A/N: Hey guys!

So I'm digging the fact you guys are enjoying the start of a new story.

Will the other stories be updated? Yes! When?

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I have no clue! :'D (Yes I tried to do an emoji. I regret nothing.)

Vacation ended for me so it's back to the grind of work. Plus I've been brainstorming more story ideas and working on other projects for the site.

I've also been re-watching classic anime. Remember Saint Seiya and G-Gundam? I loved both of those shows. That said, I forget how dramatic Saint Seiya could be. Still awesome though.

Anyways I hope COVID hasn't got you down too much. I know people don't like being cooped up but soon this turbulent time that we've all been going through will pass.

Now then, onto the story!

Warning: This story is rated M for Mature. The content that you will read is intended for Mature Audiences only. Some of it is graphic in nature and viewer discretion is advised.

Disclaimer: I do not own Iron Fist, as the character and anything to do with Iron Fist's story is owned by Marvel.

I do not own My Hero Academia, as that is owned by Kohei Horikoshi (It was written and illustrated by him so that counts as something, the story technically is his baby).

Mustatafu, Japan

Midoriya Residence

"Hisashi… I love you. I really do. But please… PLEASE tell me why? Why in the world you would take Izuku out of school?"

Hisashi Midoriya sat at the table with his arms crossed. Since it was an off day, Hisashi went for the casual look of a light green polo and jeans. Although serious, there was a bead of sweat that slowly traveled down his brow. Looking at him with the most menacing aura was his wife Inko. Inko was wearing a white t-shirt, jeans and a yellow apron. She stood away from him, arms crossed and mustering the most intimidating glare she could.

Whenever Inko was angry… boy she was angry.

Hisashi took a moment to clear his throat before straightening himself.

"Honey… when I tell you what I found out today, you'll probably change your tune." He replied.

Inko narrowed her eyes at her husband. She might have had a clue as to why Izuku was being pulled but she needed to hear her husband out. She nodded before pulling a chair out and taking a seat. She crossed her arms again and put her penetrating gaze back on her husband.

"Alright… I'm listening." She told him.

Hisashi and Inko stared at each other a few moments, the heat of each other's glares cooling down a bit. Hisashi sighed before uncrossing his arms and leaning forward on the table.

"Well…"

Flashback

Earlier that day

"So let me get this straight… you knew, you KNEW my son was being bullied. Bullied by someone who I have considered a nephew since the day he was born. Not only that, said boy also has a posse who has also been bullying my son for god knows how long. And yet you and the teachers here did nothing about it. Even when you saw it with your own eyes, you just outright ignored it." Hisashi recapped with a level tone.

The man in the suit that sat across was sweating bullets after being hit with the frostiest glare he had ever experienced. This man was of course the principal of the primary school that Izuku attended. He had dealt with angry parents before but it just didn't happen often. Usually, issues with parents and their children were resolved within a matter of minutes or hours depending on the circumstances. This on the other hand was different. And it all came down to the little boy seated to Hisashi's left.

Izuku Midoriya, Age: 7

Quirk: Quirkless

Clutching his shorts and looking down with anxious eyes was Izuku Midoriya, diagnosed Quirkless at the age of 4. For three years Izuku moved on, still wanting to attain his dream of being a hero like All Might. But those three years were not easy. He endured the bullying of his childhood friend Katsuki Bakugo or 'Kacchan' as he called him. What was worse came the social alienation. Girls made fun of him, guys picked on him and teachers treated him like a burden. He was still just a young boy who wanted to make the world a better place. Yet the world showed cruelty to him at such a young age. It was unfair. But Izuku trudged forward, even as his parents hit him with questions concerning his wellbeing. Even though Hisashi still had a job that kept him constantly traveling, he was always updated on his son's wellbeing. After three years, ever since the fateful day where he uplifted his family, it wasn't enough. And now, now Hisashi was fed up.

"Mr. Midoriya, I assure you-"

"You can't assure a damn thing. I don't need your assurances, I need answers." Hisashi interrupted with a growl.

The principal sat up straighter and gulped. He adjusted his tie as he did his best to tell Hisashi the truth… for what good it was worth.

"W-Well… given that we have so many kids to look after and with the various quirks they have…"

"Uh-huh."

"My staff here may have a hard time dealing with petty squabbles and instances of 'bullying' you might speak of. The teachers here can't be everywhere trying to stop every bad thing that happens with the students." The man lied.

The lie he sent across the line failed miserably.

"I call bullshit principal." Hisashi countered with a raised brow.

The principal looked taken aback by the foul language. He was about to deliver a retort until he looked into Hisashi's eyes again. His breath hitched in his throat as he felt the full force of Hisashi's… aura?

("What is going on? Just what is this?") the man thought trembling.

"I have my suspicions as to why Izuku is being treated this way. I won't say it out loud but you and I both know the truth." Hisashi began.

Even young Izuku was trembling. He felt his father's fierce yet protective aura surround him. His father's quirk was fire breath right? So just what was this feeling he got sitting next to the man whose blood ran through his veins?

"I get it. My son's Quirkless. Hell, it was a shock to me too when I found out about it. I came home from a business trip the same night he found it to console his mother. She felt like she had failed and I had to remind her that things happen for a reason."

Hisashi closed his eyes for a moment, gathering his thoughts.

"It was the day after my wife finally had the courage to tell my son what I know to be true in my heart. One day Izuku will be a hero, quirk or no quirk. He has the heart for it more than anyone else I know except one man who matches it."

Hisashi opened his eyes and a familiar power surged in his being, only a little bit though.

"That man was my best friend at U.A., the same school where true dreams of a hero are fulfilled. Izuku will attend U.A. come hell or highwater. He will become a hero."

Hisashi stood up and placed a hand on his son's shoulder. Izuku glanced up before getting out of his own chair and grabbing his bag. After sliding the straps on, Izuku glanced up at his father, who now moved his hand to his head.

"Izuku will be a damn good hero. This… 'experience' you put him through will only push him to be the best hero he can be. And the best part is he won't have to deal with you or this incompetent staff anymore." Hisashi concluded with a smirk.

The principal was shocked and a bit offended at the statement, no matter how true it was. Hisashi didn't give the man a chance at a retort, given it was probably going to be weak. So, the father and son duo retreated out the office victorious.

End of Flashback

Inko at this point had her hands in her lap. She stared down with a frown, letting the details of that meeting sink in. Not only that, Hisashi told her everything else she needed to know concerning Izuku being bullied.

"I knew something was wrong and yet…" she began with her frown worsening.

"Honey, we both knew something was going on. We just had outside distractions that kept us from finding out the truth sooner." Hisashi soothed.

"But is taking him away from school the right thing to do? I mean, we have done some studying on grade school level education but homeschooling might be pushing it a bit." Inko said with concern.

Hisashi leaned back and folded his arms across his chest. He glanced towards his wife with a cocked brow.

"Yes it is the right thing to do. And I plan on taking it a step further."

Inko looked at her husband with slightly widened eyes, her hands starting to tug and clench the apron she was wearing. Something in her husband's tone had her even more concerned than before. Just what was going on in his head?

"Hisashi… what do you mean?" She warily asked.

Ever since Hisashi found out his son was quirkless three years ago, the Midoriya patriarch had been biding his time in finding a way to help his son. Plan A, was meant to give Izuku Quirk training as well as practical combat training mixed in with high intensity physical exercise. But since Izuku's quirk never manifested that plan went out the window.

