I have become stronger, but also shorter [comprehensive]

Eric would go to Mr. Grant Reno's office because of All Might's suggestion.

The reality is indeed a bit cruel for those children who really need practice and exercise.However, Eric is different from them and cannot be mentioned together.

He has no need to learn from anyone.

In the field of "becoming stronger", no one can teach him anything.What's more, even if it is impossible to specifically summarize how strong he is, he is already at the top - he knows it well, and there is no need to question it.

To sum it up.

How strong Eric is, he himself doesn't know.But what I know is that I am the strongest, and, so far, only Saitama can fight him.

Oh, he also knew that although he was strong before he died because of something, he was not as strong as he is now.

After dying once, and being resurrected inexplicably, his strength is directly several times that of the previous unlimited.

Don't ask why.

This happened to be in the large memory area that Eric lacked, and the reason would not be known until the memory was restored.

"Well, in fact, according to the rules, there is still the possibility of continuing to become stronger, right?"

"... What's the rule, die again!"

Let's not talk about whether Eric is happy or not.

Die again, this is already impossible.

As I said before, I can't fully perceive how strong he is at this time, because there is really no place or opportunity for him to fully determine the upper limit through practice.

If you have to let this possibility come true.

Then there can only be one situation.

If one day, he and his friend Saitama who can confront him head-on, for some reason, must have a deathmatch that puts aside all worries and uses all their strength.

Then, there are only two outcomes.

One is that the two of them really decided the outcome, and one of them died.

The other kind of result is extremely tragic, of course, they all die together, and at the same time bring the planet that was implicated by the shocking battle, and everyone dies together.

"..."

"This may also be described as terrible. If you can't fight, you can't fight, stop and stop."

Saitama was frightened by this bloody and desperate conjecture, shook his head, and directly vetoed and skipped it.

Don't even think about it, what is the reason for him and Eric to fight like that.

Well.

At least he had to quietly eat up Eric's cake, throw away his favorite junk food, and tell his face that he was a short man who didn't grow tall-this is asking for death, thinking about it, it feels like the end of the world Just enough to get there!

"I really want to fight with you."

Eric was still a little brooding.

His first reaction when he met Saitama was to issue a challenge.

Although it doesn't look very obvious at the moment, in the bones of this man, Eric, is the blood of fighting for strength and fighting.

The appearance of a man at the beginning is quite different from his current indifference. Fortunately, his essence is like this, and no matter how much he changes, he will not be able to change the fundamental factors that make up his personality.

It's like the lava in the ground is covered by the snow-capped mountains on the surface, and it usually doesn't bother to make a sound.Until encountering an opponent who can arouse interest, the calm as if solidified fiery lava suddenly boils and bursts out.

Of course.

Saitama is the only rival and friend who can arouse his interest so far.

Even if they want to compete, they have to take into account the fragile existence other than themselves.

A little movement of the bones can bring shocks comparable to natural disasters. If you want to be serious-don't think about it, there is no way.

"Forget it, there is no need to fight."

Saitama said.

They had just returned from buying cakes across the city, and while chatting, they sat on the roof of the rented house and ate.

The clerk put two extra strawberries on top of Eric's cake as expected, this treatment made Saitama very jealous.

The same person who paid a terrible price to become stronger, why is Eric going in an enviable direction——

Forget it, forget it.

The cake was just eaten casually, and the two men sat where normal people would never turn upside down, and the point was to get together and drink.

When Saitama slowly drank half of a bottle of beer, Eric had already drank the whole bottle with his head up.

As usual, his face is not red, his heart is not beating, his expression is cold, and his drinking capacity is terrible.

"Depressed... Olmert recommended a place to me."

In short, after talking so far, the topic finally returned to the original internship location.

"It's his former teacher. He made a special comeback this time to help him transfer and teach his disciples. Oh, it's that kid called Izuku Midoriya."

