Being one of the main merchants in the Stone Territory, he has a very specific routine.

Wake up before dawn, get Jiji ready, head to the Stone kingdom and get the supplies, and spend the whole day making trips around the Stone Kingdom before heading back home and preparing to do it all again the next day.

Despite being whispered about in the kingdom about having a fire elf in the comfort of his home, he never complained. Those rumors didn't meet anything beyond childish ostracizing anyway, and Izuku had bigger things to worry about.

But for the past week, he had been visiting his friend Katsuki from the Dragon Tribe, and he had honestly forgot all about his troubles back over the mountains up north.

But soon, he had to go back home.

Each step made Jiji pause and tremble as the high mountain wind chilled the sheep and Izuku as they slowly made their way around the high peaks of mount Toma. They had to avoid the Mountain Tribe, so going around on the narrow snowy paths was the best way to go back home.

Izuku froze and held onto Jiji everytime the sheep barely lost its step, and he was praying to every single god he knew of. "Jiji, be careful please...!" He yelled out, his voice barely audible over the screaming winds of the mountain.

As Jiji rounded the corner carefully, the sheep lost its footing and let out a distressed bleat as the part of the path they were on crumbled apart, and Izuku gasped as they slid off the edge.

"Jiji!" Izuku cried out, losing sight of anything as the and ice pricked his teary eyes, and the last thing he saw was the peak of Mount Toma, before he felt a nulling pain in his side and a pain in his head as it faded to black.