"Honey… I believe it's time that I give Izuku my power. I want Izuku to take my place as Iron Fist." He announced deadly serious.

Inko gasped and one of her hands flew to her mouth. Ever since Inko learned every bit of Hisashi's past, she had knew deep down there may be a chance the power of Shao Lao may one day be passed on to Izuku. As far as Hisashi was concerned, K'un-Lun had been at peace for so long and although the city still had its warriors, it really didn't need Iron Fist to be there. Hisashi essentially had the elders and masters permission to leave and go as he pleased. Plus he still had family there. And when time allowed, he would secretly go to the mystical city while traveling on business.

Regardless, Inko was very hesitant and very afraid of Izuku having the same power that Hisashi earned all those years ago. She knew of the training and the trials one would have to go through to become Iron Fist.

"Not only that, I plan on taking extended leave. Both of us and our son will be going to K'un-Lun so that Izuku can begin his training." He added.

Inko stood up quick, chair sliding back violently as she slammed her hands on the table.

"Absolutely not!" She yelled.

"Inko…"

"Don't you dare 'Inko' me! Go to K'un-Lun? We can't just pack up and leave on the spot because we've finally found the problem ailing our son!" She told him slightly enraged.

Now it was Hisashi's turn to be angry. He slowly stood out of his chair, hands turned to fists at his side.

"And what would you have me do? I've been planning on helping our son should he ever get his quirk. Unfortunately that hasn't happened and I can't wait forever to train him." He retorted with narrowed eyes.

"Plan? Train him?" She asked with a raised brow.

Hisashi kept his narrowed eyes on her before closing them and walking away from the table. He felt his wife's gaze on his back as he paced the living room for a moment before turning to look at her, arms once again crossed.

"I held out the hope that one day his quirk would manifest, just like the doctor told you that day Izuku got the diagnosis. My original plan was to train Izuku with his Quirk and give him even more training to help with the physical aspects of being a hero. But after three years of waiting and today, that plan is no longer valid." He explained.

Inko walked over in front of him and looked at him. She put her hands on her hips and still gave her best glare at her husband. The tension in the room was thickening.

"I assume you had a backup then?" She queried, knowing the answer.

"Yes. I had planned on passing my power onto Izuku by training him. I was going to start from the ground up and give him the hellish training regimen I endured to attain the power of the Iron Fist. That way by middle school, Izuku would be ready to apply for UA and be ahead of some of his peers." Hisashi replied.

Inko had to admit, that was a solid plan. Too solid. She hated it with every fiber in her being. If this plan went through, their lives would suddenly be uprooted just so Izuku can train to be a hero. Not only that, the risk to Izuku's wellbeing was very high, especially if Hisashi's stories of his training were anything to go by.

"Hisashi, I'm glad you thought things this far. Really I am…"

Inko trailed off, leaving the unspoken words just hanging in the air. Hisashi sighed and knew that Inko would fight this.

"But?"

Inko narrowed her eyes at him, lips drawn into a tight line.

"But Izuku is still just a boy. You, your father and your grandfather along with other members of your family went through hellish training that makes normal martial arts training and hero training look tame. I won't have you jeopardize our son's life like this!" She told him, volume increasing.

"Inko you're being unreasonable! I know you don't want to see him hurt, I get that. But you have to face facts here. Izuku needs this. We both know how unforgiving the world of heroes is. Just look at what happened with Toshi and his mentor." He pointed out.

Inko still held a fierce glare on the man, both sets of green eyes staring at the other. The contest demanded someone break first. Surprisingly, Hisashi glanced away with a pained, bitter look. This argument had brought up some bad memories.

"Hell if anything look what happened to me. And my crazy ass went outside the rules just to keep people safe. To keep the both of you safe at one point until I called it quits for good." He added.

Inko's gaze softened somewhat before she too glanced away. She wrapped her arms around herself before turning her back to her husband. Hisashi still looked away, contemplating ways to help convince his wife that this was the right path.

"Hisashi, at least tell me this. How exactly were you planning to train him? As I said before he's so young, his body wouldn't handle the strain."

Hisashi finally looked her way. He didn't need his senses telling him how she really felt. She was anxious, nervous and above all upset. They hated that Izuku was quirkless. They hated that he was bullied for being quirkless. But Inko especially hated what Izuku might… no what he was going to go through. Time was not on their side and options were limited.

"Inko… I already accounted for that. I wanted to start off with the basics of Martial Arts and Chi control before moving onto the more demanding stuff. I promise you, him getting killed during this training will not happen. We'll both be with him every step of the way." He told her.

That unwavering confidence…

The warmth in the assurances…

It was moments like these Inko could always put faith in Hisashi. Lean on his strength. That said… after years of being together, Inko had gotten strength of her own. She wasn't at the level of Hisashi, oh lord no. But she continued to lean on him, learn from him and love him with all her heart. And this was such a pivotal moment in their lives where they needed to let the cards they were dealt with play out. They needed each other and they needed their strength. Not just for themselves… but for Izuku.

Inko took a deep breath before releasing a heavy sigh. Hisashi uncrossed his arms and walked over, stopping a foot away from his wife.

"I'm crazy you know that? I honestly can't believe I'm willing to go with this. But then again you always did have a way with words." She thought aloud with a small smile.

Hisashi himself smiled before stepping forward and wrapping his arms around Inko's midsection. He nuzzled his nose into her hair and Inko closed her eyes and leaned into her husband's embrace.

"We'll make it work honey, I promise. We need to be strong for Izuku and guide him as best we can." He softly spoke into her ear.

"I know. But something else worries me…" she admitted.

Hisashi quirked a brow. Although the matter regarding Izuku had been for the most part settled, what troubled Inko now could be anything Hisashi hoped to put to rest quickly.

"What is it?" He queried.

Inko bit her lip and looked over a few pictures on the dresser. Hisashi followed her gaze and glanced over the pictures as well. It was then his eyes locked onto a special picture from his High School years. Toshi of course was missing from the picture but in it was everyone else. From left to right it was Hisashi in his UA school uniform, Inko in her Shiketsu High uniform, a grinning ash blonde girl with red eyes and a brown haired boy with glasses. The blonde girl was Inko's longtime friend at Shiketsu while the brown haired boy was one of Hisashi's friends at UA.

It then clicked why Inko was worried. There were going to be other people affected by Hisashi's grand plan of turning Izuku into a hero.

"Shit." Hisashi cursed.

Inko let herself out of her husband's embrace. She kissed him on the cheek before heading down the hallway.

"I'll go talk to Izuku. Until then we have a lot we need to do before we go." She told him as she left.

Hisashi waited until she was out of hearing range before releasing a deep sigh. He knew this wasn't going to be easy. Now came the part of the plan where he had to put his affairs into order. Talking to who he worked with and for had been easy. He was such a major contributor to his company's success that he had a good amount of leeway. Plus it helps when you are the one holding the majority of the company's shares. But money never really mattered. It was just a resource used to provide for his family.

That said, when it came to personal business… things were not as simple. He had not seen Toshi in what felt like ages since Toshi became the Symbol of Peace. That wouldn't be an issue.

("But these are people you consider family. Their… son, the little piss ant that he is, will always be family.") Hisashi thought to himself.

Not wanting to delay the inevitable, Hisashi picked up his cellphone and slipped on his shoes as he left. There was a note on the table for Inko that he would be heading out soon.

