I have become stronger, but also shorter [comprehensive]

Here, it really is a "dream".

Saiki Kusuo was completely determined.

As the city where it was located was covered by frost, it was shattered in an instant by the mighty earthquake, turning into fine ice crystals that rose upwards, and the world was contained in a short period of silence.

Apart from being wrapped in transparent bubbles, the young people who are still floating in the air at this time, this world where dreams and reality are forcibly combined is already empty.

All the characters "imagined" by Saiki Kusuo disappeared, further confirming the half-truth and half-false fact.

"Eh……"

"Huh huh-"

"What's this? We're flying up suddenly! What happened to the city? Wait, everyone, look over there—"

The loud yelling of the teenager in the bubble became the only sound here for a while, drawing everyone's attention to the distance, and the change was clear enough for the naked eye.

The previous battle of the city's overthrow was actually just a prelude to the beginning of a grand epic.

I saw the divided sea in the distance, and the huge black waves reaching the dark sky, like two wings stretched to the extreme.

But the wings failed to follow the trend.

It too was frozen, leaving only a rising and falling shape.The entire vast ocean has become an ice field, and the ice field does not know where it extends, and it may cover the land, which is unstoppable.

Before everyone in mid-air uttered their horrified voices, they only glimpsed a slight change at the beginning, and it suddenly expanded at this moment.

——Like a sharp arrow, or the trident held by the sea god in mythology.

In the world of ice, the only thing that can be captured in time by the eyes is the sharp cold light that suddenly bursts out from a point.

An ice gun pierced through the solid ice formed by half of the ocean in an instant, and only because the speed was so fast that when the ice shattered, it rubbed off intense sparks, leaving behind an afterimage like a long rainbow.

It is impossible for ordinary people to avoid it.

Therefore, on the other side of the sea, the man did not dodge when it was critical.

He raised his hand and caught the ice spear thrown by another person who was both a friend and an opponent at the moment.

The palm burst, blood splashed everywhere, and was frozen into solid ice before splashing away.

Most of Saitama's arm was numb, even if he wanted to move, he would have to slow down for a while.

"It's really fierce." He said in his usual calm tone, but the next moment, the eyes that were jokingly called "stupid" were no longer what they used to be.

There is only one chance to confront a strong enemy of equal strength, and only this one time.

The blazing flames have set the eyes of the world's strongest man on fire.

"I'm getting serious too—Eric!"

Through the extremely deep tunnel, the voice of the person who was far away was conveyed here leisurely with the satisfaction and self-confidence that can be felt.

"Come on then."

Saitama lowered his numb arms and looked straight ahead.

Still through the ice tunnel leading to the other side, for just a moment, he seemed to see his friend.

A section of the silver-haired boy's hair was burned off at sea before, and it still looks uneven now.

Blown by the suddenly intensified gust of wind, the messy silver hair swayed, and many of them covered his face, covering most of his facial features.

However, only those golden eyes were not hindered.

It was because he knew that he could not cover these eyes, and also because these eyes became more intense than usual, enough to melt the ice, and he could not look directly at anything.

It's not the same as it's ever been.

The young man at this moment—the him at this moment is closer to the real "he".

As the only person who can look directly at "him", Saitama should have the deepest and intuitive feeling.

He was indeed a man who gave people the impression of being cold and aloof at first sight, and not easy to touch.

"He" is Xue, which is very in line with his own ability.

But I don't know why, it is so dangerous, and it also has a very cold and extremely low temperature.

Seeing "him" and getting a little more familiar with it actually makes people reach out, hold the snowflake tightly, and let it slowly melt in the palm of the hand—this is a more dangerous idea.

Probably because I somehow feel that this man is very suitable for laughing, and he must be very beautiful when he smiles.

……Well.

Saitama thought about it, and felt that it was a bit weird for him to use "beautiful" to describe a man, as if he had some thoughts about that.

However, if you think about it carefully, it is completely true to say so.

He could sense that his friend was happy now.

Although being able to find an opponent is indeed a joyful thing, and he himself is quite happy, but it is obvious that his friend should be happier, and he is also very excited.

In addition to being happy, Saitama still doesn't want to fight with Eric at all, after all, the relationship is so good-but, in this way, it's impossible not to fight.

He really wanted to see Eric look happier.

It was as if the snowflakes had really melted in the hand, revealing something warm and beautiful that had been frozen.

If you are tired, you will be tired, if you are troublesome, you will be troublesome, it doesn't matter if it doesn't matter.

Anyway, this is regarded as... giving up your life to accompany a gentleman?

"I really won't show mercy."

"I wish for it. If you lose, don't cry."

