[My English] It's not a problem if you can communicate with your fists

When my feet stepped on the flat ground of the field again, I actually had a sense of reality that I was still alive.

Bakugou was standing on the other side of the field, the boy's expression was as annoying as ever.I thought my reaction should be a little more violent, but in fact I just nodded at him before the referee called the start.

Immediately afterwards, the boy with blond hair and red eyes took the same frontal attack as I expected and rushed over.

The scorching air flow from the explosion swept back against the ear, and the boy who missed in one shot avoided the palm I stretched out to him with his astonishing reaction speed, and even sent an explosion when he turned his head.

The scalding heat spread along the wound into the limbs, I took a breath, raised my foot and swept towards the opponent's lower body.

Bakugo obviously learned the lesson of the qualifiers. After causing actual damage to me, the boy quickly left my side with the thrust generated by the explosion almost without stopping.My attack therefore did not work.

Although I had foreseen that this would be a tough battle, I really didn't expect that I would be at a complete disadvantage at the beginning.

The guy in front of him might be a genius.

Not a genius in any other sense, able to find the correct way to deal with an opponent with only one experience, such a combat awareness and analytical ability, I am afraid that even Daddy Cheap has never seen it.

It's kind of embarrassing to think about it.

Cheap Dad is indeed not the strongest professional hero, but at least he is also a strong man with many followers who can earn quite a reputation for himself in this era of rampant heroes.

"Puppeteer" Yuuki, known for his near-invincible physical skills.

If I let him know that I almost lost to a hero student in gymnastics, I'm afraid my gymnastics teacher will have to be replaced again.

At least at this stage, I don't think "talent" is a factor that hinders my progress.

I'm nowhere near that height.

The center of gravity is very low, which makes the figure of Bakugo in my field of vision look extraordinarily tall.It is already my habit to move as close to the ground as possible during battle. Without directly using my personality on people, the closer I get to the ground, the more I can turn the situation to my advantage.

After all, in a sense, the only thing I can control without being hindered by my opponent is the ground.

After avoiding the attack, the blond-haired boy abruptly turned in the air.The red-gold flame continued to magnify in front of my eyes, and I subconsciously raised my hand to block it, but the end was a matter of course and I took a blast.

The air smelled of burnt skin.

The numbness caused by the explosion spread to the arm with wave after wave of the fingertips, and a black light spot appeared in the field of vision.

My retina should have been injured by the strong light from the explosion just now.

It's ugly.

Half of the sleeve of the tracksuit was blown to pieces, and warm and viscous blood flowed down the contours of the arm muscles.There was a buzzing noise in my ears, and in my blurred vision, Bakugou seemed to say something, but the boy's voice was drowned out by the noise, and I could only see his lips opening and closing.

"I always feel like I'm not good enough to lose like this..."

I wiped the stain on the corner of my mouth with the back of my left hand, lowered my center of gravity again, and rushed in the direction of Bakugo.

The distorted rubble was scattered in all directions along my walking path. The boy at the end of the line of sight still had a sullen face. He put his right hand close to the ground, indicating that the blasting fire burst out from the palm of Bakugo, and forcefully drove out the sight. Large patches of dark color.

I use my left hand to support the ground for small movements.

The boy withdrew his hand very quickly, and when I thought he would distance himself from each other, he suddenly put his palm on my back and activated his personality.

This guy is really planning to kill me...

I staggered forward a few steps and barely stood up straight.

The moment he raised his head, the scene in front of him seemed to be artificially covered with a thick layer of gray gauze.At this moment, I feel as if I am in a world completely different from other people's space.

Ahh... yes, I have been in this situation.

The disgusting sweetness of blood lingered at the tip of my nose, and the pain in my arms and back was magnified infinitely in my senses, and finally condensed into a sharp blade, piercing through my remaining sanity.

What appeared in front of him was the back of a burly man.

The woman with long wine-red hair hugged her bruised knee and huddled in the corner of the wall, as if she could minimize the pain in her body.

It was probably the cruelest scene in the world.

"Don't...don't do this..." Dragging my half-disabled right arm, I rushed towards the man's back almost screaming, "Stop!"

Bright red blood flowed down the woman's forehead.I can see all kinds of scars under her white dress that cannot be ignored, and I know better than anyone how these scars are produced.

The place we are in is called hell.

An endless hell where no one will reach out to us.

The man raised the half-person-high wooden chair, and beat the woman curled up in the corner with the back of the chair.The loud sound of the wood touching the skin was clearly poured into the ears through the buzzing sounds, tearing the fragile nerves ferociously.

The tearing pain in my back reminded me over and over again of how I was treated, and silently reminded me of how the woman in front of me would be treated.

"Please stop..." I murmured, grabbing the man's arm with my still intact left hand.

The sound of bones breaking was especially harsh in the silent space.

Something mingled with the noise and beat on the eardrums.

...Did he say something?

I can not hear.Most of all, I don't want to hear him talk.

The palm of the hand gradually lost its proper touch, and there were only large pieces of hard residue where there should be bones.I even had the illusion that I could easily squeeze it into various shapes.

The man started yelling.

I still couldn't hear what he was shouting.Those annoying noises are like mosquitoes that haunt summer nights, and they can't be driven away no matter how hard they are.

"Stop..." The scars on the woman's body magnified infinitely in front of my eyes, and the pain pierced through those noises to the depths of my soul. I didn't know what I should do, so I could only cry, as if this could relieve her pain Smaller, "Please...she's going to die!"

No matter what, he must be stopped.

Otherwise, otherwise, she must... Mom must--

"Snapped!"

The right cheek seemed to have been severely slapped.The noise filling the eardrums gradually disappeared with the impact, and the figures of men and women seemed to have never appeared before.

Standing in front of me was a boy wearing the standard sportswear of Xiongying High School. His right arm, which I was holding with my left hand, seemed to have been completely fractured. The terrifying purple-gray color was all over the opponent's arm, while his left hand, Still maintaining the action of slapping.

I let go of his arm and took a few steps back dejectedly.

What the hell did I do?

Those phantoms no longer exist, leaving me alone under the sky.

Teacher Midnight seemed to be stunned by this sudden situation, and no one came to stop us.Bakugo maintained his previous movements and stood not far from me, I could read the shock in his eyes.

Things that shouldn't have happened happened after all.

The dry sound of a rusty iron saw touching dry wood squeezed out of my throat, with obvious trembling and heavy breathing.

"I surrender."

The author has something to say:

The heroine's own father is a scumbag...not like Andeva...a scumbag in the traditional sense

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Congratulations to the cuties who bought Ka shares...you won

This section is a singular point, if the heroine is in a sober state, she will tie with Ka Jiang

The plot of the heroine’s parents is assigned to the long-line. I said that appropriate additions and deletions will be made according to the choice of the heroine. Therefore, the clues of Izuku and the hanging line will be merged into the Ka-line, Yuki’s family and welfare Clues from the court will not appear on the Ka line

At present, I plan to write until the end of the temporary license examination. If there is no problem in the middle, I will consider making a branch line of the bus to fill in the pits of Yuki's house and the orphanage. clue and go in

For the specific form, please refer to the BBB’s Wannian Giant Pit next door to me (Suddenly Guilty.jpg