I have become stronger, but also shorter [comprehensive]

"I participated in the actual combat today! Although I just caught the thief in a small way, I am very excited. I feel that I am much closer to the world of professional heroes."

"Hey, it sounds good, but I'm not bad here. Although I didn't participate in the actual combat, I was assigned an investigation mission and helped the police. Oh, I'm so happy!"

"Hmph, it's my turn to talk. Let me tell you, today I—"

The class group of Class A in the first year did not become quiet when night fell, but instead sparked an upsurge of lively discussions.

Everyone has been busy all day, and even if they haven't been able to lie in bed yet, they don't feel tired at all.

The topic of workplace internships ignited everyone's enthusiasm.Everyone seemed quite, very positive when they talked about their experiences throughout the day.Judging from their irresistible spirit, they are tired, but the harvest is not small.

The group chat messages can't be finished in one go, and new words of joy are constantly jumping into the eyes, telling the joy and excitement.

however.

In such a lively atmosphere, there was someone——had not spoken for a long time.

Just silently lower your sense of existence.

But at this critical moment, the other uninformed students couldn't understand the reason why they didn't want to talk, so they insisted on saying with high spirits: "Ah, boom, Lugu, why haven't you talked all this time? Your side should be better than ours. Wouldn't the event be more exciting?"

"Yes, Mr. Hong, Mr. Lugu, tell me what you do every day! Eric stayed with you, and must have taken you to do a lot of interesting things, so curious!"

Izuku Green Valley: "..."

Hong Jiaodong: "..."

Excuse me, is it too late to pretend I'm not here/I didn't see these messages?

It doesn't seem to work.

As soon as this topic came up, everyone's attention was suddenly drawn.

The rest of Class A still have a grudge about Brother Eric leaving them behind to lead Lugu and Brother Cool to practice alone.

Don't let them go, let them feel the head office through the mouth of the person concerned!

With this kind of unstoppable energy to achieve their goals (heard the report), even if the two "lucky guys" escaped today, they will be questioned to the end sooner or later.

and so……

"...we had a very fulfilling life, really, very fulfilling."

"Well, then what?"

"And then there's nothing more to say."

"..."

"Because we don't seem to have done anything worth talking about."

"……What??!"

Leaving these few sentences that people can't understand—perhaps with a sadness that only he can understand—the parties in the center of the whirlpool never appeared again.

No matter how much the aroused students shouted and urged, Lugu Izuku and Hong Jiaodong didn't make any more noise.

It wasn't that they were indifferent, they had only been out of the group for a few days, and they had become so unkind.

but the truth...

Really, as said, nothing to do!explain!of!

There are probably not many people who believe it:

The two who are thought to be able to accomplish a lot by practicing together with Brother Eric actually do everyday chores that would appear extremely ordinary among ordinary people!

Can you imagine?

While the other students are sweating and enjoying the good time of youth with the teacher who is in charge of guiding them, Izuku Midoriya not only has to accept the devil training from Grant Reno, but also is made things difficult by the various tricky demands made by the old man. spin around.

And he's not the worst.

Known as the most handsome and cool guy in the class, Hong Jiao Dong's classmate is one of the worst.What happened to him was enough to make those who saw it feel chilled and cry.

The testimony was given by someone from Lugu who was the first to start trembling with fear.

He shivered and said, compared with Eric who was at full power, Mr. Grant Reno was not a devil at all, that was——

"What are you looking at? I, Eric, am not a devil."

As if he could see through the trembling heart of the green-haired boy, the silver-haired boy who was more devil than a devil turned his eyes sideways, and could stare at the bold green-haired boy until he trembled suddenly.

He denied the boy's lurking accusation without hesitation.

but.

Eric then smiled again.

This smile is not ridicule, nor is it cold, it is just a happy affirmation of the established facts.Not only is he not always ashamed, but he is thoroughly confident.

That's right, the golden eyes of the silver-haired young man who came into the world as a demon king flashed, and his smile was bloody:

"That's right, I'm the 'Devil King'! You guys, do you have any opinions? Feel free to speak up."

After finishing speaking, beat me up and talk again.As for whether to listen or not, that is his own business.

Izuku Lvgu: ".........Report to Brother Eric! I have no, no opinion!!!"

It's just that the head of the little ghost who came to visit was a rabbit whose nest had been bombed. He ran so fast in panic that he didn't have time to throw Mr. Hong a sympathetic look.

These days, Midoriya Izuku and the sympathetic Hong Jiao have frozen a far deeper friendship than before.

Because of this, I realized that Mr. Hong is actually not the aloof and cold person everyone thinks, sometimes, he is really... very dumb.