There was an old friend he needed to see.

Evening

Dagobah Municipal Park Beach

"What?!"

Looking out at the debris filled landscape of what used to be a beach, Hisashi Midoriya stood like an unstoppable force as the wind blew threw his hair. But the winds of the sea were tainted by the trash and waste that were present on the beach.

Fun fact: Dagobah Municipal Park Beach or Dagobah Beach had been one of the landmarks near the city. For decades, the pristine sand and crashing ocean waves welcomed every citizen from the youngest child to the family pet. Hell, Dagobah Beach was also where Hisashi Midoriya proposed to Inko (cliché right?).

But back to the story.

Looking at Hisashi with shock, hurt and a bit of confusion was Masaru Bakugo, Hisashi's longtime friend since their days at UA… and Katsuki's dad. Another interesting thing to note was who Masaru was married to… her name was Mitsuki and she was Inko's friend during their days at Shiketsu. What's more interesting was the dynamic of the relationship Mitsuki and Masaru shared but that is a small tale for another time.

Masaru had spikey brown hair, wore squared framed glasses, a slight mustache and stood an inch shorter than his friend. Masaru was well versed in both business and law just like Hisashi. But Masaru was more soft spoken than his friend.

"My family and I are going away for a while Masaru. Although I don't know how long it will be, it will definitely be some time before we come back." Hisashi stated again.

"But why though? Is there something going on with the family I should know about?" Masaru questioned with concern.

Hisashi chuckled a bit before uncrossing his arms and placing a hand on Masaru's shoulder. He looked at his longtime friend with assurance and a smile.

"Old friend, everything is just fine. In fact, let's just say things are going to be looking up for my family, especially my son."

Masaru blinked several times before his face scrunched up in concern. What was going on with Izuku?

"Is he okay Hisashi? He hasn't found himself in any trouble has he?"

Hisashi sighed before withdrawing his hand and crossing his arms again. He looked out to the cluttered trash heap that the beach had become. Again, he thought what a waste it had been that it ended up like this. But that was something to worry about later.

"I found out Izuku has been bullied for being Quirkless. It's been going on for three years. Even worse the teachers and caretakers at Izuku's school have turned a blind eye to it all." Hisashi explained.

The green haired man glanced over to his friend and leveled him with a cool stare that did not go with his inner rage. Masaru's face shifted into one of shock and slight indignation. Someone he had very much considered like a nephew was going through such rough treatment? And everyone with any authority and sense turned a blind eye?!

Masaru tilted his head down, a look of frustration on his face as his fists tightened at his sides.

"Hisashi… I had no clue."

"Nor did I old buddy, but what's done is done. Izuku will be much better off in new surroundings and with people who care for him. I know for a fact that some of my extended family will be happy to see him."

Masaru looked up again and let some tension drain from his body. He shoved his hands in his pockets and let out a sigh before continuing their talk.

"So I'm guessing you want him to become the next Iron Fist then?"

Hisashi didn't say a word as he looked his friend dead in the eye. Both held a tense stare down before they both looked out to the cluttered landfill. Just past the trash and debris was the sunset and the ocean.

"It's the only way Masaru. He doesn't have a Quirk to call his own. With Shao Lao's power and all the training he will do, he will have a fighting chance to be the hero he always wanted to be. I want to elevate him to achieve that dream." Hisashi stated.

Masaru sighed as he nodded his head. It was crazy enough attending school with Hisashi and Toshinori. It was even crazier knowing their secrets. Seriously, why did he have to have all this information hidden away in the back of his brain? But he then again he wasn't a hero.

("I'm raising a future one while the man standing next to me was a hero in his own right. Laws be damned he did what he had to…")

"I'm all for this Hisashi… but are you sure you want to do things this way?" Masaru queried.

Hisashi closed his eyes and tilted his head down. The Midoriya patriarch didn't have many options available to him. He had to do this. Even if it meant his career was taking a bit of a dive and certain connections in his life wasn't there anymore. What mattered to him was his family. And what also mattered was the dreams of his only son.

"It's the only way Masaru. It's up to Inko and I to set up the proper starting line. Where Izuku goes on his path will be up to him. All I can do is advise him and love him as any father would."

Hisashi opened his eyes and looked ahead to the sea beyond the trash heap. His eyes and posture spoke of pride, wisdom and hope. Masaru placed a hand on Hisashi's shoulder, sending silent support and prayer.

"Maybe just maybe… I can look back and say that I was a good enough father as well. I haven't done enough for my son and maybe just maybe this will be enough to show how much I care. How much I want my son to be something greater than I ever was." Hisashi mused.

Masaru squeezed his friend's shoulder, silently refuting the doubts the green haired male was voicing about himself. The brown haired man hoped his friend found peace in this new transition.

Elsewhere

Bakugo Residence

The sound of wailing was all that could be heard. On the second floor of a beige colored house, lying in bed with an irritated look on his face was Katsuki Bakugo, Izuku's best friend. The wailing that had woken him up minutes prior belonged to his mother who had just received some shocking news.

Rewind back a bit. Not long after Izuku had eaten, conducted hygiene and went to bed, Inko took a cab to the Bakugo Residence. Of course this was done after Hisashi had lured Masaru Bakugo away for a little chat.

Now… Inko Midoriya was sitting on the couch with an apologetic smile while holding out a handkerchief for her very emotional friend.

Her very emotional best friend of several years now…

Sitting next to her, was Mitsuki Bakugo, Inko's best friend since their days at Shiketsu High and a part time model. Mitsuki has spiky ash-blonde hair like her son and red eyes. She constantly maintains a youthful appearance due to her quirk and great quality of life. Additionally, hiding behind the beauty was a keen mind. Years earlier, both Mitsuki and Inko finished Top 10 in their class by the time they graduated. Although somewhat competitive, both ladies loved each other like sisters and had a blast. But the fun came primarily from Mitsuki's influence.

The blonde woman's wild personality is also the reason why she was the one who asked Masaru out and even proposed they get married. Quite the relationship to those who knew…

As Mitsuki continued to wail, Inko rubbed her friend's back in a comforting manner.

"Oh… calm down Mitsuki… I promise it's not that big a deal…" Inko said, slightly nervous.

Mitsuki stopped in the middle of a hiccup, face hidden in her hands. A red eye peeked between fingers and a moment later Inko found her shoulders being grasped by a very emotional blonde.

"Not a big deal?! Are you crazy?! My best friend, stubborn brother in law and nephew are leaving me! How can you tell me to keep calm and not take this so seriously?!" Mitsuki yelled.

Although tears streamed down her face, Mitsuki had an angry expression that showed her true feelings. She violently shook Inko back and forth, the green haired woman smiling the whole time with a sweatdrop.

The next moment found Mitsuki calmed down with the cutest pout the ever so expressive blonde could muster. Inko still sat with an apologetic smile on her face. Now that her best friend was no longer shaking her like a rag doll, Inko did her best to explain the situation. Especially seeing the Midoriya family was on a time crunch since the patriarch and former vigilante made a very big decision.

"Well… it's what our family needs right now Mitsuki. I promise to stay in touch as best I can but…"

Mitsuki's head whipped hard to her friend and Inko flinched a bit, dropping her smile in the process.

"But nothing! This isn't like you or 'Sashi at all! Families just don't up and leave! Especially during the middle of the school year!" Mitsuki yelled.

