Xiongying High School.

It was the dream of countless young people. At the same time, its hero course was also very popular throughout Japan.

Although in recent years, this national high school's hero course had gradually reduced the requirements for personality, stating that anyone who had the ability to pass the exam could enter.

However, it was obvious that under the strong competitive pressure and high elimination rate, the probability of [Weak Personality] and [Non-Personality] passing the exam was almost zero.

[Almost]

Green Valley Chujiu was such a young man with no personality. In order to get into the Heroic Academy and become the lucky one with an extremely low probability, he kept working hard.

"Did Ormet see yesterday's news?"

The green-haired boy was training by cleaning up the trash on the beach. He said to the person next to him, who looked like an upright skeleton, "I heard that … a young man single-handedly dealt with a crisis that could threaten half of the city!"

"You mean that … I know, yesterday, because I was chasing the robbers on the other side, when I arrived at the scene, it was already over …"

"Huh?!

Did Ormet see the young man in person? "

The green-haired boy put the abandoned TV on the truck and turned his head to ask the person behind him, "Is he particularly strong?

Or does he have a super strong personality? "

"I'm not sure … At that time, the young man seemed to have been sent to the hospital for his wounds to be bandaged … His arm was severely burned, and his ankle was pierced through …" The skinny young man called Olmet said thoughtfully, "Even if the media is exaggerating, I still have to say that the young man did a good job …"

"If only there were more people like that young man in the world, full of a sense of justice —" The skinny young man sighed. As his voice trailed off, his body expanded inharmoniously, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into the strong [Symbol of Peace] Ormet.

Ormet patted Midoriya Idehisa energetically and said with a smile, "Idehisa Boy, you have to work hard too!"

"Yes!

Ormet! "

"Then I'll take my leave first. After all, similar incidents may happen again." Ormet showed his signature smile again. "Protecting ordinary people from threats is the mission of a hero!"

"Sigh … Ohlmet …" Green Valley's words were still lingering in his mouth, but the figure of [First Hero] had already disappeared. "Ohlmet … is really … busy …" Green Valley's voice trailed off.

"…"

"I also want to do my best!

There are only ten days left! "

Midoriya Idehisa, who had regained his energy in an instant, tied the rope that was used to drag the trash around his body and mumbled to himself, "Could that young man be a student of Xiongying? Sure enough, I'm still far behind. I need to work harder!

Only then can I become a hero like Ormet! "

If he were to stop at the entrance exam, he would be able to pass it …

What a waste of Ormet's good intentions!

Even though he was born with no personality.

Even if others deny it.

I still have to fight for that dream!!!

"That's amazing —"

"… So … So this is your training method?"

The syllable became clear before the last word fell. From the pile of trash next to Idehisa, a blond boy with a cane walked out.

Even though the young man's arm and left calf were wrapped in bandages, the bandages didn't make him look dispirited. Instead, they accentuated his youthful aura.

Seeing Idehisa's gaze, the boy raised the corner of his mouth and showed a friendly smile. He explained seriously, "I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your declaration … I was just thinking —"

"To be able to selflessly move the waste for everyone, he must be a veteran hero!"

"I didn't expect it to be someone of the same age, haha."

The blue-eyed young man scratched his slightly messy blonde hair with his right hand in embarrassment. He wore a clean white shirt and stood under the sun. He smiled brightly and warmly as he extended his left hand to Midoriya Suguru.

"Hello, I'm Yoshihide Yagi, nice to meet you!"

Holding the other person's left hand that was also covered in thick calluses, Midoriya Toku smiled awkwardly and scratched his green hair, which was also a little messy.

"I accidentally said it out loud … I'm very sorry … Hello!

I'm Midoriya Idehisa, nice to meet you! "

*

AM

4: 30

The boy turned off the still roaring alarm clock. He supported his body with his left hand and sat up on the bed with his messy blonde hair.

He looked around with a pair of dazed eyes, as if trying to figure out where he was … About ten minutes later, Liang Ying jumped to the wardrobe with one leg and started to look for the clothes he was going to wear today.

