

ps : also i need your opinion on this should he still aim to be a hero or not this is important as it will impact the the rest of the fic