Inko frowned and tilted her head a bit. Mitsuki had a point. It was the same point (or several) she tried to make with Hisashi that the man understood well. It just wasn't enough…

Mitsuki clicked her tongue and crossed her arms.

"Even worse it's 'Sashi's idea. Honestly girl, I love and hate that man all at the same time. One minute he's the goofy family man and the next minute he's all mysterious. I mean… was he always like that?" the blonde woman prattled on.

Inko's face softened before she let out a sigh. She turned her attention to the half-drank tea on the coffee table.

"The main reason we're doing this is because this is for Izuku…"

Mitsuki glanced over at her friend questioningly. She wanted to ask what was up with the boy who was practically her nephew even if they weren't related by blood.

"We found out things today that… it hurt to know. It even angered us to know that there were certain things going on that we weren't aware of. Although it's drastic, it's the only solution we have right now. Especially given Izuku's condition…"

Mitsuki grimaced at her friend's words. When she found out Izuku had been Quirkless, her first thought was how bad she felt for Izuku. She then thought how wrong it was for someone she considered the hero with the most heart to not have a quirk. After that, she sent her heart out to Inko who fully appreciated the love and support she received from her best friend.

Mitsuki sighed and placed a hand on Inko's shoulder. The two looked to each other before Mitsuki gave the greenette a warm smile.

"Listen to me… I don't care what kind of crazy plan Hisashi has planned for you. But I do know that you better be sending me letters from wherever you land. And take good care of my nephew for me. Otherwise I might have to hurt you." Mitsuki said, ending her words jokingly.

Inko couldn't help but laugh at the absurdness of her friend's statement. Leave it to Mitsuki to break the tension. There was a reason Inko considered Mitsuki to be her sister (by bond and not by blood).

"I'll update you as often as I can." Inko assured with a bright smile.

Mitsuki returned Inko's smile. Chances were Masaru knew more details than what Inko was letting Mitsuki know at the moment. The blonde was more eager to fill in the gaps when her husband returned home. Until then, she thought ahead on life without her close friends nearby and how she was going to break the news to her son Katsuki.

Several Days later

En Route to China

Private Jet

"Papa, where are we going?" young Izuku asked.

Hisashi, dressed in a long sleeve shirt, cargo pants and dark colored boots, sat comfortably in his seat across from both his son and wife. The man regarded his family for a moment before clearing his throat and gathering his thoughts. Inko was dressed in a turtleneck, dark colored pants and boots with fur trim. Izuku was dressed in a similar way to his father. The young boy looked curiously to the man he had called his other hero.

"We're going to a very special place son. But before we get there, there are some things I need to tell you." Hisashi replied.

Izuku tilted his head, somewhat eager to see what brought on these new changes he was going through with his parents. He wasn't thrilled to be taken out of school, oh heavens no! Izuku loved learning. Izuku loved drawing, coloring, playing with his collectibles and action figures, doing things typical kids would do. But he was disheartened and saddened at the prospect of not continuing school. However, both his parents had explained that a change in scenery was necessary for him to grow. Plus he didn't have to deal with Kacchan or all the bullies anymore. Additionally, no adult outside his small circle of trust would look at him as a burden anymore.

Inko eyed the scenery out the window only showing curiosity and slight wonder while keeping an ear to a talk long overdue.

"So son, what can you tell me about All Might?" Hisashi prompted.

Izuku immediately brightened and his mother giggled as she wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

"Oh boy! He's the Number One Hero and a former graduate of UA High! Some people say his Quirk is some form of super enhancement that allows him to run faster, jump higher and hold the weight of buildings in his hands. While others say he has multiple Quirks at his disposal. On top of that All Might has several HQs located in…"

Izuku continued his fan boy tirade, going as far as guessing All Might's diet and what personal preferences he had. Both parents sweat dropped at their son's enthusiasm and hero worship. Once Izuku was done, Hisashi stared at the boy with a smile before letting out a chuckle.

"Well that makes it easier on me then. I guess I should ask you this then…"

Hisashi leaned in with a smirk and his son looked at him curiously.

"Can you tell me who was a part of All Might's graduating class from UA?"

Izuku immediately shook his head as he didn't know the answer. For such a brilliant young boy who devoted himself to everything hero, even he didn't know everything. Hisashi chuckled and smirked again before pointing a thumb at himself.

"Well son, you're looking at one of the people who graduated with All Might many years ago."

Izuku's young eyes widened and lit up. His mouth was slightly agape at the admission from his father. Little did he know, his father was far from done.

"Although I was in the General Ed department I even managed to become friends with the guy long before he became the hero you see every day." Hisashi clarified.

Izuku's still young mind couldn't fathom it. His dad went to school with All Might. He went to UA with the Symbol of Peace. Izuku turned to his mother, eagerness literally coming off of him in waves.

"Is it true Mama?" Izuku asked with brightened eyes.

Inko nodded as she ran a hand through Izuku's somewhat curly hair. She smiled as she looked over to Hisashi.

"It's true. In fact, high school is where I met your father. While he attended UA with All Might and Masaru, I attended Shiketsu High with Mitsuki. After we graduated, your father and I did our best to keep in touch with each other. The two of us didn't really see each other in person until a few years later." She recounted with a smile.

Izuku blinked a few times and tilted his head. So that's how Kacchan's parents knew his parents? What were the odds of that. The last part of Inko's sentence drew Izuku's attention though.

"Why is that Mama?"

Inko and Hisashi shared a glance before nodding to each other. Inko settled her arm around Izuku and got as comfy as she possibly could before looking at Izuku.

"That… will be explained by your father." She replied.

Izuku looked over to his father, the man wearing a serious expression as he reclined in his seat.

"Izuku… son… what I'm about to tell you is a secret that my side of the family has maintained for several generations. Not only does it impact our family but it impacts the people of a place the world knows nothing about."

Izuku was paying rapt attention as Hisashi gathered his thoughts. The man took a drink of water before beginning with the tale before his origin story. He looked out to the window, the view of mountains and snow coming to his eyes.

"It was a long, long time ago…"

Mountains come into view. Hidden with the mountains is a small city, some of the architecture a cross between various cultures.

"Nomads from distant lands traveled far and wide and help create a city. This city was hidden in a mountain range that it was later named after. K'un-Lun, the city of the immortals."

Monks and Warriors stand side by side. Behind them stood men, women, children and the elderly. Each person was a part of a group that represented the culture they came from.

"These nomads were by no means ordinary. They were merchants, farmers, monks and most of all warriors."

Across a large expanse, groups congregated voicing their displeasure and distrust.

"Of course they didn't get along in the beginning. Times were tense and there were occasions when people fought."

Two people are shaking hands as a massive crowd watches.

"But it didn't last long. Eventually they all worked together to help build a better and brighter future for themselves. While farmers and merchants worked and the families did what normal families would usually do…"

A large monastery sits buried in the mountains, a large set of stairs leading up to it with checkpoints set up along the path.

"The monks and the warriors came together with the idea of bridging gaps and starting new traditions as one people."

A martial arts instructor led dozens upon dozens upon dozens of students in their daily exercise. They went through several martial arts forms and practices…

Aikido

Boxing…

Jiu Jitsu…

Muay Thai…

Jeet Kune Do/ Kung Fu…

Karate…

Early forms of Krav Maga…

Taijutsu

Taekwondo…

"They were the best of the best. The pinnacle of martial arts and fighting took place within the hallowed walls of K'un-Lun's sacred temple. Although kept a secret from the world, not too long after K'un-Lun became a city did the place breed its greatest and most powerful warriors that would put some of today's heroes to shame."

