[Woying] The days when Xiongying was a teacher

"I won't go." Aizawa Shouta lay on the ground, feeling an urge to not remember.

"I began to feel that you said so much just for this."

"There's really no such thing." Mari Kazama asked him, "Why don't you go? It's not good to always eat instant noodles."

Aizawa Yuta didn't feel bad.

"The cooking hero will be back tomorrow," he said.

"…………"understood.

Mari Kazama stood up straight.

"How about I bring you takeaway?"

"No need." Aizawa Yuta sat up with his hands propped up, and touched the back of his head, it really hurt a little.

"Then I'm leaving." Kazama Mari said.

Aizawa Xiao waved his hand too perfunctorily.

After Kazama Mari's figure was gone, he stood up and picked up the bag containing instant noodles.

"It's such a big trouble." He said, stretching out his hands and pulling the hair around his ears twice.

If someone was by his side, he would definitely be able to see that the roots of his ears were completely red.

"I learned a lot from Yeyan." Aizawa Xiaota said, and laughed inexplicably.

Kazama Mari didn't know what Empress Aizawa Shouta said. After she became a hero, she went to eat first, and then walked around the street next door.

The neighborhood around the school is always extraordinarily lively, even now during the holidays.

Not long after nightfall, the street just started to get lively. Mari Kazama took a box of ice cream and walked leisurely through the street, feeling the changes outside Xiongying's campus in the past three years.

Although not much has changed.

Kazama Mari was thinking this way, when he suddenly heard the horn of a truck at the intersection of the street.

She looked up and saw a little boy about three years old holding a ball standing in the middle of the road, and a truck was driving towards him at an unreasonable speed.

The people around screamed in fright, but none of them thought of saving the child.

"Oops!"

Kazama Mari threw the ice cream in his hand into the arms of passers-by beside him, imagining from his mind the feeling of the last time he was accelerated by the wind.

The sudden wind swept forward with the truth in the wind, and it arrived in front of the little boy in an instant.

The sharp sound of the truck's horn was already close at hand, Kazama Zhenli picked up the boy with one hand, and the other hand patted the ground, with a bang, the sudden blast of air waves on the ground pushed Kazama Zhenli to the sky.

She wrapped her arms around the little boy, barely brushing against the roof of the van.

The truck passed under them at an unbelievable speed, and the wind it brought made Kazama Maru's cheek ache.

A dark brown branch suddenly protruded from the middle of the street in the distance, entangled in the front of the truck, and a figure in a dark tights was pulling behind him, and was taken far away by the truck, but the truck also slowed down under the pulling force .

"Dense Forest Kamui, it's Dense Forest Kamui."

"It's really great, Jungle Kamui, come on!"

People on both sides of the street cheered.

Hearing that there was a professional hero coming, someone he knew, Kazama Mari somewhat relaxed.

She didn't have the ability to stay in the air, so she had no choice but to hold the little boy in her arms and prepare to adjust her posture to minimize her damage when she landed. Then she heard a burst of explosions coming from below, and it was getting closer and closer to her.

The milk-blonde-haired boy rushed towards her with a ferocious face, grabbing her by the collar.

"???"

Kazama Mari's first reaction was whether he had offended this person.

The blond-haired and red-eyed boy should have been able to float in the air with explosive thrust from his hands. Mari Kazama took a closer look at his face.

Not impressed.

Should not have seen.

Although he looks fierce, he is unexpectedly a kind person.

Kazama Mari secretly sent a card to the young man in his heart, and then said: "It's a little bit reluctant to bring two people, young man, are you really okay?"

Indeed, the blasting power from both hands can maintain balance in the air, but if there is only one hand, it will become wobbly.

"Shut up!" the blond boy yelled at her, "I'll throw you down, believe it or not."

"You can already let me go, thank you." Kazama Mari replied calmly.

She is currently only less than one meter away from the ground, so the threat of the young man is not scary at all, but rather cute.

The blond boy let out a "tss", and really let go.

Kazama Mari fell to the ground lightly, and heard the people around pointing at the blond boy and shouting: "Ah, the person in the silt incident, the one in the silt incident."

"What is the mud incident?" Kazama Mari asked curiously while putting the little boy on the ground.

"Shut up! A bunch of trash who only watch movies!" The blond boy yelled at those people, and then turned around and yelled at her, "Can't you read the news yourself?!"

The little boy who had just been put on the ground by Kazama Mari was facing the blond boy. He looked up at the blond boy in a daze, and suddenly "Wow!!!" burst into tears.

Mari Kazama was taken aback, and quickly resorted to tactics to move a few positions away.

"You made him cry." Kazama Mari said quickly.

"It's none of my business," the blond boy stared at her, "Come here and coax me."

"It's none of my business, and I don't know how to coax children." Kazama Mari looked innocent.

The two looked at each other, and after a while, they turned their attention to the passers-by who were watching.

At this time, a woman in red anxiously squeezed out of the crowd, ran to the little boy, knelt down and hugged him tightly: "Wow! Baby, I scared my mother to death!"

"Mom, mom..." The little boy cried even harder.

Seeing the big and small crying, Kazama was rarely speechless, and she leaned towards the blond boy, only then did she realize that she was a little limp.

The situation just now was actually very thrilling. For the first time, Makoto Kazama felt as if he had brushed shoulders with death.

But she doesn't regret it.

"I just came here two days ago." She said to the blond boy, "Although I don't know what the mud incident is, you should be a very powerful person."

"Of course I'm amazing!" said the boy.

"Don't swear."

"What does it have to do with you."

"I'm going to be upset to hear that."

"It's none of my business if you're upset."

"I want to beat you up," Kazama Mari said.

