"He fell from a height of 60 meters, and before he landed, Iida-kun and I punched and kicked him …"

Midaya Dehisa carefully reached out to check the breathing of the motionless body in front of him, and then sighed in relief. "Seems like he's not dead yet."

"… That's just too lucky."

Even Setsuna didn't know what kind of expression to show. When she threw Stein from a height of 60 meters, she really wanted to kill him. In the face of such a powerful villain, if she didn't seize the opportunity, who knew what strange changes would happen on the battlefield next?

But now that everything was set in stone, looking at Stein, who was "still alive", she felt an incredible sense of relief. Perhaps she didn't want to kill someone with her own hands after all. When she recalled the realization just now, she felt like she wasn't herself at that moment.

There was a moment of silence, and only the panting of the crowd could be heard. Iida and Setsuna had different expressions on their faces, and the silence continued to spread in this deserted alley. In the end, it was Midaya who suggested that the knives be confiscated, and the subdued villain be tied up and handed over to the professional heroes outside. That was the end of this thrilling night.

The next day, Baosu General Hospital.

Although she became Stein's main target in the second half of the battle, thanks to her teleportation, Setsuna actually suffered very few injuries. After staying in the hospital for observation for a night, she was told that she could be discharged the next day.

The punishment for using the character brawl without permission was mainly focused on the supervisors — Midaya Dehisa's designee, Grantrino, Tenya Iida's designee, Operation Manual, and Senzaki Setsuna and Bombardment Scorch's designee, Andwar.

Note: the last person would receive double the punishment.

"I have no objection to that," Bombardment Scorch said.

"… Hahaha …"

Not to mention Midaya Dehisa, even Setsuna, who came to visit the three seriously injured people after being discharged from the hospital, facepalmed. "Well … Jiao Dongjun and Mr. Andwar can't get along. I know that." She put down her hand. "Let's not talk about this. How are the three of you?"

Hearing this, Midori nodded: "Although it's not as fast as Qianqi-san, it's only a matter of two or three days before leaving the hospital … Ah, but Iida-kun's left hand …"

He looked at Iida on the other bed hesitantly, as if he felt that he shouldn't be the one to speak. Fortunately, Iida took the initiative to continue the conversation. "There should be sequelae in the left hand."

Cha Na was startled, but he quickly reacted.

"Could it be the saber strike that you blocked for me?"

"It has nothing to do with Chisaki classmate."

The roaring class leader from last night was like a flash in the pan. Today, Iida had already changed back to her usual steady expression. "If you want to get to the bottom of it, it's because I'm not mature enough that I dragged everyone down.

Although I'm still angry at that guy for ruining my brother's career, he's right about one thing. "

He lowered his head and stared at his bandaged hand for a while before continuing to speak.

"I'm still too naive. I'm far from being able to stand shoulder to shoulder with the three of you.

So before I become a true hero, I don't plan to heal this arm. "

It was a rash decision made by a teenager.

(But, it was very handsome.)

Setsuna pursed her lips. For the first time, she seriously looked at the class leader who could only be regarded as a friend since school started. Then she spoke.

"Iida-kun, I once lost someone very close to me because I was involved in the struggle between heroes and villains."

The moment she spoke, she was somewhat uncomfortable. After all, she never took the initiative to talk about this matter. But she still continued, "Although at that time … Well, like Stein said, if the 'true hero' teacher Ormet didn't arrive, something even more incredible might have happened. But at the same time, if it weren't for the so-called 'ordinary heroes', 'heroes who run around the world for fame and fortune', and 'heroes who put their own selfish desires first', I might not have been able to hold on until the moment when I saw the 'true hero'."

"No matter what the motive is, no matter what the flaw is, a hero is a hero."

"Let's not talk about Midaya Kun or Jiao Dongjun, but I can personally make this judgment."

As she spoke, she met the eyes of the overly precocious class leader.

"So, please straighten your chest."

The early morning light shone through the neat glass window and quietly sprinkled in the small ward. The air in the room was unexpectedly warm.

(Obviously, he had just experienced such an incident … As expected, Qian Qi classmate is very persuasive.)

Midaya Dehisa, who thought so in this peaceful atmosphere, looked up at the girl standing in the middle of the room with a smile. Her clear voice seemed to still echo in the room. Then he suddenly noticed a certain word.

