"Go to another school, didn't I say that before?!"

“！！

No, that … I don't mean to compete with Xiaosheng.

It's just, that … should I say it's a childhood goal or … I have to give it a try … "

"What do you mean by give it a try? Do you think this is a memorial exam?!!!"

A voice full of anger smashed into the back of the classroom along with the tables and chairs that were knocked over. The classroom that was still discussing the voluntary school was instantly covered with a layer of anxious atmosphere.

The heckling of some busybodies caused the scene to become more and more intense. The teacher on the podium shook his head, but he didn't intend to say anything to stop them. Even he probably understood that just by relying on his small title as a teacher, it was impossible to stop this group of hot-blooded youths.

What's more, this scene had been common in this class for three years.

"Ha … it's starting again."

The friend sitting in the front row sighed and turned his head away. He did not even bother to look at the messy corner. "Hey, Cha Na, can you lend me your homework for the next class to check your answers?"

"Huh?"

Suddenly being called out, Qian Qi was stunned for a moment before coming back to his senses. He answered softly as he lowered his head and rummaged through the desk.

"Actually, it's good to let Midaya Kun take the exam. She's too pitiful."

Her friend rested her cheek on one hand and commented casually, "The Sunyoung enrollment rate is so low. It's impossible for someone without personality to pass the exam.

I don't know why Tyrant Bomb is so worried. "

"… You're right."

Setsuna agreed in a low voice, but she could not help but think of another question.

(That's not the problem.)

"Which school did Setsuna apply to?

If you don't hurry up, the deadline is coming. "

After a few words, he lost interest in the other side. His friend excitedly changed the topic. "Well, you don't have to worry about it. Space travel is really convenient. Several high schools have contacted you, right?"

"… Yeah."

After all, she was very versatile. She received all kinds of invitations. She took out her homework from the inside of her desk and could not help but look at the blank questionnaire.

[In the corner of the classroom, there is a small but heavy malice. It is still happening.]

She forced herself to ignore the heated discussion in the corner and smiled at her friend who had been waiting for a long time.

"Found it, it's this."

Her tone was slow and her movements were gentle. The moment she passed the homework to her friend, she clearly heard her own silent mockery from the bottom of her heart.

(You don't even dare to intervene in the injustice happening in front of you. You want to be a hero?)

…

…

…

[Please stop.]

[It's your freedom to decide which school to apply to, right?]

[Please don't impose your feelings on others.]

"… Can't I just say it out loud?"

Even when the bell rang to signal the end of the school day, she still couldn't help but replay something that happened in class over and over again in her mind. In an instant, she muttered to herself, throwing the words that she had been holding back all day into the air. She couldn't help but feel annoyed at herself for being so useless.

"Even if I say it now, it's useless. Am I an idiot?"

She shook her head in annoyance and jumped down from the top of the teaching building. After a few teleportations, she crossed the road and finally stopped on the rooftop of the department store.

The free fall and the sound of the wind in her ears somewhat alleviated some of her unwillingness. It was as if she had temporarily thrown those annoying memories to the back of her mind. She took a few deep breaths and opened her eyes to look at the picture spread out under her feet.

Looking down from a high place would never change because of one's emotions. This orderliness would sometimes make one numb and give up resistance, but it was also surprisingly calming. After all, no matter how bad one's life was, there was always one thing that remained the same … Huh?

Noticing a trace of disharmony in the usually calm scene, Setsuna blinked.

In front of her — about a street away — should be a pedestrian street with scattered shops nearby. It would always be filled with groups of students after school. However, at this moment, it was surrounded by a group of professional heroes. In the middle of the encirclement, there was a mud-like villain and an obviously held hostage. Even an unrelated passerby could quickly figure out what was going on.

Setsuna thought for a moment about whether to join in the fun or not, but before she made up her mind, she caught something in her peripheral vision.

[Is that … Midaya Kun?]

She narrowed her eyes to confirm. That's right, the iconic green messy hair was too recognizable. Even if it was more than thirty meters away, she could still see it clearly.

Outside the crowd was her classmate, Midaya Dehisa, who occupied the center of her thoughts just now. In fact, she wasn't very familiar with him. After three years, the only impression she had of him was that he was a hero chef with no personality. In addition, he had an extremely tense relationship with Takeshi, who was also in the same class as her. He was only one step away from school violence.