In a cave outside the city of K'un-Lun, a large beast rose from its resting place. It exited its haven and let out a tremendous roar that carried across the landscape.

"One day, the citizens of K'un-Lun met the lone inhabitant of the mountains before they had arrived many years prior. He was a large dragon, wings like a bat, scars adorning his snout and limbs, scales the color of blood and glowing amber eyes that saw into your very soul. He was Shao Lao, the undying."

Shao Lao swooped down in a clearing, encountering the monks and warriors who represented the people of K'un-Lun.

"Shao Lao was neutral as he had been observing humans from afar for quite some time. Even in his sleep he watched people come to the mountains he had come to call his home. But that is neither here nor there."

Two combatants fought in a ring, surrounded by their peers, mentors and Shao Lao himself.

"Shao Lao admired the humans who essentially trespassed into his territory. He admired them so much he made them an offer they couldn't refuse. He offered them the power within his heart. The catch… only the strongest could wield it. Then and only then would they be deemed the rightful protector of K'un-Lun."

One being stood tall, fist outstretched to the heavens and glowing bright yellow, the same yellow found in Shao Lao's eyes. Behind the being was the silhouette of a roaring dragon, that dragon being Shao Lao.

"The protector from then on was named the Immortal Iron Fist. Iron Fist served not only as a guardian of K'un-Lun and the inheritor to the legacy of Shao Lao, but as a true symbol of hope. In a way he or she is like All Might is to citizens of Japan and the world." Hisashi said.

Izuku was stuck in star struck awe. A part of him wondered if the story was real or if it was a myth. As if sensing the question, Hisashi smiled a confident smile and looked at his son.

"And yes son, that story is indeed true. That mythical city still stands today. We're going there to visit family and begin your hero training." Hisashi informed him.

Izuku quickly shook his head before his face lit up in surprise.

"What?!"

Hisashi chuckled. This was to be expected. He still needed to reveal a few other things but right now easing him into it was the best bet.

"Your father's right Izuku. You're going to become a hero. But first things first we need to start you off with a strong foundation. Even All Might needed to learn the basics of being a hero." Inko commented.

"Which is still up for debate whether he understood the basics or not…" Hisashi muttered beneath his breath.

"And once you get the basics, your real hero training will begin. Before you know it, we'll have you back in middle school and you'll be strong enough to put smiles on faces and beat up the bad guys." Inko continued on, ignoring Hisashi.

Izuku's face lit up. This was his chance to finally be a hero. He was going to get a chance to be like All Might and save the innocent. There was just one problem. Izuku sobered a bit and looked up at Inko with a sad pout.

"But… I don't have a Quirk Momma…" He told her.

"You don't need one for this sweety. Just follow Mommy and Daddy's lead on this one. You will become a hero, you'll see." Inko soothed.

Izuku shyly looked into his lap as his mother brought him closer to her side.

"O-Okay…" Izuku meekly said.

Hisashi sighed before looking out the window. He was ready to tell Izuku his secret but if his estimates were right, they should be closing in on the airstrip. It wasn't completely abandoned. The airstrip near the old, ancient city served as a good resting point for passengers and pilots flying throughout Asia.

("I just hope there isn't a blizzard. Last thing I need is to be using my Quirk to reach the city gates…")

Hisashi blinked a few times before he let out a silent snicker. The man folded his arms behind his head, closed his eyes and leaned back. The lazy smile confused Inko and Izuku but they just shrugged it off.

("Ah hell, we'll be fine. I mean what's the worst that can happen?")

Sometime Later…

("Me and my big mouth…") Hisashi thought with a visible eye twitch.

Hisashi collected himself, tramping down the irritation he felt at what was transpiring around him. He had no doubt jinxed himself and his family, bringing about a ferocious blizzard that would chase away anything with common sense.

("Karma can properly go kiss my ass for this one!") Hisashi remarked with an angry smile.

Hisashi reared his head back before unleashing torrents of flames from his mouth. The current Iron Fist was doing this to create a stable path while his family was behind him. But how did they get into this predicament?

A few hours earlier, the Midoriyas stepped off of the private jet and found themselves on an airstrip that hadn't seen much activity recently. There was a fueling station along with a small outpost of sorts to help travelers out. Hisashi then explained to his wife and son that the path to K'un-Lun was up a path that led into the mountains. He warned them of the only danger while trying to get to the ancient city… the unpredictability of nature.

Inko and Izuku heeded Hisashi's words… hence why each of them looked like the colorful versions of the Rebel scum on Hoth. Things weren't bad at first though. The walk through the mountains was rather easy at first. Hisashi carried the camping equipment while Inko and Izuku carried food and supplies.

The weather was of course cold, being they were in a mountainous region. However, there was no sign it was supposed to snow at all.

The trio rested for a bit before continuing on. According to Hisashi they still had at least another day's worth of travel before reaching the gates to the city. But with the way they were progressing and the fact that both Izuku and Inko had stayed close to him despite the fact he was going at a faster pace, Hisashi commented on the fact their travel time might be cut down.

So… in the worst way possible… a blizzard suddenly swept through the mountains out of nowhere, slowing the family's progress. The only reason they were able to keep at their original pace was due to the fact Hisashi was using his Quirk: Fire Breath. But the blizzard would make sure the family didn't make it in a single day's time.

Hisashi once more used Fire Breath, melting the snow in front of him and clearing a path so his family wasn't slowed down. But the winds and the cold were taking its toll. Hisashi slowed his strides and looked back to see Inko holding Izuku up as they braved the inclement weather together. Hisashi's resolve hardened and he realized what he needed to do.

("Izuku will be a hero. But right now we have to make camp or else Izuku will get hurt. Worse yet he might die, he isn't used to this like I am.")

Hisashi then looked to Inko, a slight smile tugging on his lips despite the irritation he felt earlier. Inko looked on ahead, a determined gleam in her eyes and face contorted into a grimace.

("Dammit I love that woman! She's stubborn and determined to a fault.")

Cupping his hands on the sides of his mouth, Hisashi decided to call it a day and tell his family the plan.

"Inko!"

Said woman looked in Hisashi's direction questionably. Izuku for his part kept his eyes closed, clinging to his mother for warmth and hoping the snow woud let up.

"Let's set up camp! At this rate we won't get very far!" Hisashi shouted.

"Oh really? What was your first clue!" Inko yelled sarcastically.

The sarcasm was not lost on Hisashi. The man blinked a few times before he gained his best look of comical anger.

"Oi! This whole thing isn't my fault Inko! What the hell!"

"You easily jinxed before we landed! I saw that look in your eyes Hisashi! How could you?!" Inko shot back.

Izuku, while still clinging to, listened to his mother and father trade insults and barbs. The youngest of the trio sweat dropped, mainly due to the fact that he could tell his parents banter was practically harmless. All they were doing was venting, no harm done.

"Um… can we camp now Momma? My face is getting cold?" Izuku asked.

Inko immediately changed her mood and smiled at her son. Hisashi on the other hand stood tall and crossed his arms. The Midoriya patriarch muttered a few curses under his breath, probably talking about how volatile his wife sometimes is when he pisses her off. She's no Mitsuki Bakugou thankfully. But Mitsuki had some influence during their younger years. Hisashi cursed the high heavens silently as to why they thought it was a good idea for those two to be best friends.

