Izuku the grappler [Discontinued]

A starting point

As the whistling of soft grass blows through the plains of noon a young boy awakes from his slumber.

When opening his eyes to see the bright light in the middle of the light blue sky was pleasant to say the least. Izuku felt a nice sensation upon his whole body. 'My body feels so warm, so calm, so harmonious...' the boy thought to himself as he continued to lay there on the silk green grass beneath him with no worries, pain, nor anger. 'This feeling, it feels so familiar yet so unknown...' As the young Hanma continued to lie on the grass a voice suddenly can be heard. "Izuku..." it was a child's voice.

"Izuku...", Again.

"Izuku...", Once more.

"Get up...", the kids voice continued.

Without a second thought the boy began to sit up slowly as well as the feeling of warmth began to change. When Izuku looked in-front of him he saw a little boy not older than five years old.

This child had a soft smile, freckles on his face below his eyes. In his eyes shared the same emerald color just like Izuku and just like this boy he had a unkept curly hair that was almost the same as the young Hanma.

Though something was very noticeably different from the child and preteen. Their sclera was the opposite color, Izuku had white sclera but the child had black sclera. The hair color was different as well,  Izuku had black hair with green highlights and the boy in front of him had dark green hair with black highlights.

"Who are you?" The preteen asked

"In due time, you will get your answer but for now be patient with what ever questions you have." The boy said cheerfully.

After the little child's response he turn around his boy and ran further into the plains.

"Wait!" Izuku shouted as he got himself up to run after the boy. After leaving his body from the grassy ground, everything in a flash changed.

A ruin city.

Chaos stands on top of order.

All in engulfed in a hellish flame.

While the screams and cry's of despair, agony, and the most familiar to the boy: wrath.

All of these things appeared in a split second that made Izuku think he was losing his mind but even in this world he did feel the scorching fire;hearing the unbearable screaming of pain, as well as witnessing a great on slot of massacres, rape, and destruction which is the recipe for violence.

In the young Hanma's mind this lasted for hours to days but now seeing the wilderness which was once his home made him question his mind if he was just imagining all of the madness that just transpired before him.

In the tree line Izuku saw the boy just waiting for him with the innocent smile on his face. "Come on" the child said while jumping in place with excitement.

Even now the young Hanma did not know what to think, walking up on a grassy plain then witnessing a small part of Violence itself and now unguided with a kid telling Izuku to follow him. After a few seconds of waiting for anything to happen, the preteen finally started making his way towards the child keeping his guard up.

While keeping a ten yard distance from the child in front of him, Izuku took the time to look around his surroundings of his old home. 'Everything is the same as it is.' The young Hanma thought to himself. "We are almost there." The young boy said.

After a couple of minutes walking through the forest both boys found themselves in a clearing on that resonated with Izuku deeply.

Off in the distance and clear as day, Izuku saw his old home that he once lived in many years ago. A house not more than three thousand square feet wide with no second floor.