"Cut, how is it possible, I'm an adult!"

Say so.

before the official start.

The boy raised his hand, pulled down the hair flying in front of his face, and pulled it behind his ears.

The other hand was raised at the same time, grabbing the still messy silver hair into a bunch.

"Bah-"

The very soft voice passed, and after that, he opened his fingers chicly and let go.

The silver hair, which was cut off casually, was thrown up by the wind, and together with the real snowflakes, they flew in mid-air, refracted by the dimmed light, as if they were transparent.

Eric had cut his own hair just below the ears because it would get in the way in a fight.

"Huh? Don't you love your hair?"

"What's the matter, I don't have time to worry about it."

Compared with the long-awaited duel, the importance of hair has dropped sharply, and it has become irrelevant.

"Hey, it's too far away, I may not see it clearly, I feel like your hair is cut..."

"What! Is it still messed up?! - Hey, now is not the time to talk about this!"

"Oh well, go back and comb it for you, and then fix it for you?"

"Okay—hey, hey, it's business! Don't forget!"

Saitama: "Okay, okay."

Eric: "Hmph."

Saitama: "Fight, fight, anyway, it doesn't matter how you fight, just fight seriously."

Eric: "That's about it."

Saitama: "Okay, okay, let's get started."

He probably hasn't realized how doting his tone is - don't ask why, in short, it has become like this unconsciously, and he doesn't know why.

Such an understatement.

Everyone still floating in the air (suddenly): "...??!!!"

There are no signs.

After the thick ice covering the surface and the buildings on the surface were broken together, the exposed pitch-black surface and the frozen sea of ​​ice all fell apart at the same time!

The ensuing sound pierced the eardrums and made the world tremble.

A huge net that almost covered the whole world was laid down, and it was like an invisible thunderbolt, tearing the earth into an unobservable dark abyss.

The air waves spreading in all directions come from a certain center that can't see the details clearly.

Countless fragments flew up and were lifted up, instead of falling down, they rose straight up, as if they were about to meet the overcast sky.

The children in Class A of the first year saw this scene and couldn't say a word.

Not just because of being intimidated.Yes, but not all.

Before that, they knew that Mr. Eric and Saitama were very strong, so strong that they couldn't imagine-but they never thought that they would be such strong methods.

Indeed, this kind of strength has already surpassed the limit of human beings.

The sea is dry.

The earth breaks.

The loud noise has already numb the ears, if there is no barrier, it will definitely be swallowed by the roar that shakes the whole world at this time.

In the sky, all the dark clouds were disturbed by the aftermath of the soaring sky, and there was no cloud in the sky.

The entire planet still surrounded by dim chaos was roaring.

The movements of the two people at the center of the shock could not be seen clearly.

That is the most dangerous place at this moment, and it cannot be approached at all. Perhaps only Saiki Kusuo can reluctantly take a look.

Outside, they could only hold their chests filled with complicated emotions with shocked to the point of dazed, dazed to the point of blankness, thinking in their hearts...

--what.

——At all, I can’t catch up.

"Are they...really human?"

On the other side, Aizawa Xiaota, who was also wrapped in bubbles, couldn't help muttering to himself, expressing the common doubts of most people present.

Usually, such doubts would never arise, after all, the two of them get along very well in the final analysis.

But, only at this time.

That kind of sense of distance that cannot be touched no matter what - you can't say "envy" or "jealousy", because under the extreme disparity, there is no idea of ​​trying to compare superiority and inferiority.

Just like a mortal standing at the foot of a mountain looking up at the towering peaks, standing on the shore overlooking the boundless sea.

They will yearn for it, and they can't help but have a heart of awe.

It's like looking up to God.

……

……

—God, huh?

Eric thought, he really hates this word, and even more hates the existence that this word represents.

This disgust is always hidden in the heart, and it cannot be diminished with the passage of time.

He should say sorry to Saitama.Obviously, it was he who asked first to earnestly do his best, but he was the one who was distracted during the battle.

Annoyed, but helpless.

This is another "memory" that pops up from nowhere from time to time, and it seems to have no other purpose except to disturb the mind.

Oh.

It will also drag out some other inexplicable pictures together, which will double his irritability.

For example, the term "God" has no clear reason. In short, it just appeared in the tense mind of the young man for no reason, jumping lightly on the nerves that cannot be relaxed.

I don't know, so there are still many things that come out of my head.

For example, Eric didn't know why he was feeling sad at the moment, and then the inexplicable sadness was replaced by anger, and it didn't last long, and then there were bursts of pain like broken bones.

He has a splitting headache.

His heart was completely filled with these ups and downs, and he was about to explode.

