Quirkless? (3)

"Ok... so who's going to point out that Rito is unnaturally strong?"

Hanabi sighed and pointed out in a silent bus as Rito was covered in weird glares from his surroundings. Since Haruna was the only one he knew, he decided to sit next to her while Hanabi and Ichika sat in front and Riku sat with some other student.

At this particular moment, Hanabi was already looking back while keeping her knees on the seat while her wings had transformed into a smaller version of pixie wings.

"I'm not that strong..."

Before Rito finished, Ichika immediately shouted and stood up from her seat.

"Why are you being so goddamn arrogant?! Huh? You looking for a fight?"

With her eyes interconnects with Rito's baffled gaze, she felt even more irritated.

"Um... I think you are the one looking for a fight?..."

Haruna answered weakly as she still felt slightly tired of the previous fight.

"Hah? And who are you? Sitting so close to this arrogant bastard! You guys are a thing or something?"

She roared while explosions crackled from her palms but her words only made Haruna blush as she immediately stuttered.

"W-w-what? No, we are not a thing?! We are nothing! Nothing!"

She immediately shouted as she regained her vigour from a mysterious source while a despondent sigh escaped Rito's lips.

"Wow... I thought a rejection doesn't hurt. But even this fake rejection hurts pretty bad."

His words caused Haruna to blush even more while Ichika felt even more irritated.

"So? Aren't you going to tell us your secret?"

Hanabi looked at him with a combination of curious and pleading expression.

"My secret? I just trained really hard..."

As Rito spoke, his eyes suddenly shone brilliantly.

"In fact, why don't you all try and join the dojo?"

Rito spoke with a smile and stood up from his seat and looked around with a confident smile.

Spreading his arms he spoke and advertised loudly.

"Are you tired of being a weakling?

Tired of being stepped upon?

Do you wish to learn the secrets of self-defense and extreme body-building?

Then join Water Stream Rock Smashing Dojo!"

As he proclaimed loudly, the students around him felt stunned and looked at Rito as if he was a monster in a human's skin.

"W-water stream dojo? You mean that retired S-Class Hero Silver Fist's Dojo?"

Someone asked with chattering teeth while many avoided Rito's confused gaze.

"Well, yeah? He is the creator of Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist Technique."

Even Hanabi felt uncomfortable and sat down with a disappointed expression.

"It turns out there wasn't any secret. You must already be a monster if you survived in that place."

Meanwhile, Haruna already knew about Rito joining martial arts but she never could've imagined that such a sweet boy could survive the training of what rumours call, the body breaking training.

"Eh? Did I say something wrong?"

Rito looked around as only Ichika looked straight towards him with slightly brightened eyes.

"You're really from that dojo?"

Her explosive attitude was retracted while she asked once again with a tinge of expectation.

Even though Rito felt creeped out by this kind of Ichika, he still nodded and spoke once again.

"Yes, I received Master Bang's personal training alongside my senior brother. You have already witnessed the result, right?"

Rito spoke as he flexed his right bicep.

Ichika's eyes widened and she looked towards Hanabi, who had slightly unnatural expression and then immediately glared at Haruna.

"Hey, you! Halo girl! Change seats with me!"

"Ah? But this is my seat."

Haruna immediately shook her head. Even though Ichika wanted to shout and roar, miraculously, she controlled herself and then glared at Hanabi.

"Pixie, go and sit with that halo girl."

"Fine, fine, you humanoid explosion. Rito, you don't mind exchanging seats with me, do you?"

Rito looked at Haruna, who glared at him unconsciously and felt slightly depressed.

'Such strong rejection, sigh.'

He nodded and exchanged his seat with Hanabi as Haruna glared at him in disbelief. Didn't he understand her signal to 'not change the seats'?

Meanwhile, Riku had already closed his eyes and leaned back on his seat to rest as he wasn't energised enough to get into the mess that Rito was creating.

"I'll take the window seat."

Ichika moved quickly and sat on the window seat before Rito and then looked at him with brightened eyes.

Maybe... just maybe, Rito regretted his decision of changing his seats with Hanabi.

Looking back, he found Hanabi's encouraging smile and Haruna's furious glare and immediately sat down without any second thoughts.

"Sigh... the kids will definitely grow up..."

Hanabi sighed out loud and acted all mature and looked at Haruna.

"Isn't that right, Rito's mom?"

