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

Aizawa-sensei's reaction speed was faster than I expected.

He avoided my fist almost as soon as I moved, and then grabbed the bandage wrapped around my arm to try to restrain my movement.

The force exerted on the arm is indeed great, but not to the point where it is completely inescapable.

I gritted my teeth, ignored the constraints, and approached the black-haired youth at the maximum speed I could achieve.The sound of bones and joints being dislocated and bandages being ripped off was heard at the same time, followed by pain spreading from the wrist to the limbs.

As if frightened by my desperate actions, Aizawa-sensei even forgot to activate his personality.

The cracks extended along the soles of the feet towards the direction where the young man was, and the surging broken stones deprived the opponent of his center of gravity.

Taking advantage of the opponent's adjustment of the center of gravity, I quickly moved closer to his side, raised my foot, and slapped him hard on the waist.

Mr. Aizawa had to take back the weapon whose front end was torn off, and while his body flew backwards, the young man was still trying to adjust his center of gravity to find the most suitable foothold.

What a professional hero.

But it's still a bit worse than Cheap Daddy.

I rushed towards the flying smoke and dust, and smashed all the buildings that could serve as support points before the opponent's back completely touched the broken wall.The white bandage flashed into sight quickly. Judging from the movement, Mr. Aizawa seemed to be planning to interfere with my actions to buy himself time.

Considering the restraint of the fighting style, I absolutely cannot give him this chance.

I lowered my figure to avoid those weapons and rushed forward, grabbed Mr. Aizawa's neck with my left hand, and grabbed the utility knife that was not fully put away in the opponent's hand with my right hand.The tingling sensation of the skin on the blade's arm sinking into the palm filled the nerves, and the warm red blood flowed down the crevices between the fingers, dripping on the young man's face full of shock.

I increased the force on the opponent's neck.

"give me back."

The young man's hand has not been completely loosened, and it is still somewhat difficult to snatch the utility knife back from his hand.

Mr. Aizawa didn't speak, nor did he let go of the knife in his hand. I squinted my eyes and tried to do something to his neck. As expected, I found that my personality had completely failed.

The opponent's shoulder sockets were pressed hard by my knees, and from my angle I could clearly see the scars under his eyes.

It is unrealistic to snatch it directly with the right hand. The handle of the knife is in Mr. Aizawa's hand, and what I am grasping is the blade part. more passive situation.

So I had to force my opponent to let go of the utility knife.

From the reflection in the eyes of the black-haired youth, I saw my own face with a distorted smile.

"...Give it back to me." I repeated my words with an emphatic tone, "If you don't return it to me, I will kill you."

For me now, no benevolence, righteousness or morality is necessary, and even the qualifications for borrowing from the Hero Department are not as important as this utility knife.If Mr. Aizawa doesn't let go, I don't mind taking another life.

Anyway, I have already killed three people, and I don't care about one more.

The young man looked at me calmly.

When I was ready to strangle him, the announcement that Kirishima had successfully escaped and the exam was over suddenly came on the radio.Aizawa-sensei turned his face away upon hearing this, and slowly let go of the utility knife.

Holding the blade, I took it back just like that.

"...You are really not suitable to be a hero." When I stood up, I heard the young man's voice not clear, "But, congratulations, you passed the exam."

The notch on the blade rubbed against the long and narrow wound on the palm, and waves of pain stimulated the nerves.It wasn't until I carefully put away the utility knife that I realized what I had done.

"Feel sorry."

I lowered my head slightly and looked at the young man who was still lying on the ground.

He half closed his eyes as if unwilling to continue the topic.

"I said, congratulations on passing the exam."

So I dragged my right hand with a dislocated wrist and cut palm out of the exam room.The moment I stepped out of the arena, I saw a boy with blond hair and red eyes with a dark face, looking like he might rush up to beat someone at any time.

Like a ghost, I put my hand back into my pocket again, took out the utility knife and smiled at him.

The pain in my wrist made my fingers trembling while holding the knife. The dark red handle of the utility knife was stained with blood, sticky, and the anti-slip dark lines scratched the flesh on my palm. Mixed with the pain in my wrist, I was tearing at my nerves like a beast. .

I think I should look scary now.

With blood in one hand, and laughing out loud while holding a utility knife stained with blood, no matter how you think about it, you are out of your mind.

The golden-red fire burst out from the palm of the boy with light blond hair, and the fist with the high temperature generated by the explosion stopped less than one centimeter from the bridge of my nose.Beyond the outline of the fist, I saw Bakugou's exaggeratedly distorted face.

"You must be out of your mind." He closed his fists and cursed loudly, "I'll just buy you another knife after it's been taken away!"

"...Who wants you to buy it? Don't make it sound like I'm too poor to even afford a knife."

I restrained my smile, and looked at Bakugo's darkened face expressionlessly.

"Then what are you—"

"I'm happy, it's none of your business."

I rolled my eyes, and went straight to the health teacher who was on standby outside the venue to ask for treatment.The wound was not deep, and the dislocation was not as difficult to deal with as a fracture, so the whole healing time did not exceed 3 minutes.

Even so, I was severely scolded by the health care teacher.

I honestly didn't know I would have such a big reaction to having the box knife taken away.Even when the utility knife I was used to was broken, I did feel a little regret and anger, but I didn't lose control like this time, I was just thinking about absolutely killing that monster.

So why on earth would I have to take back the utility knife?

I do not know.

After calming down, the biggest feeling is that I have done a meaningless thing.If Kirishima hadn't arrived at the exit in time, I'm afraid I would really have done something irreversible.

Even if Mr. Aizawa is not hurt in the end, it is normal to fail this exam.

But I'm a result theorist, Mr. Aizawa personally said that I passed, if those things are not important.

I moved my right hand, and the pain of dislocation and skin rupture has completely disappeared, except that the skin at the wound healing area is whiter than other places, but it is not much different from the original.

A pair of arms suddenly came from behind and hugged my neck fiercely.The soft touch against the back is dizzying.

...So, you are also freshmen in high school, why are you developing so well...

I raised my head sadly and looked up at the sky.

Bai didn't speak, but confined me with a force capable of strangling people. Judging from the frequency of the breath sprayed on the back of her neck, she is still in a state of being very excited and completely unable to calm down.

I thought she would be able to calm down after taking a few deep breaths, but she didn't calm down until I felt that I was about to start to lack oxygen, so I had to raise my hand and squeeze Bai's wrist.

"Okay, I'll be a classmate from now on, what do you look like..."

"Because I'm so happy..."

A girl's trembling voice came from behind.

I sighed.

"Then let's hug for a while longer," I said, "but you have to let go when the teachers arrive, otherwise Mr. Aizawa will definitely beat you."

The author has something to say:

(after the exam)

Kirishima (excited): Yuuki is really amazing, she dragged Aizawa-sensei and told me to run towards the exit!

The hostess (expressionless): I am not I have no...

↑Actually, the idea of ​​the heroine is that it’s useless for you to get in the way anyway, it’s better to struggle to let the teacher understand that you really want to pass the exam instead of paddling