Time flew and just like that a week had passed. Kurogane had now fully accepted his new life as Hanma Ryūjin. Throughout this week he'd been restlessly pestering his mother about whether he could start training or about his father. The latter topic was a bit sensitive for his mother, but as his son he deserved to know.
All she could say is that his father was simply trying to protect us by not getting near us. The response surprised him as he did not expect such directness but then again, it's her. He sighed already thinking about some possibilities. The man's either wanted—a villain or is extremely deep in some shit.
'But at least I know he's a Hanma. My mother's name before taking on my father's own was Viverion Shiro. Like my past life's name. She says his name, Aurex Hanma, sounds a bit too cybernetic to me.
But from what I know—he told her the Hanma blood appeared late within this world because of the appearance of Quirks. But if that's the case then how old is this man?
He is the supposed primogenitor of my bloodline in this world—so why does it sound like he's lived before the age of Quirks? That's at least two whole centuries! Does that mean the Hanma blood also grants enhanced longevity?
The more I ask the damn woman the less she says. But in order to even conceive me—she'd need to have sex with him right? Ugh gross why'd I just picture it! Ugh—anyways, something isn't adding up. But that aside, let's focus on training. I have eleven years before the start of the canon—I need to get stronger.
Train like Baki—I'll have to increase my flexibility, martial arts, strength and endurance. Firstly, let's head to the old lady and see what she has for me.'
With that—he got up off his bed, heading in the direction of his mother. Time came to pass and finally an entire seven years had come and gone.
Ryūjin now stood at 5'7" at eleven years old—his body wrapped in coiling muscles that warped like steel cables. He was currently in his backyard training with weighted vests, anklets and wristbands strapped all over him.
Far off in the distance—a young boy around the same age as Ryūjin was also shirtless—his body packed with powerful muscles despite his youth albeit he stood smaller in comparison to Ryūjin .
A patch of mossy green hair was all that fell and rose as he shifted stances—expression hardened through years of relentless training. This was none other than Izuku Midoriya. Ryūjin glanced at him for a moment—stunned with silence as he observed how far Izuku had been coming along thus far.
To others it seemed strange how the meek, needy boy could have taken such a dramatic 180 degree turn in terms of personality. But to him? Ryūjin knew better. He knew his input into this world most likely caused a ripple effect. The once jubilant and nervous boy was now a quiet, observant and calculated pre-teen.
Ryūjin chuckled at the revelation. They had met when they were both five years old—both immediately recognizing something deeper within each other the moment their eyes met.
[A/N: Purely brotherhood—Besto Friendo]
They'd become inseparable since then—Though he was still quirkless in this alternate world—after meeting and bonding with Ryūjin he'd shown a great amount of interest in physical training.
Sometimes Ryūjin even wondered if Izuku was like him. However he would dismiss such thoughts whenever he would mention certain past life animes involuntarily and Izuku would just ask what it was and if it was expensive.
Minutes blurred and finally their training came to a hold—Ryūjin approached Izuku with heavy steps—his face spreading a smile as he did so.
Izuku looked at him before popping a bottle cap off and pouring some water right into his mouth. "Looking good man!" Ryūjin said—his voice was no different than that of a fifteen year old kid.
Izuku chuckled as he passed a hand over his lips—"Look at yourself man—you're pure, an absolute unit! It's hard to believe we're the same age!" Izuku said with a grinning laugh.
It was true. Even though Izuku was far more built than the average eleven year old—Ryūjin was on an entirely new level.
That one made Ryūjin chuckle hard—just as they were about to resume—Viverion came out to the back greeting them as she signaled Izuku. "Izu-Kun! Your mother's here for you!"
Hearing those words, Izuku was on his feet immediately. He reached for his shirt before grabbing his bag, turning to leave before turning back and giving Ryūjin a fist bump.
"See you at school tomorrow, Ryū!" Izuku said as he ran off towards Viverion's side.
Ryūjin chucked—before shouting in a comical manner, "OYE! I thought I told you not to give me cheesy nicknames!"
Though he shouted about it—if it was Izuku then it was fine.
