[My English] Uncle, I just want to be a salted fish

"Let's give it back to you, young man," said the skinny hero who was clearly tortured by pain, "Since it's a miracle, it means it's more precious than I expected."

Izuku Midoriya, who obviously wanted to open his mouth to say something, closed his mouth again, biting his lower lip tightly with his teeth, clenched his fist that had just been healed tightly, and there was a faint glimmer of water in his eyes.

Aizawa Shouta lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Kurosawa Zhen is no longer the usual dead fish-eyed look, and the amazing appearance of the beautiful boy B is fully displayed, but Oulumite still looks unmoved.

The blue and golden pupils intertwine, it may be for a long time, or it may be just a moment.

Aware of Olumat's insistence, Kurosawa sighed indiscernibly.

"You are always protecting the world, and let the world protect you once in a while, Olumat."

The expressionless Kurosawa Jin was like a god at that moment.The other three people who didn't expect Kurosawa to say that at all were stunned, but Kurosawa didn't give them any time to react, and continued:

"Don't say that it's your job to protect the world. No one can carry the weight of the whole world on their shoulders. Never."

In my mind, those pictures that I will never forget gradually emerged.

"Pay blood, sweat, life, and sometimes even bear the pressure from the whole society; feet stuck in the mud, straight spine bent, just to move forward bravely for the goal that can never be achieved, No matter what happens, the light in their eyes can’t be extinguished! Why!! Why are you still insisting on it!! Those bastards!!”

Kurosawa, whose mood was gradually collapsing, took a deep breath and tried to calm down his excitement: "Sorry, I'm not talking about you again."

Looking at the Kurosawa array with Olumat's eyes just now, the eyes that I have seen countless times before can't be restrained in my mind. Although the colors are different and the shapes are different, but...the same eyes with that ray of light.

That's when being controlled by the system plays the "villain".

To be honest, Kurosawa was not a good person, and even had a high interest in destroying these stubborn guys at the beginning.

However... when did I start to change my mind?

Is it that no matter how many wounds are cut on them, they will rise again?Is it that no matter how they hurt the important people around them, they can turn their hatred into motivation and still help others without hesitation?No matter how they disagree, they will never forget the time they worked hard together?No matter how much public opinion is used to suppress them, they still love those stupid people? …

Kurosawa doesn't know, he only knows that these damned guys are too dazzling to look directly at, dazzling...

He couldn't help but fucking want to get closer.

He once grabbed a guy by the collar and questioned him, why, why, after he had hurt him so many times, this guy kept asking him to go back, and kept saying what brother.

Obviously already hurt like that, right?In the end is why! ?Why! !

Ah, what did that idiot say... Ah yes, what did that guy who was always so careless and careless say... "Because your eyes tell me that you want to come back." Such nonsensical nonsense...

He had also been pinned to the ground and beaten violently, thinking that he could die countless times, that guy could be destroyed by himself, breaking that guy's vow never to kill anyone.

However, when he opened his eyes again, he was still alive in the familiar prison, facing his familiar inmates.

Destroy that guy's friend, make him a criminal; ruin that guy's female henchman, make her an amputee; Choose a game of death, let the guy's heart be condemned and hit.

But that didn't work out, and the fearsome and respectable Dark Knight didn't fall once.

"So... when I see the heroes of this world walking under the sun so dazzlingly, being praised and worshiped by people, and guarding a peaceful world... Uncle, I... I am really happy..."

"Uncle, I can't see the scene of a hero's twilight the most."

"If you're a hero, just give me a good old age!"

"Let time, the idiot, take away his physical strength and youth little by little, and then watch the beautiful world he guarded and die with a smile!! Heroes assholes!!!"

"... Ah... Sorry, I lost my composure."

Suddenly awakened, Kurosawa realized that at some point, his face was covered with tears. He silently lowered his head, roaring with a hoarse voice that was deep but clear.

"So, it's just a card that is slightly more precious than the blue-eyed white dragon. Uncle, I will accept it carefully and keep it close to me at any time...Bastard...I don't want to see you die in some weird place..." No protection Well, the father of this world has already committed a great dereliction of duty!How could it be possible to look at Oulumite weak and indifferent like this, you bastard!

If it weren't for the damn world being different and the power system different, how could it be so troublesome... and you have to wear it close to your body and activate it slowly...

There was a slight warmth from the top of the head, and the tears on the face were wiped away by the slightly rough fingertips, leaving only some inconspicuous tear stains and still red eyes.Oulumite, who didn't know when he turned into a muscle model, bent over and brought his face close to Kurosawa's eyes, and unfolded a smile that was almost a sign, and promised with a sense of assurance:

"Don't worry, Kurosawa boy. I, Olumat, is a symbol of peace."

Kurosawa, who was stunned, sobbed a little, and turned his head to the side angrily: "Hi...Uncle, me...Hi...It's not Ou Chu...Hi..."

"certainly not!!!"

Oulumite, who was rubbing Kurosawa Jin's head, didn't care, and let out a loud "ah ha ha ha" sound.

"Well, Kurosawa boy, take a good rest first. Don't miss the afternoon class."

After seeing Oulumite and Aizawa Shouta go out, Kurosawa Jin looked curiously at Izuku Midoriya, who had just injured his finger and had fully recovered now: "Young man from Green Valley, won't you go together? It seems that there is also a culture class."

"Hey! Ah, that, um...how should I put it... I always feel that Kurosawa-san seems to have experienced a lot..." Izuku Midoriya, who spoke carefully, looked at Jin Kurosawa with big eyes blinking.

Kurosawa, who regained his expression of salted fish, fell back on the hospital bed with a "baji", his lazy appearance looked completely useless, and he couldn't tell that he had said something very handsome just now.

"Sah—uncle, of course I have experienced many things. After all, those who aspire to become a useless uncle must have witnessed all kinds of social conditions! I have never been to the mountain of swords, to the sea of ​​fire, to fight the society, to step on the Qinglong gang, A good-for-nothing uncle who sees through the coldness of the world cannot be called a complete good-for-nothing uncle at all!!"

"No, I always feel that the image of Kurosawa-san who just said such a handsome thing has completely collapsed. And Kurosawa-san always feels that there is something wrong with the goal of life... Ah... It should be said that it is why you regard the good-for-nothing uncle as your life goal. Kurosawa-san!! And your so-called good-for-nothing uncle is completely out of touch with good-for-nothing!!!"

Unknowingly, Midoriya Izuku, who made a violent face, always felt that he had awakened some very bad skills.

"Oh! Very good! Green Valley boy! Did you actually make such a subtle complaint! You are indeed the boy that Oulumite likes, and even the god of complaints is looking after you!!"

"I... let's not talk about what kind of weird thing the God of Tucao is, Kurosawa-san, you know too much, right!! Ah, no... I... Olumite..."

"It's easy to be clichéd, Green Valley boy." Kurosawa Jin, who showed an exaggerated and disdainful expression, looked completely disdainful: "And ah, the class bell has already rung. You're going to be late, Green Valley boy. "

"!!" Midoriya Izuku, who was suddenly alert, found something wrong as soon as he stepped out: "By the way, Kurosawa-san, aren't you going?"

"Huh?" Kurosawa Jin, who was wearing dead fish eyes, asked back as a matter of course:

"If you have such a legitimate reason to be absent from class but not absent, then it's not high school at all!"

"Although I really want to complain about Kurosawa-san, what kind of high school is in your mind, but time is running out, so I'm leaving first!"