"I was wearing combat gear to prevent enemy attacks … Ah …" Ryōei yawned and pulled out a pure white shirt from a pile of Ormet -themed clothes. "But it broke yesterday, and I had to call —"

The boy's voice stopped abruptly, and his brain was completely awake. He looked at the bandage on his right hand and sighed. "If I tell Paper-cut Uncle, my mother will know … She will be worried again … Looks like I have to fix it myself …"

"Sigh … I have to take a shower …" Ryōei picked up the clothes he was about to change into and walked to the two-meter-high stairs with the help of the crutches in front of the bedroom. "So, the downside of having a big house is fully manifested …"

He struggled to find the bathroom and quickly dried his body. Adding on the time it took to change the dressing on the burned area, when Ryōei left the house, the alarm clock had already rung for an hour.

"Let's take a walk and rest at the seaside park today …" After locking the door, Ryōei helplessly muttered to himself, "I can only hitch a ride since I'm injured … and I can't even swim …"

The area where the villa was located did not have a lot of traffic, and at this time, many people had not started their busy day, so Liang Ying had to jog for a while before she could see an empty car that could carry people.

Perhaps because of the same reason, there was no traffic on the road. In less than twenty minutes, Ryōei arrived at the seaside park.

At this time, dawn had just arrived. The sun slowly rose from the edge of the sea, leaving a sparkling reflection on the surface of the water … It was close to April, and the sea breeze brought some warmth. It was so comfortable that people wanted to lie down on the sandy beach and rest for a while, and then enter the beautiful land of dreams for a while.

He closed his eyes. When the sea breeze blew, the blonde hair on his forehead danced in the wind, following the path of the waves. Due to the heat brought by the morning jog, Liang Ying unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on his outer shirt. He held his walking stick and slowly walked along the seaside …

In fact, in this rare quiet time, the boy's brain not only did not relax, but he also thought about many things — about the present, about the future, about the past.

And about … Who is he?

Is it [Ryōei Yōshō] or [Yoshihide Yagi]?

If [Ryōei Yōshō] represented the past that he and his mother worked hard to be denied by others in order to get rid of [Impersonality], [Yoshihide Yagi] represented the bright present and future that would be parallel to his father [Ormet].

Give up the path that he and his mother walked out of, and let them forget everything that his mother had done?

Attribute their current excellence to the strength that his father "showed" in the outside world?

Please, this is not a good choice …

However, his mother had already given him the answer to [Reconstruct] … If he obtained his father's surname, even if it couldn't be announced, those who were close to Olmet and had connections in the hero circle would definitely notice it.

In an instant, once he encountered difficulties, even if he was in a desperate situation, the connections from [Father] would become his helper —

Ryōei paused his footsteps and looked at the waves beside his feet. The white waves were constantly rising and falling like his thoughts.

— Sometimes, I really hate thinking like my mother … Think on the bright side, what if I'm just overthinking?

What if my mother really doesn't want me to carry the name of an illegitimate child, and she doesn't distrust Ormet?

And … the most important thing now is to get first place in the entrance exam, right?

Ha … The only thing I can be sure of is that [Ryōei Yōshō] and [Yoshihide Yagi] both have a common goal.

To become a hero like his father —

Rolling up his trousers and putting both his legs into the water, Ryōei looked at the mayflies on the surface of the water and smiled in relief.

Once I get first place in the Xiongying entrance exam, I'll ask my mother about it …

For the time being, I'll [arrogantly] use the surname [Ormet] …

He patted his cheeks with water to cool down his skin that was warm from the sun. Ryōei was about to lie down on the beach and rest for a while when his left hand touched something …

A radio???

*

After walking for less than twenty meters, the transparent and clear sea and soft beach were replaced by all kinds of garbage and waste.

The salty and fresh sea breeze was also contaminated with the stench of metal. The blond boy thought for a while and shook his head. He looked around with the help of his walking stick and found an abandoned plastic bag that was big enough. He bent down and patiently picked up the garbage.

"Some of them can still be used …" The young man, who had learned science and technology from a young age, looked at the [Obsolete] tape player in his hand and sighed. "And they just threw the metal directly to the beach without any treatment …"

He removed the parts that could still be used from the so-called waste and carefully put them into another bag. While thinking about how to improve the portable combat suit, Ryōei walked to the place where the waste gathered to find a new, empty bag.

In the end … he accidentally heard the shouting of a boy in a school uniform …

"… Um … I'm actually a little curious … If it's convenient, can you tell me, Idehisa?"

Putting the walking stick in his hand aside, Ryōei stood up straight and looked at the green-haired boy in front of him.