Getting Interrupted Is Never Fun...Unless You Make It Fun!

Walking toward the group that were gathered around the young Garou, I saw them begin to hold him down while the ringleader of the group began to kick and hit him, shouting something about justice or whatever shit was said in those hero cartoons.

Chuckling, I watched as Garou got quite the dirtied face and bloody nose. When the beatings began to slow down - more to do with the kids lack of stamina than actually wanting to stop - Garou was dropped to the floor by the others as they laughed. They began to walk away, giving me a wide-berth as I walked toward Garou.

Squatting down next to him, I saw him covering his face and the slight sobs that came from him gave me...no sympathy for the kid.

"Are you going to continue to be pathetic? Or are you going to get up and get stronger?" I asked, slightly disinterested if Garou hadn't found his drive yet. If he hadn't, I'd stay away from him until he had it. I didn't want to be friends with weak people, after all.

Garou's crying and trembling stopped as he peeked through his fingers at me, his yellow eyes filled with even more indignation, "There were more of them...! I couldn't win even if I was strong!" he shouted in between sobs causing me to scoff and stand up. Turning around I saw the group of bullies not too far away from me, staring at me talking to Garou.

I motioned them over but none of them came, making me raise an eyebrow - and here I thought they were clever for giving me a wide-berth. Guess you can't overestimate kids, huh?

"You're all a bunch of snot-nosed idiots who don't know how to wipe themselves properly. I can still smell the last time you went to the toilet. No wonder no girls hang around you," for effect I held up my hand and clamped my nostrils shut. I could have no doubt come up with a more insulting jab...but these guys were kids. I had to keep it simple and stupid so it didn't go right over their little insignificant brains.

The smiling popular kid, who I remembered being referred to as Tacchan by Garou in the Manga, instantly lost his smile as he saw some of the people near us laughing at my stupid insult. Despite being a kid and a bit too young to know anything of pride, he still had it, so as his face went red with embarrassment, his face twisted into a scowl as he marched over with his lackeys.

"Who do you--!" before he could even finish his sentence, I hit him square in the nose. Not losing any of my momentum, I swung my leg and kicked his nearest lackey squarely in the chest.

After that I went from goon to goon, beating them into the ground.

Once I was done and they were all on the floor crying and huddled into a fetus position, I turned my head and looked at the stunned Garou, "It doesn't matter how many there are. Weaklings are weaklings and they can never beat the truly strong," I kept eye contact with him and even as he began to tremble under my aura, he kept looking at me. Good. "It doesn't matter whether you're a monster or a hero. Strength is all that matters. Come and speak to me once you want to be strong, no matter what it takes."

And with that, I turned around and left. I would no doubt get some serious disciplinary action because of the beatdown I'd just given out...but I really didn't care. They wouldn't expel me either - my family held too much power and influence, and even if I was a bastard, they'd still make sure I wasn't an uneducated bastard.

Everything for the family image or whatever.

Walking away with my hands in my pocket, I went back to thinking about how I should train later.

. . .

Slipping on the new weights, I felt the delicious feeling of working my muscles finally being felt. The way they burned and ached...was brilliant. It was the sign of them being pushed to grow stronger - why wouldn't it feel amazing?

I began to do some calisthenics but before I could even get a decent warm-up, someone rudely bust the doors open and walked in. Two people, specifically.

I grit my teeth and turned to the people who entered as one of them, the taller of the two, spoke to the other with a timid voice, "Onee-san...we shouldn't be barging in like that..."

"What?" a haughty, yet high-pitched voice, spoke, "Do you think he can do anything to either of us?" she pointed directly at me and I got a good look at the two of them. The taller one was a rather cute girl with black hair cut short around her chin and emerald green eyes. The short girl shared the same eyes yet her hair was emerald as well.

The taller one's expression was morphed into an apologetic look while the green-haired brat's face was just as haughty-looking as her voice was haughty sounding.

Of course I knew who these two were. The green-haired brat was Tatsumaki, the S-Class Hero, the Tornado of Terror. Or at least she would be. While the taller girl was Tatsumaki's younger sister, Fubuki, or the future B-Class Hero the Blizzard of Hell. But I don't care who they're gonna be...aren't they a bit too fucking rude?

Though I did wonder why Tatsumaki was here and not in that testing facility like she was in the original series...I'd wonder those question after I taught this brat a lesson.

. . .

