The salted fish of strength supremacy

"I never thought you could be a hero, nor would I recognize you as a hero."

Aizawa Xiaota was leaning against the wall, it seemed that he was a bit reluctant to come out of the medical room, his eyes were tired, it was different from the listless one in the past, the tiredness of the body is different from the tiredness of the mind.

"But Ayanokōji Kiyotaka, are you sure that your character can gain a foothold in society?" Aizawa Shouta said in a low voice, "This world is more complicated than you imagined, and it is also stronger than you imagined. Child, turn a blind eye to your pretense."

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka thought for a while, "But I'm not pretending."

"I know that if you just take the psychological test, you will definitely pass, but it's just a piece of paper, and I think you know it very well."

But what does it matter?

He can see clearly what kind of impact his ability and character will have on this world. The so-called interpersonal relationships and feelings are all born under the condition of satisfying selfish desires. It also exists only for self-satisfaction.

What is the difference between using others to satisfy your feelings?

He makes choices for his own life and freedom, and others make choices to satisfy their own feelings. What is the difference between high and low?

There is a problem with the kind of people who openly accuse people of choosing interests because they choose feelings, but they get different rewards, so why are they divided into two camps?Obviously it's a matter of trade-offs.

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka didn't even have any ups and downs in breathing, like a sleeping sea, it looked calm, but once it went deep into it, it would be swallowed up by the gentle sea water, pulled and hugged by invisible hands. , drowning and dying, a danger that is completely invisible from the outside.

But if you say it, Mr. Aizawa will definitely say that this idea is wrong.

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka looked into Aizawa Shouta's eyes calmly, during this period of time none of them spoke, an indescribable silence spread between them, Aizawa Shouta sighed, he turned and left, as if I don't intend to continue talking.

"Since it's your own choice, then go ahead and go all the way to what you think is freedom, and then see what the world looks like."

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka watched him leave, and after a while he narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Really? Let's see when the time comes, whether the future is the freedom I think, or the bondage judged by Mr. Aizawa."

He turned and left with light footsteps, he was not an unintentional person, Aizawa Shouta was thinking of him, he could still tell that different thoughts and different choices did not mean that he had to ignore this concern.

Feelings are the best tool to use.

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka who left didn't notice that on the other side of the wall, the golden boy was quietly leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets, his pair of red eyes had some meaning in them.

……

The weather was fine on the day when the sports festival started. All the first graders lined up and waited to enter the arena. This is a grand event for heroes. Everyone was very excited. Even the ordinary subjects, which were still sluggish before, became a little bit nervous because of the atmosphere. expect.

"The first grade is appearing now!"

Bryant Mike's loud voice resounded throughout the playground, the door in front of him slowly opened, and everyone saw the person sitting on the steps.

Countless professional heroes and people who came to watch the game sat in the stands, and made a welcome sound the moment they appeared. Although the third-year game was more interesting, there were still a group of people who wanted to see the strength of the freshmen.

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka stood among the students. He looked at the people around him calmly. He didn't have the slightest fluctuation in this kind of scene where ordinary people would obviously be excited and nervous. He didn't even have the slightest rush in heartbeat and breathing. He was like a Robots do not have emotional programs, and even the simulation is laborious.

"Wow, there are really a lot of people."

"What should I do, I'm a little nervous now, do I really want to compete in front of so many people?"

"It would be embarrassing if you were brushed off in the first game."

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka stood in the middle and looked at the flustered students. After they stepped here, they finally seemed to want to work hard, but it was useless. The general department had never done any training for the sports festival. Everyone in the general department will not last until the decisive battle in the afternoon.

Then it will be eliminated in the second level, and it is better to give up the light of general subjects to worry about others.

Teacher Midnight was responsible for explaining the rules to the first grade. This beautiful hero made countless people blush as soon as she appeared on the stage, especially a little guy in class A with purple grapes all over his head. Qinglong could also clearly see that his saliva was almost dripping to the ground.

"Hello." The troublemaker next to him frowned slightly, "Isn't your friend the purple grape?"

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka turned to look at him, "Of course not.

"That's good." The worrying person stared at the back of Class A of the first year, "If I am promoted to the hero department, I will definitely pull one of the students down. I think this purple grape is not pleasing to the eye."

Well?Ayanokōji Kiyotaka looked at him calmly.

Xinsao, do you think it's easy to be promoted from the general department to the hero department?Or do you think you can choose a replacement person according to your preferences?

Immediately after the first grade oath, Ayanokōji Kiyotaka watched calmly as Bakugo Katsuki walked up to the oath stand with his stinky fart. Bakugo Katsuki is really a very strange person, with a personality like a stinking ditch. It is always possible to make people overlook his equally excellent and extreme results.

This is the so-called camouflage?Maybe try to learn it.

"The champion belongs to Lao Tzu."

Sure enough, that was the only thing he could say.

There was silence, and three seconds later, the entire first-year division erupted in angry roars.

"I've changed my goal." Worryingly made the person staring at the oath platform, "Compared to hating, the guy above is better than that purple grape. Sure enough, the heroes are all arrogant guys."

"Choose Bakugo as your opponent?" Ayanokōji Kiyotaka thought about it seriously, "Although I don't want to say that, but...you can't do it, just give up."

