Silent Swordsman

Prologue

Everything had started out as normal. A day after Izuku's 4th birthday, Inko decided to take her son to test for a quirk. What was once a happy day turned sour after learning that Izuku was quirkless. They headed home in silence, Inko, unsure of what to say and Izuku, staring out the window in sorrow. They reached their home and Izuku headed upstairs to mope alone. He laid down on his bed, burying his face into his fluffy pillow as he let the tears flow from his viridian eyes. He scrunched them up tight, sobs wracking his throat as he gripped the bed sheets hard. He jolted up at the sound of screaming. He rubbed at his eyes as he sat up, the screaming growing louder and louder as he stepped towards the door. He cracked open the door, wincing slightly at the creaking that was drowned out by another cry for help.

He glanced down the hallway and down the stairs, catching a glimpse of his mother trying to put out the flames that scorched up her dress. Another wave of tears pricked Izuku's eyes as he pushed open his door, rushing down the hallway and stairs. He halted at the bottom, covering his mouth with his hands as he watched fire filter out of his father's mouth, scorching his mother. Hisashi noticed him and stopped burning Inko, turning to his son with a sinister smirk. Izuku stepped back, fear clutching his entire being as he urged his frozen body to move. Hisashi grabbed hold of his head, smashing it into the wooden floorboards harshly, sending a wave of splinters through the air. He stepped on his back, a yelp escaping Izuku's throat as he begged Hisashi to stop. Hisashi gripped Izuku's hair, tugging it up so he faced his mother who was struggling to put out the scorching flames.

"Now watch this and don't you dare close your eyes, you fucking brat," Hisashi seethed with anger, fire fuelling in his mouth as his quirk activated again. "This is your fucking fault for being fucking useless."

Fire roared out of his mouth, making direct contact with Inko who shrieked in pain, begging for it all to stop. In between the roaring flames, a loud cackle escaped Hisashi's throat. He bellowed, taking pleasure in watching his wife burn. She fell to the ground with a sickening 'crack'. The flames started to disburse, revealing her charcoaled body. Izuku reached out, tears pooling from his wide eyes as he stared at his mother's charred body. Hisashi continued to laugh like a maniac, slamming his foot into Izuku's back multiple times before kicking his rib, flipping him into the wall. Rage soon took over Hisashi's face, bloodshot eyes bulging as he slammed his fist into his son's stomach. He punched him again and again, causing Izuku to cough out mass amounts of blood as black started to dot his vision.

Hisashi kicked him away one last time before stomping off, anger lessening slightly as it practically radiated off him. He left the burnt body of his wife and his heavily injured son on the ground, only turning around to knocking on the front door. He huffed out a heavy sigh, stomping over and ripping the door open, shouting at the neighbours to "fuck off". He slammed the door in their faces, locking it before heading back up the stairs to his room. Izuku forced his body to roll over after hearing Hisashi's bedroom door slam close. He stared over at his mother's burnt body as tears trailed down his cheeks once more. His vision faded out as he lay in a pool of his own blood, sweat and tears.