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

When Bakugo and I were captured, the news of the arrest of two Xiongying students caused an uproar in the society.

Only Bao Hao, who was the champion of the sports festival, was fine, and my identity was quickly exposed.Daughter of the top ten professional hero "Puppeteer" Yuuki, No.3 in the first grade division of the Xiongying Sports Festival.

Xiongying quickly held a press conference to respond positively to the media and the public.

To my surprise, Cheap Daddy was also present at the press conference.

"Being caught by the enemy can only show that she is not strong enough," the man in the black windbreaker turned his face to the spotlight calmly, "The Yuki family does not need waste, and if she just dies like this, she is not qualified to inherit the 'Yuki' ' in the name—but I believe that she will not be defeated so easily, and those who bear the name of 'Yuki' will not be weak!"

"...Tch, you really dare to say it."

I twitched the corner of my mouth.

It's like cheap daddy.He never cared about why I fought and why I was injured. All he cared about was the easy-to-understand result of "whether I won or not". If I lost, it would prove that I was not strong enough, that's all.

Shimura turned off the news broadcast on the TV, and turned his head to where Bakugo and I were.

There is no surprise, this time it is also about persuading surrender.

I honestly think all the enemies, including Shimura, are pretty stupid, and while their motives sound childish and ridiculous, Bakugou's desire to be a hero is stronger than anyone else's.In his eyes, the long speeches of these people are nothing but unsavory garbage.

As for me?

I never wanted to think about the things they said.The reason why I chose to enroll in the hero department is because of Bakugo's sentence "become a professional hero". I lost that battle, so I have to be a hero, and it has nothing to do with belief.

Shimura ordered his companions to untie Bakugo.

My eyelids twitched.

This is not the level of stupidity.Bakugou will not be shaken by their chattering fallacies in the slightest, and releasing the restraint on him is just giving him a chance to make a big fuss.

Even if he can't win, Bakugou will definitely give Shimura a shot at the right time, after all he hates talkative guys.

What happened next was completely within my expectations.The blond-haired and red-eyed boy moved his wrist, which had been restrained for too long, and then punched the guy who helped him untie it with his backhand. Then he twisted his body, raised his hand and blasted Shimura's head.

I subconsciously "hissed".

It looks like it hurts.It turns out that the threats that Bakugo slapped on my face in the past were really just threats. I also want to thank Mr. Bakugo for not really giving me a lot of them.

For some reason, even though Shimura was the one whose face was mutilated by the explosion, I felt my face hurt a little too.

The severed hand on Shimura's face was knocked off by Bakugo.Judging from his reaction, he should be on the verge of going berserk.However, unexpectedly, the blue-haired young man raised his hand to stop his companion who was eager to "kill Bakugou", and bluntly said that Bakugo is an "important chess piece" so there is still value in it.

At the same time, I saw the face of the black-haired youth turned towards me.

Shimura's fingers moved.

Bakugou also noticed the enemy's movements. He raised his arms in front of me and lowered his center of gravity, like a young beast ready to attack at any time.From my angle, I can see the tense muscles of the boy.

"... If you dare to touch her, I will kill you!"

In fact, this is quite a weak threat, even if Shimura and the others really want to kill me, Bakugo alone cannot stop it.

Hearing the boy's words, Shimura chuckled a few times in his throat.While carefully picking up the severed hand that was knocked to the ground by Bakugo, he answered Bakugou's speech.

"Don't worry, she won't die."

The blue-haired youth's voice was very soft, with a hint of sarcasm.

"To be precise, even if we decide to kill you, we won't touch her at all... Niu Xu is the best at stepping on other people's corpses and plundering other people's things to survive. If we just let her die like this, wouldn't it be Sorry about her expertise?"

I stared wide-eyed at Shimura's scarlet pupils leaking from between the fingers of his severed hand.

This is the second time he has said such a thing.

To survive by stepping on other people's corpses and looting other people's things?

I couldn't help but think of the question asked by the dark-haired youth in the woods.

How does it feel to use the personality of someone you personally killed?

... Who was killed by me, and who should my personality belong to?Whose corpse was trampled under my feet, and whose things were plundered by me, and became the capital for my survival in this society?

The overlapping and distorted corpses of men and women, and the hands of the little boy before he died were continuously enlarged in front of my eyes. At the end of my sight, I saw their pale faces, and they used the exact same mouth shapes to accuse me of what I had committed. crime.

At this moment, I am more aware of my identity than anyone else.

I am a murderer.

I'm just a murderer.

What is the No.3 in the first-year division of the Xiongying Sports Festival, what is the only daughter of a famous hero, what is the outstanding hero reserve who has inherited the name of "Yuki", all of them are fake, and they are all "glory" given by cheap daddy. ".Taking off those flashy skins, the existence of "Niusu" is nothing but a murderer.

"Don't listen to his nonsense!" Baohao's very personal roar came from his ear, "You don't need to listen to this kind of scum!"

I blankly turned my gaze from Shimura to Bakugo's back.

The boy stood in front of me with a very tough posture. His back that had not yet fully grown and could not be called "broad" blocked most of the enemies from seeing me.

"What is stepping on other people's corpses, what is plundering other people's things?" Bakugo's voice seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat, with a little trembling and mania, but it pulled my thoughts back from those whirlpools, " Bean sprouts are bean sprouts, and she stands here to prove that she has the value and significance of living, don't put your boring values ​​on her!"

I opened my mouth.My intuition tells me that I should respond to Bakugou now, but something seems to be stuck in my throat, and I can't swallow or spit it out, and I can't even make a meaningless single sound.

Let's fight.

A voice in the bottom of my heart began to shout loudly.

There is no need to express anything in words, fighting side by side with him is the best response to his words.

As far as we are concerned, the number of enemies is too much, and there is no way for Bakugo to retreat with me as a dragging oil bottle.Even if I can't be his help, at least I shouldn't just slump on the chair and wait for rescue.

I had to get up, I had to stand beside him and tell him I didn't need his worries.

Waves of pain from the friction of the bones rushed to the nerves.

I staggered to my feet while leaning on the chair, and then, under the disbelieving gazes of the enemies, I walked to the side of the boy and took an attacking stance.

"You talk a lot of nonsense, Shimura."

I think my expression must be ugly now, at least my face is definitely completely pale.But in any case, it's not a bad thing that I still have the ability to move, but I don't know how well my legs can recover after successfully escaping.

It is estimated that I will have to practice boxing well in the future.

"I'm really sorry for stepping on other people's corpses to survive..." I gasped and stood firm, "But as you can see, surviving by stepping on other people's corpses proves that my desire to survive is quite strong. In other words, I don't intend to die here at all!"

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Hello everyone I'm back...

I felt a little confused after being drunk with two bottles of wine by my colleagues, so I wrote these two thousand words for more than an hour

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