Under the oppression of the teacher, the sluggish Mr. Hong seemed to be even more immature than Izuku Lvgu.

no way.

Who made the teacher at the Jiaojiao stall be a "devil king" who was a hundred times more picky than Grant Lino?

Oh, a slight correction.

Devil King Eric is easy to raise in most cases, as can be seen from his being able to sit on the roof for a month.

Picky, limited to individual aspects.Among them, "eating" is the first to bear the brunt.

He has never admitted in front of others that he has a serious hobby for certain things, but everyone is not stupid, but he just pretended not to notice that he didn't know because he cared about Eric's face.

Sweets - mainly cakes.Then, fried food must be served with chilled carbonated drinks...

Healthy foods such as vegetables and fruits are not included in the boy's menu, and all the brave brats who said behind their backs, "It's because of picky eaters that Erik can't grow up!" were all killed in one blow, and became corpses trampled by the elder brother .

Saitama, who lives with him, is the only one who can normally give advice.

However, since the man himself mainly eats instant noodles and discounted goods all the year round, he has no right to speak out about others—he might as well keep his mouth shut.

It is naturally impossible to change the status quo that has become a foregone conclusion with only one person, Hong Jiaodong.

So, after being shocked by the teacher's unhealthy living conditions, Hong Jiaodong was sent out before he could react, and started an intern career that could hardly stop from morning to night.

He's going to buy breakfast for the teacher and the teacher's friends, buy lunch that must be junk food, and prepare dinner himself.

Let’s not talk about the ones bought directly, that is, the difference in how long it takes to run.The key is the last one, the one that prepares dinner [with your own hands].

Before that, Hong Jiaodong had probably never touched the pots and pans in the kitchen.

The teacher and the teacher's friends are not very good at cooking-oh, Mr. Saitama can simply cook instant noodles and make some simple side dishes to feed himself.

Mr. Eric is the kind of person who crosses his hands and does nothing, and is better at directing and embarrassing others.

Hong Jiao Dong was driven to the shelves, and he rolled up his sleeves to cook, not in the form of waving a spatula according to the recipe.

They have returned to the original.

The pot was the same iron pot, but Eric got a set from somewhere that couldn't be connected to natural gas or gas.

There is no source of ignition.

"That's it, you make your own fire."

Thinking that he had misheard the request, Hong Jiaodong: "...while lighting a fire and cooking at the same time?!"

"That's right. With this level of difficulty, can't you still do it?"

Hong Jiaodong: "..."

Now that Eric has said that, even if he is indeed in a difficult situation, he will not answer "I can't do it myself".

How can someone use their own personality to create a cooking flame while clumsily cooking... What's more, it's the first time a boy is exposed to this kind of thing, and he is lucky not to blow up the pot.

If it were someone else who would suffer this kind of trouble, he would definitely either turn the table over and quit, or he would not be able to get out at all.

And Hong Jiaodong is worthy of being Hong Jiaodong.

The genius boy only thought about it for a day. In practice, he burned two pots and wasted three bags of ingredients, and he has successfully mastered the trick. He can control his fire so delicately that he can change it from big to small, and the speed can be adjusted in time.

However, as a price.

The rice he cooked...was really unpalatable!

On the first day, facing the lumps of charcoal and the ashamed apprentices in front of him, Eric asked Saitama to order takeaway without saying a word.

On the second day, the coke was replaced by an object whose shape and color could barely be seen, which was a considerable improvement.

They still ordered takeaway, but the food made by Hong Jiao Dong was not wasted. Eric frowned, and swallowed it bit by bit without letting the other two test the poison.

On the third day, the appearance of the food further improved, and it has reached a normal level that can be seen.

The habit of ordering takeaways remained unchanged. Eric didn't give a reason, and finished eating on his own, and then, as usual, made critical remarks as if nothing happened.

However, with suspicion and curiosity in advance, I quietly tasted a small piece of vegetable leaf with good taste.

Unfortunately.

"Ugh-"

"Pfft! Ugh—"

Both Saitama and Hong Jiaodong themselves were severely injured by this extremely lethal dish, covering their mouths where Eric could not see, their faces turning blue.

Of course, dinner is only part of the equation.

Eric didn't forget his disciple's second personality, he also thought about how to train him, and even found the location.

"Oh? Your apprentice? Eric is so powerful, he has already accepted him as an apprentice—huh? This is not the last time I saw it on TV...the son of Andeva! Aren't you classmates?"

The boss who opened the fast food restaurant to Hosu City bluffed again.

After learning the details, he was deeply pleased and proud that Eric was so capable, and he didn't think there was any problem with Eric's apprenticeship.