"What?"

Haruna looked at Hanabi and hissed.

"I'm not his mom!"

"Well, you definitely glare like one."

Hanabi smiled and winked at the angry Haruna.

Ichika, on the other hand, looked at Rito with a clearly 'expecting' expression.

"What?"

"Tell me about it? Your training. Do you really have to punch through flaming concretes? Oh, and is it true that your body needs to be flexible and strong enough to train using 500 kg mercury vests?"

She was almost leaning over her armrest as her bright face was extremely close to Rito's.

Nodding, Rito replied with a little enthusiasm.

"Yeah, all of that is true. Hell Concrete Punching is in the second year training while Mountain Movement is in our third year practice."

"Awesome!!"

Ichika shouted out loud as explosives crackled through her mouth.

"So, is it safe to assume that you like training?"

Rito finally felt a little comfortable after seeing her expression after hearing his training.

"You bet ya' ass, I am! Heck, I got better abs them most of the women!"

Ichika immediately grabbed Rito's hand and pulled it towards her abdomen when suddenly, the bus took a turn and their movement was redirected.

Instead of showcasing her smooth abs, Ichika exposed her soft bosom to Rito's hand.

A drop of sweat fell off from Rito's nose as he felt the blood rushing over to his head while the soft and bouncy sensation was passed over from his hand to his brain.

Even Ichika's eyes looked at that particular hand with rushing emotions as she couldn't figure out how she managed to present her curves instead of her hard work.

"These... this is better than most women."

Leaving her a bit of face, Rito immediately pulled his hand and whispered while the excited Ichika had truly and finally settled down with a blank expression on her face.

'W-w-what the fuck just happened *explosion*?!!!!

Did I really let him touch my boob?!!

Why the fuck did I let him touch my boob?!!

For god's sake, stop saying boobs and boobs that!

Wait, who the fuck is this amateur of a driver?!!'

Ichika's eyes immediately gained their vigor and she stood up with her hands causing explosions.

"Hey! Who the hell is the driver?! Fuckin come out, now!"

"What happened to her?" Ceasing the conversation with Haruna, Hanabi looked at the raging Ichika while a scene that she wouldn't have imagined in her entire life occurred right in front of her disbelieving yellow eyes.

"Oi, calm down! It isn't the driver's fault!"

As Rito stood up, he grabbed her exploding hand while she immediately turned her face towards Rito and all the anger in her eyes died down as her gaze was attracted to Rito's hand clutching onto her wrist tightly.

'What a grip!'

While her thoughts drifted, she finally came to be and saw everyone on the bus looking at her weirdly.

Yelling, she pulled her hand and glared at Rito.

"Don't fuckin' touch me!"

With that, she sat down beside Rito once again who completely ignored her profanities that became part of her daily vocabulary and simply appreciated Ichika listening to him.

Meanwhile, Riku and Hanabi's eyes were wide as Hanabi turned back looked into her brother's equally disbelieving eyes.

"Woah!"

They both whispered simultaneously as Hanabi made the decision to stir up the plot while Riku decided to stay away from the mess as far as he can.

***

Out of the five buses, Akira chose to have a seat on the last bus as he sat with the white-haired Eri, who had a wry smile on her face.

"What are you laughing at?!"

Akira glared at Eri while she immediately shrugged.

"I mean, you got kicked! Hahaha, don't you find it ironic?"

Akira immediately puffed his cheek.

"You should act according to your age, you retard!"

She immediately glared at him with a menacing expression as her pointy horn only made her look more demonic.

"A retard's a retard! You had to appear for three of your grades twice! That's six years!! And what was with that self-realization trip!

You freakin' went on a two-year vacation! Even if you don't look like it, you are already twenty—"

Eri's hand immediately clutched Akira's cheek while she truly looked angry this time.

"It doesn't matter. Right now, I am sixteen, just like you! Now carefully repeat what is my age or I will turn you into a baby!"

Akira's forehead let out waves of cold sweat as he finally settled down.

"Y-yes, Eri-nee. You are sixteen."

He spoke unnaturally as he remembered the same youthful face teasing him for having such a feminine face when he was a kid.

"Good, but next time, no more 'Eri-nee'. After all, we are going to be classmates!"

She grinned and poked his shoulders while he slumped on his seat and felt distressed by Eri's unnatural confidence.