POV Change - Fubuki

Ahh! Why does Onee-san need to be so rude?! She's gonna get us in trouble if she isn't careful!

We came over to this Kayama Clan house so mother and father could visit their friend...but in the end we're just gonna embarrass them by our behavior!

I looked to the boy in the center of the hyper durable training room and I was slightly shocked by his appearance. He was, apparently, the same age as me, yet he was a good few inches taller and wider than me. His body was covered in compact muscles that gave the impression of...perfection. Every movement and flex of his was similarly perfect and I could sense with my psychokinesis that the weights he was wearing on his body were definitely in the ton weight range. Or tons from how the floor seemed to strain under his movements.

As he stopped and turned to us, I saw his blood red eyes narrow at Onee-san and for an instant...I felt terrified.

The way he scowled and showed off his longer than usual canines...it was like being scowled at by a monster. Onee-san mocked him and I saw his brows furrow even further before he smiled. Yet...it wasn't a happy smile. It was like a smile one would have when they got so angry they'd go full-circle and become 'happy'.

He undid the straps that held the weights to his body and they clattered to the ground with thunderous booms.

...They were heavy than I thought. Way heavier. Way too heavy. How could he even move with those on?!

In an instant, he disappeared. Onee-san's reaction speed was better than mine because of her amount of Psychic Energy and I saw her body flicker with green as it spanned over her like an armor and then gathered in front of her in the form of a shield.

Then he reappeared.

His wild red hair was floating upward and into the air and before I could even react his fist had impacted the shield. It was so fast that it was a blur. In fact, it was so fast that the sound of it moving didn't come until it had hit the barrier...along side a sonic boom. The air inside the training chamber was whipped up into a frenzy as it curled around us. I had to bring up my own psychic armor to stop myself from being blasted away simply from the air pressure of the punch.

...Yet just like everything that hit Onee-san's shield, the fist didn't do anything.

"Hmm?" Onee-san smirked in disdain, "Is that all? If so, you'll never get through my barrier--" she stopped speaking and I wondered why, so I followed where her eyes were looking - at the boy. When I looked to him, that terrified feeling came back but even stronger. This time, he was smilingly happily and his eyes were a light with joy and excitement.

...But why did his face look so utterly terrifying like this? Like an Oni Mask meant to scare people. That's when he spoke.

"Haha!" he left as his arm muscles bulged and wiggled, joined by the veins in his arm which came to the surface and bulged obscenely, showing the ungodly amount of blood flowing through his arm at the minute, "What a good shield! But!" he roared as his toes spread apart and then...dug into the ground below him. Like it was sand.

This strength...made my face pale. If my sister was the perfect example of mental power, then this boy...wouldn't he be the perfect example of physical power?

You must now that this chamber is made for B to A Rank Heroes. Yet he just rend apart the rock with his toes like it was nothing.

To the shock of me and my sister, his muscles fully flexed as dozens of meter long cracks spanned from behind him as he pressed fist against the shield...then the shield cracked, "It's a bit too brittle to stop me!" he roared as his fist passed through the shield as it smashed with the same sound as glass being broken.

His fist hit Onee-san and she instantly went flying until she hit the other side of the room where we came in from. She hit the wall and sunk into it, sending massive cracks throughout the wall and shaking the entire room like it had been hit by a massive earthquake.

I wanted to turn to my sister. I wanted to go and see if she was okay. I wanted to at least go and help her up.

But...I couldn't move as the boy's red eyes moved over to me.

It was at that moment that I felt something. The way he stood, the way his muscles flexed and looked perfect, the way his entire body looked like it was made out of precious materials...I felt a presence from him. My Esper Sixth Sense went off the wall as he walked toward me. The presence I felt...it was the presence of something divine.

I closed my eyes and put my strongest psychic armor around me like a cocoon. But one sentence from him calmed me and took all the fight out of me as the adrenaline faded.

"You weren't too rude, I can forgive your actions as long as they never happen again," and by the time I opened my eyes, he'd walked past me. I dropped to the ground, dumbly staring off into the distance of the training room. I felt...relief. It was like my instincts were telling me if I fought that boy, no, that creature...I'd have died.

Is that boy even human?

Turning my head I saw his back and my face blanched as I felt my pants become wet with urine. His back muscles...they were contorted in such a way that they looked like the smiling face of a diabolical demon.

Had we entered a training room...or had we somehow taken a short cut to a Demon's playground?