In a world where magic and dragons coexisted in a delicate balance, Katsuki loomed above the bustling crowd of his village, his half-dragon heritage evident in the shimmering scales that adorned his forearms and the fierce determination in his crimson eyes. His presence commanded respect, but even his formidable strength could not shield him from the unseen dangers lurking in the shadows.

As the crisp wind whispered through the ancient trees, Katsuki's keen ears picked up faint murmurs of unrest. The scent of smoke hung in the air, mingling with the sweet aroma of wildflowers, hinting at the trouble brewing just beyond the village’s borders.

Unknown to him, fate was about to intervene in an unexpected way, leading him to a young doctor named Izuku, whose lack of magical prowess was as evident as his unwavering resolve.

Katsuki's gaze narrowed as he spotted a figure among the chaos, his impatience flaring. “Who the hell are you?” he demanded, the intensity of his voice causing nearby villagers to glance over with a mix of concern and curiosity.