Something—something like a cry of indignation was about to come out, but he wouldn't allow it, and could only bear it stubbornly.

What are you doing?

Simply incomprehensible.

A generous duel with the strongest opponent, isn't that what he wants most right now?

Originally, this was the opportunity to meet Saitama, and Eric has always regretted that he could not get what he wanted in reality.

Now the wish has come true.

The duel wasn't over yet, but he was quite satisfied, and even more joyful in his heart.

and so.

Why haven't these black threads that should have been discarded faded away?

Why, I still can't release my feelings.

……

The world where dreams and reality are connected was really broken by the two strongest men.

No longer is the earth torn apart, but a thick layer has been dug away, flush with the deep ravines that lost the sea water.

Cracks also appeared in the sky, even more obvious than those on the ground.

The unreal space is crumbling, about to crack and shatter.

so close.

At this moment, the two people who had leveled the planet several layers seemed to finally stop, and a rivalry was drawn.

——Although from the surface, it is still unclear who will win and who will lose.

After crossing the still-cracking ground fissures, when the psychic youth worked hard to smash the outer iceberg and entered the innermost part, he happened to see the disgraced two people he was looking for, and he was very embarrassed.

"hiss."

From the expressionless voice, it can be seen that even though he was as calm as Saiki Kusuo, seeing the tragic situation of these two people at this time, he still couldn't help being moved.

"Isn't it just a competition? Why do you want to make it look like there is a life-and-death enmity? At least one person must die here."

The pink-haired boy complained, but the speed of the past was honestly accelerated a lot.

And the closer you get, the clearer you can see, the more the superpower's eyebrows will twitch.He almost thought that these two people were really fighting to the death, completely disregarding their precious friendship.

No matter where you look, there are bloodstains.

They are all extremely strong people, and if they want to tell the winner, it is impossible not to see blood.This is still not [-]% serious, and there are situations where the bottom line is maintained.

Hold back your eyebrows and stop jumping, Saiki Kusuo originally wanted to ask a question, so who wins between you two?

But when the words came to his mouth, he realized that this question was redundant.

Both of them were out of breath, and their expressions were slightly gloomy.

Saitama's upper body and arms were frozen, unable to move.

As for Eric, he half-kneeled at the end of the long and narrow gully drawn by his own legs, blood hanging under his palate, mixed with sweat.

Although it is a bit strenuous, he can still stand up and do other actions, and there is no problem.

Saitama lost.

When Kusuo Saiki dug him out of the ice, the man silently broke off the frost made of frozen blood on his forehead, and was still complaining to the superpower: "Young man Kusuo, let me tell you, never think about fighting with Eric. .The beating is heavy and hard, and it will cool down. Most people can't prevent it at all-Ah-choo-hold...Ah-choo!"

Saiki Kusuo immediately said that he is not a martial artist with fists to the flesh, and he will definitely not lose his mind to fight with violent elements.

"Eric hit me this time, and next time—Achoo! It's you."

"No, no, refuse, strictly refuse, don't think that I will fall into this muddy water, it is absolutely impossible." "Are you really not going to try it?"

"Not coming."

The superpower man firmly expressed his determination not to join even if he died, and by the way, he used some strength to help Saitama up.

The one here was rescued, and the one over there... Maybe, the one that didn't need to be rescued?

Having said that, Saiki Kusuo and Saitama went forward.

Eric really didn't need others to "rescue".

He stood up by himself, but he didn't go to his friends, but stopped at the same place, his eyes lowered, not knowing what he was thinking.

The messy silver hair drenched with sweat stuck to the boy's paler cheeks, and even the golden eyes seemed to be blurred by water stains, making them less dazzling for a while.

He won, but he didn't seem very happy.

Instead, there was an indescribable faint shadow lingering around him.

The imaginary world is about to collapse, and in fact, there is not much time to waste.

Before finding him, Saiki Kusuo had already thrown the others out, and only two of the parties were missing.

But very strange.

The two people who came over looked at each other, but they didn't choose to speak at this moment, but waited for a while.

after that.

"Hey, Eric, you are better than me, at least be happy."

As Saitama said, he walked over by himself without the help of the superpower, and stretched out his hand reluctantly, trying to pull up the boy who was still in the ravine.

"I will return the things you asked me to keep before you leave."

As Saiki Kusuo said, he took out the two necklaces—yes, the necklace copied in the dream was also there—and took them out.

"Do you want more? If you don't want it, I won't keep it for you. It takes up too much space."

As soon as this sentence came out, it attracted the boy's attention.

"Who said I don't want it?"

Eric looked up.

While expressing his dissatisfaction, he grasped Saitama's extended hand.Borrowing this strength, he came to the top smoothly and stood together with the other two.