Sometime later...

"Ah~!"

The trio let out a collective sight of contentment. Hisashi luckily got a big enough tent for all of them to share. The tents he was able to purchase were usually used by surveyors and scientists who were operating close to the North or South Pole. Additionally, these tents were favorited amongst hikers and climbers who wanted to be a bit more daring.

"Nothing like the warmth of a heat lamp!" Hisashi chirped with a goofy smile.

"Well you've redeemed yourself now dear. Thank you for this." Inko told him.

Hisashi for his part scratched his cheek with his finger and chuckled sheepishly. Their earlier banter reminded him of his slip up and him jinxing all three of them. Speaking of…

("To anyone listening… I will happily repent as long as you don't send a blizzard our way.")

"Papa?"

Inko and Hisashi both looked to Izuku, the child now recovered from his trek through the snow storm. With a look of pure curiosity, Izuku tilted his head.

"Why did you and Momma not see each other for a while?" He asked.

Hisashi's face contorted into one of confusion. What did Izuku mean by that? The older male began to think about it before a light bulb went off.

"Ah! You're wondering why I didn't see your mother after I graduated from UA, right?" Hisashi wanted to confirm.

Izuku replied with several rapid nods. Not wanting her baby boy to be cold, Inko wrapped the blanket around herself and Izuku, bringing him to her side. Hisashi sat up straighter and crossed his arms.

"Well… remember the story of K'un-Lun and the little bit I told you on Iron Fist?" Hisashi asked.

Izuku nodded, remembering the story he still couldn't believe was real. But then again, Quirks coming to life were something of a dream too. Hisashi sighed before looking to the ceiling of the tent. His thoughts and memories combined helping put together an explanation he had heard several times before.

"As I told you, Iron Fist was a guardian of sorts. The best martial artists and protectors were put into tournaments that help decide who would have the honor of facing Shao Lao and claiming his power. What I didn't tell you was how my side of the family was involved."

"It's true. My family has had many interests, history and mythology among them. Even I never heard about all of this until I met your father." Inko cut in.

Izuku nodded his head taking it all in. He looked to his father somewhat expectantly.

"Were my uncles and aunts involved Papa?" Izuku queried.

Hisashi smiled lightly and looked to his family. He let out a chuckle before his eyes focused solely on Izuku.

"Yes and no. My family helped contribute to the safety of K'un-Lun for many years. In fact, I believe I would have to go at least three or four generations back to when my side of the family settled down in K'un-Lun." Hisashi answered.

Hisashi then waved off his previous statement before getting serious.

"Izuku… the first member of my family to achieve the title and power of Iron Fist was none other than your Great-Great Grandfather." Hisashi admitted.

Izuku's eyes widened at that. So his Great-Great Grandfather Hiroshi had at one point been Iron Fist? Izuku of course never met him but his father told many stories about his family, dating all the way back to Izuku's Great-Great Grandmother. But the stories didn't have anything to do with mystical cities or ancient guardians. They were just stories about life growing up.

"When the time came to pass on the mantle, your Great Grandfather Sai won the next tournament and claimed the role of Iron Fist. He, like his father before him, fulfilled that role to the letter and with immense pride." Hisashi said.

"Then what about Grandpa?"

Hisashi's smile soon turned into a frown. That question brought up uncomfortable memories. Although Hisashi had many good times with his father, there was still the topic that seemed to divide them.

"Your… Grandfather Hanzo was a prodigy of sorts. He spent hours upon hours perfecting his craft. You see, being a student at the temple opened up opportunities to practice whatever style tickled your fancy. Your Grandfather decided to dabble in different styles and methods of fighting in order to maximize his potential."

Hisashi said this before he narrowed his eyes and looked at the heat lamp. For a long time, even though he had long let it go, the Midoriya Patriarch still never understood his father's decision. It irked him to a degree that the man he had idolized would throw away a chance at greatness and to do some good in the world.

"However, he wanted the freedom to perfect his skills without the burden of being a guardian. At least that's my theory. It might be why he declined taking part in the tournament. Anyways, your Grandfather Hanzo declined the opportunity to even try. Then, in all his infinite wisdom decided to train me to take his place."

Izuku's eyes comically bulged out his head. He shakily pointed a finger while his mother was ready to admonish him for pointing, as it was rude to do so. But Izuku probably didn't notice after connecting the dots. This explained the odd things he… sensed? Noticed?

"Y-You're… Y-You're… You…" Izuku stammered.

Inko chuckled nervously while Hisashi couldn't help but snicker and smile.

"That's right son. I'm Iron Fist. And I've been Iron Fist even before going to UA." Hisashi told his son.

Izuku couldn't process it all. His father was some legendary guardian from a mythical city? It was just too much. The young, green haired boy had so many questions.

"Understandably you have a lot of questions, which I'll be more than happy to answer. But right now let's get some rest. We still have a long road ahead of us before we reach K'un-Lun."

Izuku would have said something but he yawned before smacking his lips. He didn't want to say it but the trek had taken a lot of energy out of his small body. Inko noticed this and smiled at her son.

"It's ok honey. We'll talk more tomorrow we promise." Inko assured.

"Okay Momma…"

And with that, Izuku went to bed followed soon after by Inko and Hisashi. The blizzard raged for hours on end until the next morning. Hisashi hoped for two things when the next day came. One, that the blizzard would eventually cease and two, that Izuku wouldn't hate him for breaking the law.

The Next Day

"So you were a vigilante Papa?"

Hisashi slowed his pace as he eyed his son out the corner of his eye. To the family's joy, the blizzard had stopped. However, they were snowed in for a bit until Hisashi could properly melt all the snow away. After a few hours, the trio continued their trek onto K'un-Lun, the new difficulty coming in the form of the countless inches of snow they had to go through.

Hisashi looked ahead of him as he felt the worried gaze of his wife bore into him.

"Yes son, I was." Hisashi answered.

"Why?"

Hisashi could tell there was more to the simple question. Why had Hisashi broke the rules? Why had Hisashi become what most everyone considered a villain? Why would Hisashi endanger his life and the lives of those closest to him?

("I was supposed to be your hero yet I only betrayed what you saw in me son…")

Hisashi sighed for a moment, collecting his thoughts and calming himself. He needed to continue being honest with his son. Right now, trust was key for the future. Izuku needed to trust him and Hisashi couldn't hold back.

"Iron Fist was a guardian from the shadows. The world was and still is not ready for someone like Iron Fist to take the stage. On top of that, my family wanted me to find balance which I whole heartedly agreed with. I wanted to earn a living the right way while keeping people safe." Hisashi replied.

Izuku tilted his head and started to understand it as best he could. To him, his father was still a hero. Sure his father more or less broke the law but he could tell his dad meant well. In fact, deep in Izuku's memory, he remembered the previous year how a fire had taken the lives of tenants in an apartment complex and how no hero was there to help save them. Hisashi had stressed that even the best heroes can't save everyone. No matter how great or powerful a man or woman could possibly be, they couldn't be everywhere at once. Maybe that's why Hisashi was a vigilante?

"Is it because heroes can't help everyone Papa?"

Hisashi smiled and placed a hand on Izuku's back. Inko smiled at the interaction as she trailed her two boys.

