At night, Izuku decided to sneak out to see the festival going on at the village, considering how boring it'd been lately with all the training, etiquette lessons and such. He crept through the halls of the dimly lit castle before arriving at the palace stables, tacking up his white horse, Kori, and heading out. "C'mon boy, we're going out to see the festival..." He mumbled softly and quietly to his horse. They reached the village, Izuku pulling his hood over his head to conceal his identity.