[My English] It's not a problem if you can communicate with your fists

When I opened my eyes, I saw a dark stain on the bottom of the bar's wooden counter.

……bar?

why am i in a bar

I should have been brought into the portal with Bakugo.

The bones all over my body experienced bursting pain, which made it extremely difficult for me to move around.The pain in my knee was particularly intense. I didn't need to confirm it. I was already sure that my leg was probably useless.

What an irony.

Among my gymnastics, the one I have been trained the most and the one I am most proud of is the leg technique.

In order to make up for the natural weakness of women, I gave up the conventional boxing method, and it is easier to concentrate the strength of the whole body at one point. The explosive kicking method is a decision I made after many discussions with Daddy Cheap. The situation had to be forced to give up.

What's even more ironic is that even if I crippled my legs, I couldn't stop Bakugou from being taken away by the enemy.

"Ah, she's awake." The black leather shoes appeared in the center of sight.I raised my head with difficulty, and the black-haired young man in my memory who was clamping Bakugo's neck looked at me condescendingly, with an unpredictable smile on his face, "I thought I would just die like this."

"Don't be kidding," the light blue-haired youth I've seen in USJ sneered, "This guy is best at stepping on other people's corpses to survive."

A deep smile rolled out of the black-haired youth's throat.

He reached out to touch me, but was stopped by the boy's hoarse roar.

"Don't touch her!"

Bakugou was fixed on the chair by an exaggerated restraint device, probably to prevent the boy from suddenly violently rising up. His hands were fixed by heavy metal shackles, and he couldn't even move the simplest.

Even so, the blond boy's expression was as fierce as ever.

"As you can see, little girl," the black-haired young man squatted down and looked at me, with a little helplessness in his tone, "It's not that we don't want to help you deal with the injury, it's that your little boyfriend doesn't allow us to touch you...how about you and Explain to him that we won't kill you?"

I looked into the young man's eyes with a wooden face.

Honestly I'd love to correct his "little boyfriend", but given the current situation, it doesn't make much sense to dwell on it.At the same time, I don't think there is a problem with Bakugou's judgment. Although he said that keeping me is more useful than killing me, the guy with him is the guy who wants to kill me in USJ.

As soon as I saw the young man with light blue hair, I felt a little pain in my neck.

Luckily, the bar doesn't have a lot of space, so they didn't bring the kind of monsters that appear in USJ.

"Why do you need to heal her?" the light blue-haired young man complained loudly. "This kind of guy can just let her fend for herself. Anyway, living is a waste of resources!"

"I thought the person you hate the most should be All Might." Du Wo, who was sitting next to the young man, laughed "hee hee" as if he had discovered something interesting, "That is to say, you and New York You really know each other, right?"

I listened to the conversation between them, trying to find clues about youth from my poor few memories.

Before this, I always thought that my memory was normal, but when I really tried to recall the things I wanted to remember, I realized that my memory might not be very good.At least I don't have the slightest impression that I have actually had contact with the person in front of me.

"Forget it, it's normal if you don't remember anyway," the blue-haired young man stretched out his hand, and slowly removed the severed hand that was on his face, "No one takes seriously the person they hate. Well."

"you--!"

this face.

Ah, I do know this face.

That was when I was still in the orphanage.For me, the owner of this face is not a likable type, and it can even be said to be one of the few types of people I hate the most.

"Long time no see," the other party squinted his scarlet eyes and greeted me with a strange tone, "Niu Xu."

I bit my back teeth and squeezed out the other party's name from my throat, "...Shimura Fuka."

Yes.I hate this man in front of me.Just like he hates me.If I have to generalize, the relationship between Shimura and I is probably the one where we have to kill each other.

"I really regret that I didn't kill you directly in USJ." The young man came over, grabbed my hair with his left hand while Bakugou roared, and forced me to look at him, "Even if you know that keeping you is more useful than killing you Bigger, I want you to die too."

The pain of my scalp being pulled and the pain of my bones cracking together made my whole body tremble.

Shimura smiled and grabbed my arm, which was unable to move freely due to the fracture, with his right hand. Fish scale-shaped cracks appeared where the skin met. Those cracks gradually expanded and peeled off, revealing the bright red texture under the skin.

It must be very painful.

I think.

In fact, I no longer have the perception of "pain".Everything in my sight was like a movie playing, but I was just lying on the clouds, watching the changes in myself while enjoying the subtle feeling of weightlessness.

Probably bored by my reaction, the young man withdrew his right hand and slammed my head on the floor with his left hand.

"Go to hell!"

He yelled like a three-year-old dissatisfied with a toy.

Before this, I always thought that Bakugo was the most childish person I've ever met, but now, please allow me to revise my opinion, Shimura is more childish than Bakugo, and it's an unpleasant kind of childish.

"Why, why!" He stepped on my temple with a pair of scuffed but carefully starched red sneakers, and shouted nervously, "We are obviously the same, we are all betrayed by this society Now, why do you still have such absurd wish of 'wanting to be a hero'!"

Yes.

We have been betrayed by this world.

Because of the hero, all who perceive our situation are blind to the tragedy in front of us.They said, "Anyway, there will be heroes to deal with it" and walked away, leaving us huddled in a dark corner and shivering.

But so what?

There is nothing wrong with heroes who exist to help others. If there were no heroes, maybe our situation would be even more miserable.

All I can do is be a hero and pay for my sins while doing my best to prevent what happened to me from happening again.

But Shimura is different.

He hated the society that turned a blind eye to his misery, hated the hero.

That's why I hate him.

"Hey... Shimura."

I twitched the corners of my mouth, and the hoarse voice from my throat was as harsh as a rusty iron saw rubbing against dry wood.The head swayed in a small range following the young man's movements, which made my vision very blurred, and I couldn't even see the expression of Bakugou who was restrained opposite me.

"You know, I've always felt that... people can indeed be as low as dust, but they can't be twisted like maggots like you!"

The author has something to say:

The last sentence of the heroine comes from Mandela's "Don't get used to the darkness and defend the darkness; don't be complacent about your own troubles; don't ridicule those who are braver and hotter than yourself. You can be as humble as dust, but you can't Twisted like maggots".

Brother Diao and the heroine hate each other. To put it bluntly, they are "mirrors of each other". When they were children, they were abandoned by others as "the hero will deal with it anyway", but the heroine still chose to forgive this society. Brother Diao chose to hate

ps I haven’t chopped off the knife yet, you are calling stepmother and stepmother. When I write about Shenye, are you going to send me the blade directly? Hey...the knife with the biggest cut line hasn’t come out yet, don’t get excited

ppps may have another update in the evening, all of which are fished out at work. I don’t know when I’ll be back when I’m going out to eat at night. Today, there should only be two updates.