Personalized eraser, destroy the world[Comprehensive]

"Hey! Let's wait and see, audience!!" The figure of Bryant Mac suddenly appeared on the screen, and then the entire audience cheered.

The Hero Sports Festival has officially begun!

The cheers from the auditorium made Mike more excited, and the faster explanation made the atmosphere of the whole sports festival explode.

After finishing his opening remarks, Mike let out a breath and pulled the earphones around his mouth aside, then turned his head after noticing Aizawa Shouta who had been silent all the time.

"Hey! Eraser Head! You don't look in a good mood!"

At this time, Aizawa Shouta had a bandage on his face, and he was quietly sitting on the vice-chairman's seat.

Although Mike guessed that it might be because of these bandages that made him look worse than before, he couldn't ignore the black air around him, okay...

Mike, who secretly wiped off his cold sweat, was very glad that he didn't need personality to host.

If Aizawa's personality suddenly went berserk and his personality was eliminated suddenly, which affected the sports festival, the principal would definitely kill him.

He trembled all over when he thought of the cute and horrible Headmaster Nezu, okay?

"It's okay." Aizawa Shouta said.

Aizawa Yutao slowly turned his head and glanced at Mike to answer his words, but the black air around him became more intense.

You don't seem to be doing well at all, hey!

"Ahaha... By the way, your Ban Xiangliang is not here?" Mike asked.

"Well, I'm on leave." Aizawa Yuta stared at the other people on the sports festival field in front of him and said calmly.

After hearing it, Mike understood, and then pulled the headset back, and said the last off-topic sentence.

"If it's that guy, it will definitely cause a sensation in the audience." Mike said unintentionally.

Aizawa Shouta gradually lost his mind, and his face darkened again.

The little black house at this time——

Sagara swallowed the small octopus balls in his mouth, and gestured again to the dead man in front of him.

"Why do I have to feed you!" Shigaraki glared at Sagara.

"Then you can put me down." Sagara said.

"Why don't you starve to death!" Sigangmu Diao ruthlessly inserted the stick in his hand into the small octopus balls, wishing to destroy them all.

"Can't you be gentle!" This is Sagara who saw Maruko Octopus almost being destroyed by violence.

"Shut up!" followed by the abused Takoyaki again.

It has been several days since Shikura Kiyo kidnapped Sagara, and apart from the fact that Shikura Muhang came over from time to time to brainwash him into joining the enemy alliance, nothing happened.

"Is your enemy alliance idle?" Sagara, who was chewing something, was a little slurred, but Shikuragi could still understand what he was saying.

"You will enter the enemy's alliance." Shigaraki stared at Sagara, and a trace of gloom slowly appeared on his delicate face.

"Tch, that's really idle." Sagara said.

Hei Wu beside him was sweating profusely silently. At this moment, Mother Wu wanted to express that he couldn't keep up with the brain circuits of these two little devils. Hey, hey!

Sagara stayed in this place for the past few days and couldn't figure out the day and night at all. In short, when he was hungry, he would eat and sleep when he was sleepy. From time to time, he listened to the brainwashing of the dead handle wood hanging like a pyramid sale, but it was very leisurely.

"Hey, brat, why are you going to Xiongying?" Shigaraki asked, then threw the empty box of octopus balls on the ground, and quietly looked at Sagara in front of him.

"Yo, this is the first time you Shigaraki-sama spoke so calmly." Said Sagara.

"Don't be weird!" I don't know you that well!

"You have no right to say that other people are yin and yang." Sagara said.

Dead handle wooden hanging: "..."

Suddenly there was a whistle from the police outside, and then a few rustling footsteps slowly moved away. Sagara looked at the only small window and became dazed, and then replied after a while.

"I went to Xiongying probably because I was bored." Sagara said.

"Huh?" Sigang Muhang didn't expect him to reply to the question just asked.

Originally, Sigang Mudiao thought that this guy would be like those heroic Ou Chu, who would say how powerful All Might is, or become the number one hero in the world, or more extreme, or defeat someone or something, Didn't expect it to be the answer.

Bored to be a hero?That's really boring.

Indeed for Sagara, if there is anything that beats someone or something, it has to be Aita.

But what's the point of defeating? Those things in memory will always exist. If there is something he wants to know more, it is his father.

Who on earth is his father... that makes Aita hate him so deeply.

Sagara's refusal to accept Aita's things is only because of Aita's silent abandonment, and what he hates is Aita's ruthlessness, not her harm.

Sagara Meng, who maintains himself as extremely bad, actually understands his own life better than anyone else.

Sagara said fiercely: "Sigan Muhang, do you know what death is like?"

"It's not watching family members or friends die, but my own, the feeling of death that goes deep into my heart and lungs."

Sagara looked at Sigang Mudiao quietly, the depth in his eyes seemed to swallow him whole.

That cold death.

Sigang Muhang didn't answer his question, and he couldn't answer it either.

Only the dead can understand what death is like.

"I've died twice." Sagara looked at Nekuragi and smiled, as if he was talking about something he should be proud of

Shigang Muhang sat in front of the bar, staring at the computer that was broadcasting live in front of him.

"Sigangmuhang, aren't you going over there today?" Hei Wu said.

Ever since Sigangmuhang caught that kid back, he has been going there every day, whether it is daytime or midnight, as long as he suddenly thinks about it, he will definitely stay there until dawn again.

"The teacher asked me to watch the sports festival." Sigang Mudiao said quietly, his whole body seemed to reveal a breath of resentment.

Kurogi looked at Shigaraki who obviously didn't want to go to Sagara's place in front of him.

The obvious rejection on your face has already given away your thoughts, okay!

Shigaraki looked at Katsuki Bakugo, who was standing on the stage and swearing the oath, in the computer, and thought of Takeshi Sagara who was tied up in the small dark room again in his mind.

—Do you know what death is like?

—I died twice.

Sagara's voice seemed to be still echoing in the ears of Shikuraki, who clenched his fists tightly and slammed it on the table.

"That nasty little brat!" Sigang Muhang thought that no one could overcome the fear of death, so he would threaten all kinds of people with his personality every time.

But that kid made him feel an insurmountable feeling, that kind of eyes, which Sigangmuhang had only seen in the eyes of dead people.

The dead handle wooden hanging was attached to his neck, and the uncontrollable scratching made him even crazier.

"Who does he think he is!"