It was a certain phrase that he had already realized since yesterday.

(Should I say, as expected of Chisaki?

Except for Xiaosheng, she can get along well with everyone.)

He said so with a mixed feeling of admiration and emotion.

"By the way, Chisaki has started to call Bang King by his name."

"…"

(Ugh.)

Setsuna slowly turned around and looked at the green-haired boy on the hospital bed who was smiling with a holy light in the background. She only felt that the distant knell was ringing in the distance. She suddenly had the illusion that she had made a bad friend by mistake.

…

…

…

Half an hour later, Setsuna finally managed to explain what it meant to be a habit driven by the pressure of a senior and the principle of "three days of helping you develop a good habit". Midaya Dehisa, who realized that his imagination was wrong, was so embarrassed that he wanted to jump out of the window. So Setsuna spent another ten minutes trying to calm him down to prevent the hospital murder from happening. After all, even the hero killer Stein killed Sunyoung by jumping off a building in the hospital was really a bad reputation.

However, the awkward atmosphere would not disappear with the wind. After Setsuna confirmed that someone would not jump off a building at any time, or even if he did, there would be two people who could pull him back, she hurriedly left the ward and rushed back to the workplace as fast as she could. She only had a week to begin with, so she could not afford to waste any time. Who knew that there would be several Steins in her future career path?

Surprisingly, when she returned to the firm, she did not receive too much criticism. She did not know whether it was because the second hero did not care to be calculative with a junior, or because the fact that Bombardment Scorch was guilty of the same crime had restrained his anger. The firm's attitude towards this sudden incident was calm.

But when she thought about it carefully, considering the number of cases that Andwar's firm solved every year, the Stein incident probably did not rank very high. Many of the seniors only expressed their concern for the girl who fought without guidance for the first time before returning to their work.

In contrast, the indiscriminate bombardment from the class chat room was not on the same level. Fortunately, Iida, who was upright and serious, and Midaya, who was particularly easy to talk to, were there to answer questions. Setsuna followed Bombardment's example and closed her eyes, pretending not to see the group chat. She only replied to her friends' concerns one by one in the small private chat window. But after two days of typing, her fingers almost stopped working. When she looked at Bombardment, who had returned to the team the next day, she felt particularly annoyed.

"Is it because compared to Jiao Dongjun, I look particularly vulnerable …?"

When they walked back to the dormitory after dinner, she finally could not help but complain.

Bombardment was drinking a drink. When he heard her, he tilted his head and thought for a moment. "… Actually, when you were in class, you were injured quite often. You also had to go to the infirmary after two sports festivals."

"… Hmm."

Unable to deny it, Setsuna covered her face with both hands. "There's still a long way to go before I can become a hero that can be trusted …"

Perhaps it was a word in this sentence that triggered an association. Bombardment suddenly fell silent. It was not until he finished the drink in his hand that he said hesitantly, "You said before that 'no matter what the motive, no matter what the flaw, a hero is a hero', right?"

"Is that …?"

Hearing this reply, he was silent for a moment before asking again.

"Even if you're scum, you're still a hero?"

Setsuna glanced at him from the corner of her eye. Bombardment Scorch did not explicitly say who he was referring to, but with such a clear attitude, there were not many heroes that he could openly call scum.

Or rather, as far as she knew, there was only one.

"— Yes."

She was so sure.

"As long as you're human, there will be flaws.

The person you said is scum. Bombardment King, who bullied Midaya Kun in middle school, is also scum. I, who stood by and did not say a word, is even scum. But for the time being, we're all heroic volunteers. After all, in this world … "

She stopped in front of her door, turned her head to face him, and bloomed a bright smile that did not match the words that came out of her mouth at all.

"— No one is not a scum."

The voice was so firm, as if it had traveled through hundreds of millions of light years, just to fall in his ears at this moment.

Bombardment Scorch looked at her smiling face with an incredible look, as if she was a rare creature in the world, but the smile was so light that even the bystanders felt relaxed.

"You really …"

In the end, he could not help but soften his eyebrows.

"… It's very strange."

He said.

"Then I'm really sorry."

She smiled, without a trace of apology, turned around and pushed open the door of the dormitory. "Good night, [Bang King]."

The moment the door closed, the boy's voice came through a thin layer of wood, as if it was an ordinary farewell, but also as if it was the start of something that had been waiting for a long time.