"Huh?" Worrying looked at him in shock, "Why?"

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka explained to him patiently, "Bakugo is the top three student in class A of the first year of the Hero Department, No. 1 in the entrance examination, and has a very strong personality."

"I'll work hard, and I'm stronger than before!" The worrying person tried to increase his confidence.

"But he is also improving. He is a student of the hero department. I think he should be much better than you doing the training yourself." Ayanokōji Kiyotaka didn't care about the little heart that was poked into scum, "Do you want I think it is possible to be promoted to the hero department, but if you want to pull Bakugo down, unless he voluntarily quits school."

"But you don't know him, right? Why do you know him so well? Are you his fan?" The troublemaker looked at him strangely.

"No." Ayanokōji Kiyotaka was a little surprised and worried that someone would come to this conclusion, "Actually, Bakugou and I grew up together when we were young, no matter if it was kindergarten, primary school or junior high school, we were in the same school and one class. Isn't it normal to understand?"

The worry made people stunned, "Huh? The friend of the hero department you said is Bakugou?"

"I don't have a good relationship with Bakugou. I'm talking about another one, Izuku Midoriya, stand up the green-haired boy in front of you."

Xin Cao was startled, "You actually have two acquaintances in the hero department?!"

"It has nothing to do with you not being able to beat Bakugo, right?" Ayanokōji Kiyotaka replied.

He was so worried that he stopped talking, and he silently lowered his head, so depressed that he could see the black air permeating his body.

Realizing later that he seemed to have hit him too hard, Kiyotaka Ayanokōji turned his head and looked ahead, as if nothing had happened.

"You're so confident, Bakugou." Blessent Mike patted Aizawa Shouta on the shoulder next to him, "You really deserve to be a student in your class, mummy."

Aizawa Shouta sat in the studio with a blank expression, his body was still covered with layers of white bandages, "So why do you let a wounded person accompany you to explain."

"Don't care about these details!" Bresant Mike turned his attention to the arena again, "Then, I announce that the qualifiers begin!"

The moment the start was announced, everyone rushed out, even the general department who didn't know anything quickly squeezed in, Ayanokōji Kiyotaka stood quietly, watching them huddled together at the entrance of the passage, a little carelessly Seems like it's about to turn into a stampede at Heige High.

"Let's go?" Worryingly looked at him, "Even if you don't plan to be cleared in the first level, I'll go first and see you at the end."

The crowding at the door was just a temporary inconvenience, and soon they passed through the door, but the people in front left a layer of ice on the ground, which made the ground abnormally slippery, Ayanokōji Kiyotaka slid slowly, thinking about his Which ranking should be set at a time.

Although it was a qualifier, the school didn't say how many top players would enter the next competition, just like what they said, they couldn't be eliminated in the first round.

So, how about picking No. 35?

Just when Ayanokōji Kiyotaka was thinking, a shadow suddenly appeared in front of him, Ayanokōji Kiyotaka stopped, he raised his head and looked forward, and a huge robot stood in front of him.

"Several people have passed the first level now! Sure enough, the robot can't stop everyone's pace, wait... Is there a robot coming from the side?"

The monitor quickly turned to that side, and Kiyotaka Ayanokouji turned his head to take a look, and the calm face of Kiyotaka Ayanokouji appeared on the big screen.

"Wow, you look so calm! It seems that you don't need to care at all. Let's see if this classmate can turn the crisis into safety!"

It's so troublesome, Ayanokōji Kiyotaka put his hands in his pockets and looked at the robot staring straight at him, shouldn't he just give up here?There is absolutely no need to participate in this kind of sports festival. Isn't it good to sell drinks and record data with the business department?How leisurely.

"Still motionless?" Bresant Mike turned his head to look at Aizawa Shouta, "What do you think the mummy will do?"

Aizawa Souta looked at the screen silently, "I don't know."

Of course, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka's shot was not as exciting as the few people scrambling ahead, and the camera quickly switched to the front. At the moment of the camera switch, Aizawa Shota narrowed his eyes slightly. He seemed to have seen Ayanokouji Kiyotaka turn his head just now. Come on, at that moment, he only saw the pair of golden eyes of Ayanokouji.

"The target is locked, and the attack begins."

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka retreated abruptly, with a bang, the robot hit the ground with a loud noise, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka slipped and almost fell, he looked down at the ice on the ground slightly, it was really in the way.

The other arm of the robot struck, and Kiyotaka Ayanokouji raised his head slightly, sizing up the robot with golden eyes.

The movements are slow and cumbersome, even ordinary subjects can dodge it very well, if they fall on the ice... can they just step on it and walk through these ice layers?

In the stands, Bresant Mack looked at the students fighting on the field with great interest. Suddenly, he froze the screen to a picture, and Aizawa Shota glanced at it lightly, it was Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.

"Huh? The robot fell down?" Bryant Mike touched his chin and clicked his tongue, "Oh, this student actually stepped on the fallen robot and successfully walked through the corridor that was frozen by the bombarded classmate! It's really... so boring, everyone else has to pass the second level, the progress is too slow."

Aizawa Shouta looked at the screen, "But, no more, no less, just right in the middle of all the participating students, what a coincidence."