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

My dad is an asshole.

It's not the cheap dad of Yuki's family, but his own dad.

In fact, it seems a bit too polite to say that he is an asshole. If it is mixed with personal feelings, I think he can even be described as "deranged".As long as I can remember, my life has been in a cycle of "being beaten", "watching my mother being beaten", and "being beaten with my mother".

I don't know how much my biological mother loves him, but if she didn't love him, she definitely wouldn't live with him so humbly.

It happened on an ordinary afternoon.

Dad was out having lunch with someone and drank a little too much.I was talking to the neighbor's uncle when he came home.Seeing me talking and laughing with my neighbor, he suddenly yelled and grabbed my arm, dragged me into the house and closed the door, picked up the chair at hand and greeted me.

The mother who was taking a nap during the pushing and shoving was woken up, and she ran out of bed barefoot to protect me.

My head, arms, and back were all beaten with bruises, and my consciousness was a little unclear, so I didn't hear what they said clearly. I could barely distinguish my father's screaming from the vague words. Then he said, "Are you looking down on me for my lack of personality, did you hook up with the kid next door?"

Yes, my dad is the rare "no personality".

At that time, I didn't quite understand what this question meant. The dizziness caused by the blow to the temple prevented me from seeing the scene in the room clearly.In a panic, my mother let me go, and by the time I realized it, she was already curled up in the corner, buried her head in her arms, and endured my father's beating without saying a word.

This is all too common in our family.

Mom's personality is a very rare healing type. Although she can't heal as effectively as professional heroes, when she is hurt, her personality will slowly repair the wound, so even if Dad beat her the day before Even though she was unable to walk normally, she was able to recover to the point where she could do housework the next day.

But that time it seemed out of control.I saw bright red blood flowing out of my mother's body, and there were more and more wounds on her body, which was beyond the level of her personality that could be repaired.

I yelled loudly to stop Dad's movement.

At that time, I didn't think much about it. I only had the thought that "my mother will die if I don't stop him".

But when I ran to the two of them, everything was over.

The corpses of young men and women twisted into inhuman shapes by external forces lay in sight, and the cloth on their bodies was dyed a dazzling color by the dark red liquid.There was a strong smell of blood in the air, accompanied by cicadas chirping outside the window, hitting the fragile nerves one after another.

...they died.

The realization made me want to scream.But in fact, I just sat down next to the corpses of my biological parents in silence, staring at their faces with disbelief.

I don't know how many days I sat next to their dead bodies.

During this period, I thought a lot. First, I was glad that I finally didn't have to be beaten, but soon this kind of happiness was replaced by a deeper fear.

—Why did they die?

——What will happen to me after they die?

It was the colleagues in Dad's work unit who first found out that something was wrong.They called my dad many times, but I didn't answer.A few days later, several people who called themselves "professional heroes" broke into the house.

There was someone else who came before them, but that person was very strange, he asked me some strange things, and asked me if I wanted to leave with him.But I didn't know where else I could go besides my biological parents, so I rejected his proposal.

When he left, he asked me, do you hate this world?

I shook my head.

Then he left and never came back.

I think my state should scare him.

The high temperature in summer caused the corpses of men and women to rot and stink. I sat next to the two corpses with my hair disheveled and hugged my knees, quietly staring at my toes. .

This is what the professional heroes saw when they broke in.

The black-haired young man stretched out his hand, the palm passed through my armpit, and lifted me up easily.

"It's all right," he said to me with a smile, "don't be afraid, it's all right."

Of course I know it's all right.Dad was killed by me, the only person in the world who would hurt me is gone, of course I'm fine.

But the young man's smile was so reassuring, I still couldn't hold back, hugged his neck and cried.

Even now, I still don't know why I was crying at that time, maybe I just wanted to cry.

The death of my parents is too abnormal. The police station has a record of each citizen's personality, and none of the nearby neighbors has the ability to cause that situation, so I was quickly suspected .

However, I am just a child under four years old, and adults with normal judgment ability will naturally not come to ask me.

After the wound was treated, I was ushered into a very strange room.

Adults in police uniforms pulled out a baton and asked if I could twist it off.I figured I should know how to twist that baton, so I nodded and easily transformed it into strange shapes under the eyes of adults in disbelief.

The police were quick to announce the fact that I had a personality.

At the same time, rumors that "the child named Niu Xu killed his parents" gradually spread.

So I knew what I had done and why my parents died.

Then I was sent to an orphanage.

"Two." After listening to my words, Bakugo concluded, "Who is the third?"

He probably wanted to ask who the third person I killed was, so I told him about the little boy.

The boy was silent for half a minute, then raised his head and asked me, "Do you want to be a hero?"

I shook my head, "I'm a murderer." Heroes should be righteous, kind, and untainted. A murderer like me is no longer qualified to be a hero.

"...I didn't ask if you were a murderer," the other party frowned, "tsk", "I asked if you want to be a hero."

I lifted the can to my mouth, subconsciously bit the edge of the container with my teeth, and once again made the voice that Bakugo commented was "like a mouse reincarnated": "I am a murderer, and I am not qualified to be a hero."

"troublesome!"

The boy's voice exploded beside him.

He stood up and walked towards the center of the training room.The soles of the boy's combat uniform hit the solidified ground, making a dull and soft sound.

A utility knife with a dark red handle that had not been unpacked was thrown in the center of my sight.

I raised my head, the boy with blond hair and red eyes raised his right arm, bright fire burst out and disappeared in his palm.

"Then you can fight with me," Bakugo said calmly, "You can do whatever you want if you win, but if you lose, you can become a professional hero for me!"

The author has something to say:

Kajiang: Enlighten bean sprouts?Doesn't exist, I just want to fight her

It’s impossible for Kajiang to enlighten people well, it’s impossible in this life, he dares to be fierce even in the exam rescue (I’m really a fan, not a black)

ps There is a small foreshadowing in this section. Regarding the heroine's biological parents, I think it is actually quite easy to guess, and the hint is already obvious

There is nothing to do tonight, let me try to double update