Eric briefly talked to Saitama, only that the studio introduced by Olmert had only that teacher in total, and the main target was Izuku Midoriya.

If he goes there, the teacher will learn a little bit of inside information from Olmert, and he will not be idle and take care of him, and he will not have to endure all kinds of troubles that he will inevitably encounter when going to other studios.

In a word.

This is a pretense.

The premise of absolute freedom is the most suitable "internship" place for him, and there should be no other place other than this.

"Isn't that great, why are you hesitating?" Saitama was puzzled.

"It's not hesitation."

Eric said to himself: "It's a premonition. I somehow feel something is wrong. It seems easy, but I go this trip, the more relaxed and free I may be, the more troublesome things I have to encounter..."

Saitama followed him to ponder, and then said, "Shouldn't it be that no matter whether you go or where you go, you have to encounter a lot of trouble?"

Eric's hand trembled, and he poured out the wine brought to his mouth.

He stared at his friend who maintained his usual rigid expression.

Silence, ponder, recall.

"...It seems that this is really the case???"

"right."

Saitama somehow saw through the truth.

Anyway, wherever you go, there will be such and such troubles, it is better to find a place where you can relax a little, and then find something interesting to do.

But the question is, what can Eric find to do?

When he doesn't go to school, he lives a life of squatting in a dead house with his friends. There are convenience stores and fast food restaurants when he goes out, without the passion that "young people" should have.

The internship period is obviously similar to this, but if such a long time is really wasted, it is inevitable to feel——

"Oh, I thought of it."

"Ok?"

"I have a disciple. I just took this opportunity to give him a formal special training."

It turned out that Erik had remembered that he had another disciple who had been forgotten—not actually forgotten.

In the eyes of almost everyone, Hong Jiao Dong is an undoubted genius.

The boy is only in his teens, and his talent in personality is already quite impressive, a level that ordinary people can't reach in their entire lives.

But in Eric's view, regardless of talent, the current level of the disciple who was accepted on a whim is really not good enough.

He has always had high demands on his juniors, and the group of brats in Class A of the first year are all included in this category.

As for the nominal disciple, Hong Jiao Dong, the requirements are even higher, so high that it is a little unreasonable.

Before that, Eric didn't find a chance to educate that kid properly.

Now, the right opportunity appears to have finally presented itself.

"Okay! The apprentice's strength is so poor, and it would be embarrassing to say it. Yes, the plan is not important, so let's decide first!"

Saitama: "Huh? Eric, you're not going to ask your apprentice first..."

Eric didn't hear his words at all, and said with satisfaction, "It's perfect. With this, I finally have something to do in those days."

——Wait a minute, don't you ask your apprentice's opinion before making a decision?

There is no need to question it like this.

Because Eric obviously didn't feel the need to ask his apprentice for advice.

Words like "hesitation" and "entanglement" really rarely appear in him.If he is satisfied, other people's opinions are likely to be ignored—this is Eric's shortcoming.

But the strange thing is that he only targets people he is familiar with. He is so aggressive and has a domineering and unreasonable posture, but basically no one has any objections to him.

Saitama was halfway through his speech, and he only drank halfway through the wine. The friend who quickly made a decision and made a decision stood up, looking very energetic and energetic.

He doesn't feel bored anymore, so he will go there excitedly, find his apprentice and let him know——

Yes, even though he decided to kill it himself, but at least the right to know must be respected for the person involved.

"Shh-"

The wind whistling with dead leaves rushed past her and fell behind her, sending a chill all over her body.

Saitama looked again, and the person next to him had disappeared.

"I'm done drinking! Come back later."

Following the voice, there was the crisp sound of the empty bottle falling to the ground.

Although the person went to a place thousands of meters away in an instant, the bottle that was left behind rarely did not roll to the eaves, but stopped firmly on the roof.

"..."

"Ok."

The men's gathering came to an end, Saitama packed up the empty bottles and stood up.