The necklace that was handed to Saiki Kusuo before the duel returned to him. Eric pinched the sapphire and looked at another necklace that was both real and fake.

"This one, don't want it."

The beautiful and flawless treasure quietly shattered in his hands, turned into ashes, and merged into the ice.

Saitama next to him was still bluffing: "Oh, wait for me to touch it first—well, although I know it's not genuine! But seeing this expensive thing broken, it still hurts a little."

"...Are you really good at touching?"

"You let me touch it?" Saitama, who was covered in blood, was surprised.

It was originally forbidden.

But Eric's gaze shifted slightly: "Whatever, it's nothing if you touch it."

He gestured to pass the necklace, and Saitama also raised his right hand.

The right hand fell.

Unexpectedly, what the man touched was not the necklace, but the juvenile's messy hair.

"Touch, touch—have fun, Eric."

"..."

After being pressed on the head unexpectedly, the corners of Eric's mouth twitched slightly, as if he wanted to have an attack but endured it.

He probably wanted to ask, where did he seem unhappy?Also, the way of treating him like a kid is quite wrong.

……never mind.

Thinking that the loser in the competition felt unbalanced, the boy snorted, and didn't slap Saitama's hand away——

"Wait, what are you doing with your hands?"

"This is a conditioned reflex action that is not under my control. I don't know what's going on, but I just touched it out of nowhere."

Although his expression does not change and his voice does not tremble, the credibility of the explanation given by Saiki Kusuo is equal to zero.

Twice.

Eric slapped both of their paws off.

Saitama rubbed the back of his hands and laughed, but Saiki Kusuo didn't smile, his expression was still serious—no, the corners of his mouth still seemed to tremble extremely fast.

"Okay, I'm going to wake up after you make such a fuss."

He said: "Leave quickly. When I wake up from the dream, I will clean up the mess and restore the affected world."

it's time.

People with superpowers are saying goodbye to outsiders who trespassed in their dreams.

There is another sentence that he didn't say, and there is a high probability that he would not say it if he wanted to.

——Will we meet again?

Sure enough, it's really hypocritical, such words can never be said.

Saiki Kusuo thought, he had such a bizarre and ups and downs dream, he would never want to revisit it afterwards, let alone miss the person he met in the dream.

Since you won't miss it, the feelings you get here are naturally not friendship.

After returning, it is equivalent to returning to the normal life step by step——

"Saiki Kusuo."

Saiki Kusuo: "?"

At this time, both Eric and Saitama looked at him.

"You are busy first, we will come to play with you in a few days." Saitama said first.

Saiki Kusuo: "Huh?"

"You..." Eric said, somehow, he asked a very inexplicable question: "You don't want to cry too, do you?"

Saiki Kusuo: "... how is it possible!"

When Eric looked over, there seemed to be something heavy that the superpowers felt inexplicably, but he couldn't tell what it was.

The other party was clearly looking at him, but it seemed that he saw another person through him.

The word "also"...

Very concerned.have to care.

Under the heavy influence of no reason, the teenager with superpowers did not intend to wait any longer, and directly expressed that he wanted to clean up the people, and he would leave quickly.

Thus, the combination of dream and reality finally becomes empty.

All sounds are silent.

All colors are fading.

Everything is disappearing.

There is only a blank space left, Saiki Kusuo who is in the blank space, and...

Somehow, it floated to the boy's feet...

petal?

"..."

"If I'm not mistaken, this place is still my dream. The third suspicious person who broke in without authorization, please get out quickly."

Following the traces of the fallen petals, the pink-haired boy standing in the whiteness turned his head and looked straight at the outsider who was even more assertive in his dream and built a tower and scattered a sea of ​​flowers.

He even omitted the step of asking who the other party was, and told the other party to disappear quickly.

However, this strange man is more troublesome than Eric and Saitama combined, and he has a thick skin.

"Oh, isn't this the owner of this place, it's really rude."

As if he only realized the existence of the master now, the man in the white-haired robe and the staff in his hand smiled: "Because I smelled the sweet fragrance, I ran in quietly, I hope I didn't disturb you."

"You interrupted, so you can go out."

"No no no no."

The white-haired nightmare once again hooked his lips, coming like a spring breeze, not to mention how gentle and amiable he looked.

Not only did he not leave, he also sat down in the sea of ​​flowers familiarly, dragging his cheek with one hand, and smiled at Sai Mu Kusuo: "As compensation for taking a nap in your dream without authorization, let me tell you a story Bar?"

Saiki Kusuo: "Sorry, I don't want to—"

"It's a story about a man and his first two friends."