"You're exactly right. That's another reason why I did what I did. For what it's worth I don't regret it one bit. Saving lives is more important than anything superficial. Plus, even if the government wanted to hire me I'd refuse in a heartbeat. Iron Fist is a world warrior, not the disposable pawn of a nation."

Izuku looked at his father with sheer admiration. His father would go against all the rules just to fight the bad guys and protect the innocent. He honestly wondered if All Might would be the same?

Izuku smiled and then looked to the path ahead, walking side by side with his father. Inko brightened seeing her favorite boys in the world bond. And Hisashi for one couldn't help but feel a great sense of pride in his son. He knew that Izuku would understand. That understanding would deepen as the boy grew older. Hisashi looked on to the everlasting expanse of snow and mountains as the trio's journey continued.

Two Days Later

They had exhausted their rations and a great amount of energy as they entered what appeared to be a cave. As they ventured in further, the cave only got darker in darker until light was swallowed.

Inko instinctively hugged Izuku close to her body as both mother and son looked on slightly afraid.

"Hisashi…" Inko murmured.

"I know."

Hisashi held up his gloved right hand and made a fist. With a little bit of concentration and effort, Hisashi's fist started to glow golden-yellow. The glow from Hisashi's fist spread for about 5 to 10 meters, thus giving better visibility. Izuku looked at his father in stunned awe while his father simply chuckled.

"This will be yours someday Izuku. What you see now is merely scratching the surface. For now though, let's move on shall we?"

Izuku nodded and with that the trio pressed forward. The walk through the cave lasted nearly an hour, Izuku staying close to Inko out of comfort. Right now the young boy was on edge and he was hoping no scary monsters came out to greet them. He had already learned that dragons (or at least one) were real. He didn't want to test his luck against anything else like Bigfoot, Yetis or maybe the Chupacabra.

That said, his father had reminisced on life in the city of K'un-Lun, talking about stories that featured both friends and family. Plus Hisashi disclosed entertaining stories about his time in UA and what came after. Izuku listened with rapt attention and couldn't help the excitement, joy and admiration he felt. These last two days were a godsend for the father and son duo. The bond they shared only strengthened as a result of this trip. Inko of course was not left out. She pitched stories of her time in Shiketsu and all the memories she shared with Hisashi concerning the older male's Iron Fist persona. It truly was a magical time for Izuku and his parents. Being away from the bullies and naysayers allowed Izuku to enjoy himself more. He never once thought back to the negatives surrounding his life.

As the family continued their trek through the cave, their faces lit up when they saw a bright spot at the end of the tunnel.

"We're close…" Hisashi murmured with a smile.

Izuku and Inko looked at each other with smiles on their faces. Finally, both mother and son were going to get a chance to see the legendary city that was home to Hisashi's side of the family. Hisashi shared their enthusiasm but said nothing. He simply motioned for them to follow him. Within minutes they had exited the tunnel that bridge both ends of the cave. Hisashi dispersed his gathered Chi as he and his family took the time to observe their new surroundings. Izuku and Inko took in the statues and carvings in the chamber with wonder. Each statue was a different depiction of a dragon. The carvings on the wall made no sense though.

For Hisashi of course it started to bring back memories. The last time he was here, he was leaving to make a new life for himself. After all, Hisashi was the youngest to win The Tournament of The Fist at the age of 14 before claiming Shao Lao's power as his own. It was a mere miracle that Hisashi got to Japan in time to take the proper exams in order to enter UA. On top of that it was a great hassle that he entered with not much to call a background. His family was Japanese while living in an ancient city in China. Luckily though, no one called him out for his background.

Dismissing his trip down memory lane, Hisashi looked to the large circular door and noticed something rather… odd.

("Hang on… Last I checked guards are usually posted at this door, both inside and outside. If that's the case…")

Worry, concern, and caution filled the Midoriya patriarch all at once. He looked to Inko with a serious expression surprising the woman.

"Hisashi?" she prompted.

"Stay here. There's something I need to check out." He ordered.

"Okay…?"

Hisashi looked forward and started to walk towards the door. His warrior instincts were telling him to be on guard and mind his surroundings. After all, this chamber was especially made to deal with intruders. It was part of K'un-Lun's security. Either nature would take care of travelers seeking the city out or the defenders of the city would have to get their hands dirty. No one was getting into the city without resistance. No one.

Hisashi stopped in the middle of the chamber and looked around. It was then he heard the distinct sound of cloth and blade. The green haired man's eyes widened and he whirled around just in time to hear his wife cry out.

("Shit!")

"Inko! Izuku!"

Hisashi was angered and shocked to see that his family had swords pointed at them by various ninjas, all wearing animal masks or masks with different patterns on them.

"Papa!" Izuku cried out.

Hisashi took off in a dead sprint only to be stopped by a figure around his size. The Midoriya patriarch snarled as he let his pack hit the ground before taking a stance.

"Get out of my way!" Hisashi shouted.

The figure lunged forward and Hisashi met him head on. The figure started out with a simple jab with the right hand that Hisashi dodged. The figure then followed up with a left uppercut that Hisashi found predictable and dodged that too. Hisashi went on the offensive, with his intention to gauge his opponent's fighting skills before taking an approach to end the fight and save his family.

Hisashi let loose a flurry of punches that were either deflected or blocked. Hisashi dodged a blow to the head before tanking one to his body. Hisashi extended his arm in a punch only for it to be grasped in the enemy's hands. The figure used his leverage and threw Hisashi over his shoulder. Though the impact stunned him more than anything, Hisashi was quick to retract his arm and jump to his feet, putting distance between him and his opponent.

Hisashi huffed before slipping into a different stance. It was a stance that made all the ninja and Hisashi's opponent tense in recognition. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out who exactly they were dealing with. But the figure and leader of the ninjas just smirked beneath his mask.

The figure slipped into a stance of his own and stared Hisashi down. As the figures faced off, Izuku shifted nervously in his mother's grasp. His father was fighting for them and here Izuku was doing nothing to help. But what could he do? He was going to be a hero and heroes needed to find their way out of sticky situations such as these.

But Izuku's thoughts on helping disappeared when he saw his father and the leader of the group of ninja rush at each other. The action was almost too fast for Izuku to keep up with.

The figure performed a flying kick which Hisashi dodged by ducking and rolling on the ground. Hisashi was already on his feet when the figure came at him with a flurry of punches, either aimed for the torso or the face. Hisashi blocked and deflected all the blows before performing a double open palm strike on his opponent's torso.

The figure found himself leaving his feet before landing hard on his back a couple of meters away. The figure shook his head while grasping his chest with one hand. Hisashi easily slipped back into his stance as the figure rose to his feet and shook off the hit.

Hisashi urged his opponent to come at him which the figure happily obliged to. The figure aimed a chop to Hisashi's head which was blocked with a forearm and then countered with an uppercut to the jaw. The uppercut was followed by an eight hit combo to the torso followed by a reverse roundhouse kick to the head.

The figure landed on his hands and the tips of his toes. Staying in a low push-up position, the man turned his head and from the look in his eyes he felt a bit of irritation well up. The figure got to his feet again and rushed Hisashi once more. But just as he was going in for a strike, Hisashi caught him in the face with several right hand jabs before getting him with a cross-jab combo. The figure was now dazed, feeling the impact of those blows on his cranium and brain. Hisashi, seeing a chance to take his opponent down, ran forward, jumped and performed several bicycle kicks while somehow staying in the air. The figure audibly grunted as the kicks got him in the face and torso and forced him back.