It was an extremely superficial feeling. If she had to say anything else, it would be her own little thoughts.

[[You don't even have the courage to stop the school violence in front of you. I can't believe I still want to be a hero.]

In contrast, this hero chef who was rumored to follow the professional heroes closely every time they fought and still decided to apply for Sunyoung despite having no personality was much more active.

When she thought of this, she remembered the blank application form in her backpack. Setsuna closed her eyes and tried to suppress the anxiety that had just emerged. It was to be expected. The deadline for Sunyoung's application was getting closer and closer. Even if she did nothing, time would pass quickly. If she continued to hesitate, she might regret it for the rest of her life.

But was she not hesitating anymore?

The consideration of her future, the worry of whether she could pass, the high dropout rate every year, and the confidence to start all over again if she was expelled?

Even if she successfully graduated, would she have the courage to face the real battlefield if she didn't even dare to stop her classmates?

Was she able to make up her mind?

[Why was she so determined?]

This question suddenly reflected in her mind, as if it had been lurking for a long time. It was smooth and clear, so clear that it couldn't be erased.

He clearly had no personality.

He clearly wasn't strong.

Clearly, no one had ever taken his goal seriously.

A voice stirred in her heart.

[Go and ask.]

[Go and ask.]

She answered the voice almost subconsciously. When she came back to her senses, she had already jumped down from the five-story building. It was impossible for there to be any error in space movement within a distance of less than 50 meters. She stood at the corner of the street, only a hand's distance away from the person she wanted to talk to.

[Midaya Kun.]

[I have a little question. I want to ask you.]

Her lips opened and closed a few times, and she finally raised her hand.

"[Xiaosheng!!!!]

The young man's voice was full of explosive power. Even if her thoughts were complicated, it was impossible to mistake it for her own voice. In an instant, her pupils contracted. The green-haired young man who was standing in front of her a second ago had already crossed the sea of people. Then, her brain processed the two syllables, and her heart suddenly stopped.

[Xiaosheng … Yes.]

She raised her head abruptly, and the center of her line of sight was aimed at the hostage held by Villian. The familiar blonde hair confirmed her guess.

[Takeshi?!!]

.

Hey, Senzaki Setsuna.

[Why was he so determined?]

Was it her classmate?

Was it the titular Tame Ran?

Was it the bullied party who reached out to help the bully in school violence?

Was it the person without personality who was worried about the most aggressive person in the school?

[He didn't even have the courage to stop the school violence in front of him, and I still wanted to be a hero.]

.

As if her blood was roaring, the boiling emotions burned away the remaining rationality, and her heartbeat was soaring uncontrollably. She didn't even know what she was going to do. The bustling crowd in front of her became an obstacle that she had to pass through, and everything in the background was blurred into spots of light. She reached out her hand toward the golden ball in her vision.

[I can touch it!!]

[Dozens of meters away?

How far do I have to move to return to the safety line after touching it?

What's the approximate weight of the bully student?

60kg？

65kg？

Plus my own weight?

Total, total!!!]

She didn't want to hear anything, didn't want to see anything, and left her calm and realistic analysis in place. This wasn't a question of whether she could do it or not.

The moment her skin touched, all the feelings strangely disappeared.

It was as if she was in the fourth grade of primary school when she successfully moved for the first time, as if she was nervous when she secretly brought a friend around the school uniform checkpoint with teleportation, as if she was excited when she heard the teacher's evaluation that she could try to develop in the direction of a hero, as if she was standing one step away from a real battlefield, and experienced fear and despair.

She faintly heard the crowd cheering, but the content wasn't very clear. She faintly sensed that the huge villain in front of her had disappeared, but the reason couldn't be transmitted to her mind. She faintly felt that someone was running toward her from behind, but her body seemed to be pressed down by something heavy, and she didn't have the strength to stand up.

[Like being pressed down by something heavy?]

Her consciousness gradually came back, and she raised her head little by little. The boy who fell on top of her was still in a sorry state after the teleportation. A pair of sharp red eyes burned with an expression she couldn't understand, but the moment she raised her head, it went past her and looked at a figure not far away.

That figure made everything clear.

The number one hero in active service.