Midoriya Clan

Scene 5#

What happen to the fight with Izuku against Tomura?

While Shintaro is fighting against Kurogiri and distracted them from All Might and Noumu, Izuku whipped his tail toward him causing Tomura to dodge.

"You're fast," he grunts, summon his tentacle for him to jumped on and raised above the leader.

"Hehe..." he could see the lone red eye smiling. "Ne... I always admiring your clan..." he said. "I loved it when your clan killing people on missions... how your clan started off from very beginning as a vigilante group..."

Izuku froze, his eyes widened after hearing all of it.

'How did he know?' He thoughts silently, keeping his eyes on him. 'How did he know our clan started as vigilante!?'

The history of their clan is a secret that no one would know how they are from and where they are coming from even though they are the group in Japan but many people have theories about it.

In fact, everyone knew they are killing the people but only in missions.

"...your quirks are amazing. Lava, Telepathy, Mega Sensor..."

"How did you know their quirks?" The hitman demanded with narrowed eyes.

"I will show you..." Tomura sounds excited and pleased that he got his attention and pose in a familiar position.

Izuku widened his eyes once more.

What...? That's-?!

He dismissed his tentacle, flipped his body to dodge the strong kick and landed on the ground.

Gritted his teeth, he shot himself and tackled against his stomach. Letting the body fall on the ground, he sat on his chest and few tentacles emerged from his back and threatened him while aiming.

"That's Uncle Kaito's move! How did you know his fighting style?! Who exactly are you?!"

Tomura grinned, the disembodied hand been knocked out due to his tackle and stared at him. "He was the one who taught me... the only one who care for me unlike my own father..."

Flashback

"Sshhh... don't cry..."

A black haired boy around 5 years old was sobbing while buried his face against the chest of dark brown haired man with low short ponytail and soft green eyes, wearing a black kimono.

"Does it hurt? Let me see," the boy let himself lifted and keep his eyes downcast. He relaxed at the feel of soft hands brushing his face.

The man cupped his cheeks and his hands engulfed with glowing light from his palms before pulled away, revealing a smooth skin with no bruises on it.

The boy giggled when the man kissed his cheek and beamed at him who smiling gently at him. "Feel better?" He asked.

"Un!" He nodded.

"What did you father do to you now?"

The boy looked down and gripped his kimono. "W-well... I-I broke the rule..."

"Oh itsy bitsy..." the man cooed, hugging him closely which he snuggled against him. "Then your father slapped you?"

"H-he hated me!" He wailed, sobbing. "I-I just wanted to be a hero! Why he won't let me be one?!"

"Itsy bitsy, there must be a reason why your father doesn't want you to be a hero," he said gently, ran his hand over the black haired boy. "When you're old enough, maybe he'll tell you why."