Once Hisashi had finished his kicks, he landed on his feet. Hisashi then held out his right hand with his fingers extended and joined. The figure looked down just in time for Hisashi to form a fist and punch the figure hard in the chest.

The figure left his feet again and landed off to the side several feet away, now on his back. The figure groaned before slowly propping himself up by the elbows. Hisashi went back into a stance and stared his opponent down hard.

The figure stared back at Hisashi for a moment before he started to shake. It began with a chuckle before the figure then started to fully laugh. This confused Hisashi and his family as to why this mystery ninja was suddenly laughing after being pushed around. The figure slowly got to his feet before dusting himself off and putting his hands on his hips.

"I should have known better. Honestly, picking fights with you was always a bad idea." The figure remarked.

Hisashi quirked a brow, only slightly amused by what was just said. Had he met this man before?

Seeing the look in Hisashi's eyes, the figure then nodded in realization. Turns out he needed to jog Hisashi's memory a little.

"It has been a while hasn't it? Guess it be easier if I just showed you."

The mystery man then pulled the hood of his mask back with both hands, exposing long, wavy dark green hair. He then pulled the covering over his mouth down to expose his mouth. Once the man's face was exposed Hisashi blinked several times before stunned realization hit him.

"No way…" Hisashi murmured.

The man, who had steel colored eyes beamed a great smile Hisashi's way. With his hands on his hips, the man regarded Hisashi with another nod.

"Brother is that really you?" Hisashi asked.

Inko and Izuku blinked several times before shock set in. Did they hear that right. This man, who led a bunch of ninja and held them hostage was…

Kenshin, Hisashi Midoriya's younger brother

Quirk: Fog of War – When in a cold environment, if there is moisture in the air or anytime the user is near a body of water, they create a fog that disorients an enemy. However, only the user has the visual advantage when the Quirk is used.

"Mhm! Good to see you again after all this time brother!" Kenshin said brightly.

Hisashi slipped out of his stance before approaching his older brother and slugging him on the arm. Hisashi then embraced Kenshin with a hearty laugh. After ending the embrace, Hisashi placed his hands on Kenshin's shoulders.

"Man I knew something was familiar about you!" Hisashi commented.

"Is that why you pulled some of your punches big brother?" Kenshin queried.

Hisashi laughed before stepping back and crossing his arms.

"A little. I just wanted to knock you out for threatening my family. That and I needed entrance into the city." Hisashi answered.

"I see."

Kenshin turned and gestured for his men to stand down. They all did so, sheathing their weapons before stepping away and bowing. Izuku and Inko were a bit confused and still shocked. So this person was related to Hisashi? The green hair was a dead giveaway. But still, he was a member of the family?

Inko looked to the ninjas a bit warily before urging Izuku to walk with her. Both the older men turned their attention to Inko and Izuku.

"Ah! So this must be the lovely Inko and young Izuku?" Kenshin mused.

Both mother and son stopped as they looked to Kenshin. Kenshin stood a few feet away and bowed with his fist across his chest.

"It's a great honor to meet you both. I would like to say I'm very happy to see my big brother's family. I do apologize for inconveniencing you in such a way." Kenshin told them.

"Oh heavens no you're fine! I can understand why you reacted the way you did! No harm done!" Inko frantically dismissed.

"Still…"

Kenshin stood up straight and looked to his brother.

"I'd definitely feel better if I could make it up to you guys." Kenshin told them with an apologetic smile.

Hisashi chuckled a bit before calming down. If his younger brother wanted to make amends for a small transgression, he was going to let him. After all, Hisashi hadn't seen the man in quite some time.

"Well… I can think of a few things." Hisashi vaguely suggested.

Kenshin looked to his brother a little longer before the smile he had widened. There was an unspoken message he understood. So that's what his brother wanted?

"Say no more brother!"

With a whistle and a gesture, Kenshin's subordinates bowed before heading over to the mechanisms controlling the door. As the men began working the controls, the round door slid apart slowly, letting light flow into the chamber. Brightness from the light being let in nearly blinded Izuku and Inko so they shielded their faces. Hisashi and Kenshin on the other hand simply squinted, letting their enhanced eyesight adjust to the light. A moment or two later, the brightness cleared which allowed Izuku and Inko to finally open their eyes. The sight that met their respective gazes left them a bit more breathless than before, giving the altitude.

Once the men had fully opened the gate's door, the Midoriya family (Kenshin included), saw the various buildings, statues and parks that made up the ancient city of K'un-Lun. Izuku and Inko stepped forward, immediately noticing that, despite the fact it was located in the mountains, it maintained relatively comfortable temperatures.

Izuku's face then brightened and a smile found its way to his lips. As Izuku looked around, he found several birds in the sky. Some were species that he had seen before on nature shows. Others were either supposed to be extinct or a completely foreign species. This made Izuku wonder if K'un-Lun had more to it than just being some mystical city hidden in the mountains.

Inko beamed as she took in the sights and fresh air. Hisashi stepped to her side and took her hand in his. Inko glanced over to her husband who was smiling with her.

"You really do know how to show a girl a good time Hisashi." Inko teased with a wink.

Hisashi simply chuckled while scratching his cheek with his free hand.

Kenshin stepped forward in front of the group, his men closing the gate behind them. Once he got in front of the trio's view, he placed his hands on his hips and swelled up with great pride. This was a sight he always loved to get, a total view of the city from a highpoint. He had gotten great views like this from the temple and the palace, along with various tall buildings.

That said, now it was time to show off his home to his brother's family. Before they could get down to official business, he needed to be a tour guide. Kenshin turned around and clapped his hands together, getting the trio's attention.

"Now then… who's up for a tour?"

A/N: Wrap that chapter up in a nice bow!

What you think? Good? Bad? Mediocre?

Also, yes there will be OCs as this story is as AU as it is going to get. Remember it includes elements from Marvel lore concerning Iron Fist.

For starters, yes there is a gate to the city that is buried deep within the mountains. Unlike the Netflix series Iron Fist, the city doesn't appear after a set number of years. It's better defended by the city guardians, the weather and of course Magic mixed with a healthy dosage of Chi.

Yes magic is real in this story, it is just not commonly used because of 'you know what'. Same with Chi.

K'un-Lun has a mixed look. The city's design is a mix of the original design in the comics as well as Ruroni Kenshin's view of the Meiji Era when it came to buildings. Also, mix in the architecture of Edo period Japan from Gin Tama (before and after invasion), and voila we have our great ancient city. You'll learn more about this version of K'un-Lun in the next chapter.

Next chapter? We take a look at some of Izuku's extended family as well as the people he will be training with. Izuku's extended family are given names or have certain qualities modeled after some of your favorite characters from around the multiverse. Plus a tour of K'un-Lun and of course a training montage complete with a musical selection.

Kenshin, although he didn't show it in this chapter, is a swordsman as well as a shinobi. His character takes inspiration from Leonardo from TMNT and Kenshin Himura from Ruroni Kenshin.

I'm also considering a tie in story that I want to cover separately. It's a special based on the Bruce Lee movie The Way of the Dragon/Return of the Dragon, the film that came after an all-time classic Fist of Fury. The plot will be fairly consistent with the movie except there are some changes to help the story stick.

Anyways it took a while for this chapter due to writer's block, work and COVID. Hope you guys enjoyed it!

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Until next time!