A fourteen-year-old boy with different colored eyes and long ears, he was sparring with his trainer Blaze who was swinging a dull sword faster then most eyes could track. Izuku parried and counterattacked each attack with effort and a sheen of sweat covering his face. They were in the castle training grounds currently with dark wooden floors and racks of weapons lining the walls. To an outside perspective the giant man was overwhelming the innocent looking boy. That was until they looked at the boy closely, there were scars scattered about his face all framing the grinning face that reeked of fighting lust. After several more brutal swings an underhand broke through the young boys defense and sent him sprawling with a thin cut on his arm. Blaze stopped and pointed his sword down to the ground his giant smile lighting up the room.
"Much better my lord! You skills improve faster then expected!" Blaze watched in fascination as his lord grinned at him then laid moved his arm over his own cut and a golden glow appeared and healed the wound. The discovery of magic had surprised everyone when one mourning that Izumi was hovering around his room on a tornado of air. He had currently only found he could use wind and healing magic. He had been learning in his free time from Mel but was keeping up with his training to be a hero. Blaze was easily able to send gusts of wind like Allmight if he really got serious and his speed was on par to so Izumi being able to keep up with a fraction of that speed was incredible.
"That's all for today! We have food waiting for us in the dining room. And I have an entire turkey with my name on it!" Yelling out and springing for the door Izuku smiled at the quickly retreating back as the cut heals and only a scar remained. Walking over and placing his practice sword on a rack he turned to the closest window and looked out. Out the window was a sprawling city that was still being expanded. HE could see in the distance fields of food being harvested under the eye of Mel. But up close where homes being built on a wide scale for a purpose. It was his tribute as a hero, people could enter his dimension so he had an idea building off Mel's fourteenth birthday gift of the now fully functional castle. He should quite literally build an entire safe zone for people injured in attacks. The was already a camp built for anybody who entered his portals with medics and soldiers to guard them. Finding the material was easy Izuku could just wish it into existence but a strange thing happened after summoning the metal.
"Ohhhhh, shit what happened?" Izuku was standing in front of a crate of iron ingots and sitting in one of the piles was a black ingot. It had a magical aura that seemed to consume the light around it. A nearby black smith came over and gazed down at the ingots. Derryel was a Elven women with long green hair and black eyes that screamed don't f with me. She wore thick leather gloves and a leather apron over cotton clothes. "Well I'd say that cursed metal." She said calmly and picked up and nearly giving Izuku a heart attack. He waved through the air with his hands trying to convey the idea of picking up anything cursed was a bad idea.
"Don't worry my lord, this is a good thing this means that the metal is stronger and can absorbe some major elemental attacks. Just it will take a while as we cure it." She nodded and tossed the ingot off to the side and then looked at Izuku with a dangerous gleam.
"Bad thing about it is the metals nearly alive and the wielder had to be the one forgoing it." She cackled at the stricken look on her lords face as he realized he was going to be stacked for the next few years. He had school during the day and then magic along with weapons training for two and a half hours each but with the addition of strength training his schedule in the mourning was going to get even worse.
Things went on like that for the next few years each one take if him closer to his goal. The city had been built with enough homes for thousands of people and enough for the elves to take a much needed break, the fields have been harvested and the castle loomed like a pillows of light. The building had five great spires four in a square with one in the middle that rose higher than the rest. The towers were draped with bright flags of green and red showing off the glass stained windows that depicted great hero's from over the era. People like All Might, Nana, SoulKing and others all number one hero's in their era along with others like Nezu and Eraser head. People who flew under the radar but not enough to not be found by Izuku. In the great hall was the throne room where a tall form strode in confidently with only a hint of a limp. He wore a black school uniform that clung to his muscles that nearly tore at the shoulders. Built like a truck Izuku had grown into a knight worthy of the ones of old. His chest rippled with muscle after constant pounding of metal and molding, his arms like pythons from the constant swinging of weapons and the weighted bracelets that lined his arms. Izuku fell into his throne that was engraved with lions and dragons fighting for the highest point three towers point up from the top of the tall back and two from each side of the shoulder area. A throne fit for a king. A king who was now rolling up his pant leg showing off an ugly burn scar that looked like a starburst. Winching as the cloth brushed it he applied healing magic and it healed with only a scar as a reminder. Many more littered his body as he never broke the rule of no quirk usage, Izuku felt that his quirk was a tool and not a flashy sword to be displayed willy nilly. He had to much honor for that, and to much honor ment never backing down from a fight even when he wouldn't hit back. He had become the favorite punching bag of Bakigo because he never hit back and should always be there the next day with out a scratch. The teachers tried to stop it a few times but then left it. They had never seen Izuku use his quirk so they assumed it was weak and went back to heaping praise onto there star student.
Despite this Izuku had friends that should constantly ask if he was alright from allys and closed rooms where people could not see them. So he was perfectly alright with it especially since he was almost finished with his cursed armor set. It had taken several years but a year before he went to collage at UA was ent bad.
"I know why you do this my lord but do you not think that it's better to just cave his head in?" blaze asked from behind a pillar that shadowed his form a tone of slight annoyance coloring his voice. The hall had enough space for a hundred people with banners hanging from the roof displaying art Mel had created. The Lillian's were merely for show and there were ten on each side in a line with about ten feet of space I between and the throne rested in the middle of the twenty foot space at about the eighth pillar closet to the back wall opposite to the great doors leading in.
"Only a distraction, I'd waste time and get in trouble, he either turns villain after school or we get to UA and he nearly kills a classmate. That's when I get to put him in his place." Izuku replied coldly his hatred for Bakugo had grown over the years as he saw torment of his peers and the stress lines on his aura face after the screaming fights with there family.
"But why not put him in down now? Why wait for a future that may leave a comrade injured?" Blaze was slightly confused but he respected his lords decision he only asked out of curiosity.
"Because… for god forsaken reason a part of me thinks I can change him to be better for his mom." Izuku grit out as he finally got all of his injuries healed and looked to his side to find Blaze holding a package.
"It's for you, a gift from me Mel and your mom." Blaze said happily as he hopped slightly up and down his spear and axe jingling around. He seemed like an excited bunny waiting for treats. Izuku looked down at the package and smiled he should always love his mom and would do anything for her. He froze then a thought coming to his head. Then he snaked his face into the floor several times making Blaze confused.
"My lord? Why are you doing that?" Blaze asked over the banging of heads making no move to stop his king.
"Because!! I have an entire castle! And my mom has been working when she could just live here and earn so much money!!" Izuku screamed out in peril as he was embarrassed.
"Why didn't you?" Blaze asked innocently as he had a confused puppy face.
"I don't know!" Izuku wailed again as he slumped back into his throne rubbing the arm rest engravings of a lion and dragon roaring. He sighed and then unwrapped the package, opening it he was left speechless and he lived in a freaking castle so that was hard to do. Laying there was a crown, a weaving of silver lind the outside of a traditional gold crown that waved kike fire with gems embedded into it, the silver complemented the colors in a distictway that took his breath away. Picking it up gently he placed it slowly on his head seeing Blaze hopping in excitement. He looked up with the strange familiar weight on his head and heard a click and a faint flash. Flicking his head to the side he saw Blaze holding a camera backwards with the lens faceing him and blinking the blindness out of his eyes.