"Come on," the blond boy seemed to be waiting for this sentence, sparks came out of his raised hands, "You must have a strong personality, come and fight!"

"Hey, police," Mari Kazama shouted to the policeman who was arresting the truck driver, "someone here wants to fight with personality."

"Go to hell!!!" The blond boy's expression changed in a second.

Kazama Mari laughed.

The blond boy snorted heavily, putting his hands in his pockets, "My name is Katsuki Bakugo," he said, "wait for me here tomorrow morning."

"Why?" Kazama Mari was really surprised, "Do you really want to fight?"

The blond boy stared at her viciously: "Don't you dare to try it!"

How dare I.

You don't know me anyway.

Kazama Mari complained a bit, but agreed.

The blond boy put his hands in his pockets and walked away with the steps of a bad boy.

Milin Kamui passed by with two policemen, and the policemen behind were escorting the truck driver. Mari Kazama glanced at him and saw that he was a middle-aged man in his 40s.

"This is my personality, why don't you let me use it?" The middle-aged truck driver kept yelling, "I have to run so many trains every day, and I don't even have time to rest. Do you know how tired I am? Since I have a personality It can speed up and save time, why not let me use it?"

"Isn't it right to hit someone?"

"But his idea is correct, obviously personality is so easy to use, why not allow it to be used..."

"I also think it's nothing. He seems to use his personality a lot, and nothing happened. It's just that this time he was unlucky enough to hit someone."

The people around talked a lot, some were sympathetic, some were indifferent, and some had nothing to do with their business and picked up their mobile phones to take pictures randomly.

This is wrong... Kazama is really ideal, this society...

It shouldn't be like this...

Mari Kazama reached into her pocket and touched a piece of cool and smooth feathers.

Now in this society, people with individuality account for about 80%, which has become the mainstream, and even a new class can be formed, but the old system is still used.

Especially the promulgation of the Ability Use Law, which stipulates that no one can use personality at will, which seems to protect the safety of most people. However, personality has developed to this day and has become a part of people's life. How can it be said that it is not necessary.

The more suppressed it is, the more counterproductive it will be, so more and more enemies will appear.

Hawks doesn't like All Might because he feels that his existence has created a society where everyone can only rely on heroes.

When disaster strikes, when the enemy appears, the first thing people think of is not running for their lives or saving lives, but waiting for the arrival of heroes. Some people even turn on the camera as if nothing happened, turning everything into bragging capital on social networks.

Unlike Hawks, Mari Kazama likes All Might very much.

All Might is really like a "symbol of peace", deterring the enemy with his actions. It is because of his existence that people can be so carefree...

Kazama Mari thought of the conversation with Hawks at that time.

Hawks said: "In fact, many people are aware of the problem. Some are confused, some turn a blind eye, and some stand up... Whether it is obedience, or trying to change the world, or even becoming an enemy, it is just It’s just making your own choice.”

"What about your choice?" Mari Kazama asked.

"me."

Hawks stood in front of her, with his fiery red wings spread out, as if a god descended into the world.

With a rebellious smile on his face, he stretched out his finger and flicked Kazama Mari's forehead, leaving a light mark on it.

"I'll tell you later~"

What about yourself?

Your ideal, what kind of person do you want to be...

This is what teachers often ask when I was a child.

"Did you make new friends?"

The voice of Milin Kamui pulled Kazama Mari out of his wandering thoughts.

"Probably." Mari Kazama thought of the blond boy named Katsuki Bakugo, and a smile crept to the corner of his mouth.

Milin Shenwei handed her a form: "Even though you saved someone, you still have to make a record. It wasn't such a troublesome thing, but many people have seen you use your personality..."

"Okay." Kazama Mari didn't say anything, took the form and pen and filled it out.

During the waiting time, the policemen beside Milin Shenwei began to talk boredly.

"It should be a very strong personality."

"That's right, it looks like he's not very old, and if he appears near Xiongying, he might be a student of Xiongying."

Want to be a hero.

Kazama Mari filled out the form and said silently in her heart.

I want to protect All Might.

Just like he protects the society.

This is my choice.

That's what it means to be a hero.

You don't become a hero because you have a strong personality, and you don't want to be a hero because your parents were heroes.

It would have been nice if I had figured it out sooner.

She handed the completed form to the waiting police, and Milin Kamui also began to say goodbye.

"I still have to continue patrolling, otherwise I can take you around for a while." He felt a little regretful.

"I'm familiar with Xiongying." Mari Kazama didn't pay much attention.

After saying goodbye to Milin Kamui, Mari Kazama remembered the ice cream she left at an unknown passerby.

She went back the same way, but the man was still there, holding the ice cream box in his hand, with his head down, not knowing what to think.

The man was wearing a black hoodie, with light blue hair protruding from the hood, looking a little frizzy.

"Thank you so much." Kazama Mari let out a sigh of relief.

This ice cream was bought at her favorite store before. She hasn't eaten it for three years. If it is lost, she will be really reluctant.

She was just about to take the ice cream back from a passer-by, when the box of the ice cream cracked like a cobweb, and then shattered into powder under her gaze.

A lot of ice cream melted and dripped to the ground along his fingers.

The air seemed to freeze.

The man raised his head, his red pupils were brewing a storm, and maliciousness rushed towards his face.

The author has something to say:

One:

"???" Kazama Mari: "What did my ice cream do wrong, you want to treat him like this?"

The dead man who has never been looked at with condemning eyes: "...I'm sorry?"

What are you thinking, how could Brother Diao apologize =L=

two:

same red eyes

Bakugo Katsuki: Grumpy brother, online dating

Dead Handle Wooden Hanging: Perform box crushing skills on the spot

Huh?