The time they spent training together—they'd consider each other best friends—bothering literal brothers. They knew what was to come. They knew how to stop it and most importantly Ryūjin now had a reason to prevent Izuku's power loss.
That was why he told Izuku that soon—into the near future he'd gain a Quirk—and a powerful one at that too. That was why he urged him to be on the lookout. Did he care about causing a butterfly effect? Not really—his existence alone caused the biggest one he'd imagined.
Ryūjin walked into his house—unstrapping his weights as he headed for the showers. His mom in the back had long since returned inside and began prepping dinner.
A few minutes later they were both at the dining table—Ryūjin now refreshed and focused whereas his mother simply ate without much to say.
Ryūjin stared at her before finally speaking, "Did we really have to lie and say I have a quirk?" He'd been over this with her ever since he reached the age where Quirks would usually manifest.
She put down her fork—her eyes lifting gently as she stared at him warmly. "Baby—we've been over this. Your strength comes from your bloodline—from his bloodline stacked with the evolution you received during your birth.
Your body does not need a Quirk but if they were to find out that aside from evolution, your strength also came from your bloodline they'd get curious. Too curious. I'd rather not have my baby in some mad scientist's lab getting cut open and tested everyday."
She said that smoothly—but not a hint of a lie was shown within those words. Ryūjin sighed. Though he knew the truth would come out eventually—he couldn't help but agree with her views. Buying him the time he needed to grow. To show the world what a Hanma can really do.
Shlunk!
His fork stabbed into the meat as he began devouring his food—eager to see where this new life would take him.
[The next morning—]
Birds sang as leaves rustled. The wind blew gently on a morning such as this—Ryūjin sitting in the passenger seat of a black Audi A4 series. A luxurious trip to school I say.
Stopping at the forefront of the school, his mother turned to him before gesturing towards her cheek.
"Come here son, and give mama a kiss now!" She said with a wild—almost childish grin. Releasing a resigned sigh—Ryūjin leaned towards the woman and simply kissed her cheeks. Before exiting the vehicle of course not without mumbling something incoherently.
At the entrance of the gate—a bustle of students could be seen entering in formations whilst chatting amongst themselves. At the far right of the gate—a tall boy was seen with a straight posture and calm expression. He was none other than Izuku Midoriya.
His eyes flickered around before landing subtly on Ryūjin's large figure. A smile graced his freckled face as he raised a hand to greet the approaching boy.
Just then however—a loud and somewhat obnoxious kid a tad bit shorter than him surprisingly—bumped into him.
"Huh? Hey! Deku! You quirkless freak, watch where you're going alright?!" The voice was anything but friendly. This scene abruptly placed Ryūjin's advance on halt—his eyes scanning the scene awaiting any physical outburst.
Izuku's eyes glanced at him—then to the two kids behind him as well. His gaze was low—a little too low before he released a quiet, 'tch' before ignoring them and walking towards Ryūjin .
Bakugo, the bully in question, couldn't help but frown at the unexpected outcome of the situation. He expected Izuku to cry, become flustered and then give him an excuse to beat him up—but none of the following occurred.
His gaze followed Izuku's figure, hands now in his pockets as his goons looked a bit red in the face from the supposed disrespect faced from their victim Izuku.
His eyes met a watching pair. Burnt-gold irises that were welded into eyeballs that had their lids dropped a little too low for a young boy.
Bakugo felt uneasy—almost…frightened?
"Tch—freaks." He spat before signaling to his boys as he headed into the school gates. Just then the school bell rang as Izuku had greeted his friend and immediately inquired what they were to be doing in this afternoon's training session.
Ryūjin filled him in as his eyes scanned the faces of those that observed him cautiously within the school halls.
"Woah—that's the rumored first year this year. Hanma Ryūjin! The kid's huge!"
"Dang—I heard he's only eleven. I thought he was a repeater!"
Around him whispers came out easily—Yet Ryūjin ignored them as he and Izuku talked about how they would improve certain techniques they were working on.
'Aldera Junior High—four more years until UA. Things are gonna be interesting!'
TO BE CONTINUED!!!