Hong Jiaodong started working in this fast food restaurant.

Since it is only providing ice cubes, it should not be regarded as work, and the boss avoids the crisis of employing child labor.

Making ice cubes sounds like making a fire, as if it is very easy.

However, that was without the additional requirements Eric gave him.

The shape of the ice cube must be a perfect cube, and the size is fixed, not only small, but there must be no gap at all.

The "no gap" that is only visible to the naked eye does not meet Eric's requirements without thinking about it.

With just a glance, the boy can tell how many of the hundreds of ice cubes fail to meet the standard, whether they are a few millimeters wide, not tall enough, or simply crooked.

This is a process that is a thousand times more difficult than simple "manufacturing".

Hong Jiaodong roughly understood that Eric's special training for him was all about his control over the details.

His personality was born exceptionally strong, and he was used to releasing it as strongly as possible, so he had to change his method all of a sudden and focus on the details, which inevitably made him extremely uncomfortable.

After all, the more subtle manipulation is required, the more difficult it is to practice.

Boom and jelly can't do it yet.

But after he settled down, he slowed down the feeling of not knowing when to rush again, and kept thinking carefully. It will be a matter of time before he can do this.

The high stacks of ice cubes look like snow mountains, reflecting the white and flawless light under the warm indoor light, which reduces the freezing desertedness.

"Well—so how many years and months will I have to use so many ice cubes?"

The boss's emotion turned into the background, blending with the exclamation of the customers who came in and saw this spectacle.

Saitama also works part-time at this shop.

With the almost iconic mountain of ice cubes pressing down every day, the business of the fast food restaurant suddenly exploded.The boss recruited someone to help, and Saitama took advantage of the situation to stay. Anyway, he was working wherever he went.

The boss probably won't know.

He asked the world's strongest man (one) to make ice cubes for his drinks, and he also asked the world's strongest man (two) to help him work, fried chicken legs, served plates, and wiped The table is even used by one person when it is busy.

Such a wonderful life experience can be called a legend, enough for him to brag about for a lifetime.

Fortunately the boss didn't know.

Because of this, he was able to continue to greet the strongest person who had just entered the door without any psychological burden, and then asked the other strongest person who was washing the dishes to clean up quickly, so that the dishes did not need to be washed and he was ready to leave work.

Eric wouldn't waste time with hard-working wage earners.

He would disappear while those two were at work.

But when it's off-duty time, the door of the fast food restaurant will be pushed open on time, and the silver-haired boy will appear there, and give them a lukewarm nod as a greeting.

"Hey, it's closing time soon, Saitama, Jiao Dong, Eric, see you tomorrow."

The boss smiles at everyone.

"Hey, okay, we'll come back tomorrow."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work today, young man."

"Goodbye, Mr. Kimura."

"Well, you've worked hard too, Jiao Dong! What a good boy, just like Eric."

The voice fell.

"Say who is a child! Is there any similarity between me and this stupid disciple?"

The boy who was inspecting his disciple's today's Ice Cube Mountain immediately answered, his tone full of dissatisfaction.

The boss still fooled the topic with a hearty laugh, said a few words casually, and then watched the three people come together and leave together.

He paced to the door, looking out towards the end of the street.

The bald-headed man and the boy with different hair colors walked on the side, and the silver-haired boy walked in the middle and a little bit ahead, seeming to scold the disciple for his immaturity.

The boy with strange hair listened carefully, and the bald man on the other side occasionally interjected leisurely, as if to say: "I'm a little envious, it's strange, I suddenly want to accept a disciple."

"If you don't want to be pissed off, don't accept it."

"Huh? I think Eric, you are not only not mad, but also in good spirits."

"roll roll roll!"

……

The distant voice no longer came by the wind. Leaning against the door, the boss took out a cigarette from his pocket, bit the end of the cigarette, and took out the lighter to light it. He couldn't stop laughing.

"so good."

Said the boss with a vague voice.

"Like a family of brothers. Well... family."

He finished smoking at the door, raised his hand and threw away the cigarette butt that was about to burn in his hand, turned his back, and entered the deserted shop alone.

——It would be great if this excitement and intimacy can last forever.

The boss who returned to Hosu City because of the death of a relative who stayed in his hometown, probably thought so in his heart.

However, sudden bad news is always keen to break the hilarity that seems to be a dream.

"Snapped--"

on a certain day.

The discount billboard that had been placed at the entrance of the fast food restaurant suddenly exploded after the lightning flashed rapidly, emitting acrid black smoke.

The long and narrow samurai sword passed through it, and was suddenly drawn back again.