He was blown by the cold wind, thinking that from now on, Eric would probably not come back for many days...

Hey, I'm going to work in a convenience store honestly again.

After hanging out with friends, the man who had been actively working and being a hero began to lose his job, and almost forgot what it was like to live alone before.

However, Saitama feels that he can fully adapt to returning from a life with a little ups and downs to the way it was before.

He didn't pay too much attention to it, and there was actually a little "unsuitability" in his heart-this fact.

"Eric won't be back for about a while, so let's go down and rest first."

Talking to himself like this, Saitama was stepping on the bricks and tiles on the roof with a bag of garbage in his hands, about to jump to the ground a dozen floors away.

however.

He just stepped up.

"Shh-"

Deja vu...huh?The cool wind that appeared just one minute ago, why did it appear again unexpectedly?

"came back."

Eric said that it only took 1 minute to go back and forth.

It wasn't just him who came back.

Saitama opened his eyes slightly, and met the gaze of the young man who was still in a daze.

Saitama: "..."

Hong Jiaodong: "..."

What is the real "vigorous and resolute action".

That's it.

Hong Jiaodong was taken away with one hand by the teacher who broke into the room directly.

At that time, he was struggling with which professional hero studio he would go to for an internship.

Subconsciously, he didn't expect that Eric would take him with him for the internship, and he didn't expect that the teacher would come to the door without saying hello. When the young man saw a shining silver shadow on the window, he was shocked.

And the silver-haired boy was clasping the window sill, his golden eyes gleamed, and there was a faint smile on his lips that was enough to make other people focus their eyes.

He only asked a few words:

"Have you written the application form?"

"I haven't decided where to go yet, so I haven't written it yet."

"Very well, you don't have to tear it up and try it again. Do you have any money?"

"Yes, although not many."

"Okay, let's start packing—forget it, don't need to pack it, it's too late, it's troublesome."

that's it.

Without knowing the reason, Hong Jiaodong was mentioned here by the silver-haired boy.

His clothes were still pajamas, and he still had slippers on his feet.Blown by the cold wind, his expression almost froze.

In this regard, Eric's explanation is: "Anyway, you have to follow me, does it make a difference if it is sooner or later!"

The silver-haired boy is doing a representative chest-folding pose, which is even more righteous.

"...Absurdly unreasonable words!"

——Obviously he was worried that the child would be cut off by his own father, and that he, a teacher, would not be able to get in, so he seemed very embarrassed.

Saitama accidentally sees through the truth again.

"Give back the other's son, you!"

"What do you mean by 'returning back'? Whose son did I steal!...Wait? You misunderstood, what do you think I did?!"

"No, don't say it, Eric, be careful that your apprentice looks at you more and more wrongly, which will affect your tall image, cough."

"What are you doing!" Eric became annoyed.

He retorted without hesitation: "Come on, how could I do something like rob someone else's son—"

"..."

"Ah, I'm stuck. Don't talk about Eric, I understand, and your apprentice understands too."

Eric: "..."

"Too lazy to explain to you!!!"

Seeing the sudden and understanding expression in front of him, Eric was quite aggrieved, he gritted his teeth, and then squeezed his fist violently!

He always felt that he could explain clearly.

But, why did you get stuck at a critical moment?

This feeling is almost the same as the taste every time I recall a little memory fragment.

It was extraordinarily weird and conveyed an indescribable dullness, as if probing out from the depths of his heart, it grabbed his neck.

Could it be, this is, Xinxu...

……

how is this possible? ? !

Eric didn't believe it.

What is he guilty of?What is there to be guilty of?It's just mentioning your own apprentice, what's wrong!

No!

Robbing other people's sons is nothing but nonsense, he has always—

……

Why……

again!Card!live!up!

Eric, who threw Boy Boom home again, turned his back, his face flickering and darkening very quickly.

"No, I really robbed other people's sons before, right?"

Talking to himself, the young man's face darkened again for a moment, obviously he would never admit to this kind of black history.

do not care.

Impossible is impossible!

Skip.

Ignore.

It must be as if nothing happened today.

And when Eric asked Hong Jiaodong to follow him to submit Grant Reno's application, the day the internship would begin.

Waking up early in the morning, Saitama thought that he didn't have to prepare an extra breakfast for one person and could go to work later. When he walked to the living room with sleepy eyes, he realized that something was wrong.

There are two people in the living room.

One was his friend, silver all the time... oh no, spunky Eric.

There was another one, his friend's apprentice, with a still expressionless expression, but for some reason he was pushing a huge suitcase.

Their reaction was very strange.

It seems that they are waiting for someone...

"Have you packed your things?"

Saitama: "...Huh?"

"Okay, I can see it. Not only was it confiscated, but the clothes were not changed, and the face was not washed... It's too depraved, Saitama! You look like a man who can fight side by side with me!"

Saitama: "What?"

He was startled.

This is ready to go, just waiting for one person's gesture.

Could it be that the one waiting...was him?

"Nonsense." Eric showed his domineering (crossed out) domineering side of making a decision in advance and not explaining it to others.

"What kind of job do you want to do? Go to special training with us." He also asked in turn: "What's the point of staying here? It's not fun, so let's go."

Saitama: "..."

He also felt the strange feeling of being speechless for a while.

Perhaps Saitama himself has noticed that the sequelae of becoming stronger are not just the most obvious changes in appearance, but more obvious emotionally.

His emotional loss was a little serious, reaching the current level, any enemy could be dealt with with one punch, and there was nothing that could easily arouse his emotional ups and downs.

Eric should have the same situation.However, now it seems that it is lighter than him.

having said so much.

The only point I really want to mention is that one:

At this moment.

Saitama's emotion, which is difficult to have waves, unexpectedly fluctuated, and it was still the kind of shock that beats one after another.

"Should I go too?"

Although, the man's expression is still confused, and his friends often joked that it was exactly the same as the face of the yellow-haired kid in the class when he was electrocuted.

"Let's go." Eric said logically: "Look for a house first, can you rent a whole big one. It's better to be closer to the office, um, it has to be clean."

"It's okay to rent a house, but the problem is, we don't have much money."

"Yes, I have."

Eric nodded.

Hong Jiaodong said in a low-key manner: "My pocket money has been saved for many years, and I haven't used it much."

Eric nodded, showing satisfaction: "Well, very good! First confiscate, teacher, I will not treat you badly!"

Hong Jiaodong: "It's okay, just use it as you like."

"It's impossible to take your money for nothing, um, let's just use it as tuition. Boy, for the next upgraded version of special training, you must be prepared to suffer a lot."

"Well... from the moment I stood here, I have awakened!"

The strange master-student duo here was chatting happily, Saitama paused on the spot, then went back to the room and started to pack his things.

In the process, he seemed to smile a little - maybe not?In short, no one else saw it, and there was no way to prove it.

After that, the three of them, who were not low in action efficiency, completed the renting, tidying up, moving in, encountering the old hero in the opposite office by chance, and getting together for dinner and so on as quickly as possible.

——Teenagers who were called out to run errands on the first day of the internship, your hunch is correct.

The road to this internship is destined not to be easy.

The discount area in the supermarket is just the beginning of the hard road.

The second day of practice.

At 23:48:[-] noon, in front of Grant Reno's office and the apartment building Eric rented.

Two teenagers arrived unexpectedly.

One person ran away from the source panting and snatched the freshly baked thick fish burnt, two pieces.

After searching for a long time, one person bought three hamburger sets from the fast food restaurant outside Batiao Street.

"Good afternoon... Mr. Hong..."

"good afternoon."

Sympathy for each other... Ah no, after the like-minded teenagers greeted each other, they concealed their excitement with calmness.

They turned, back to back.

Each went back to each place, each looking for its own devil teacher.