The lights flickered, and for a second, his vision was taken away by the light. When Ormet saw the young man again, he still had a decent smile on his face and looked very relaxed.

"It's really late … Haha, but before Ormet leaves, can I ask you something?"

Ryōei smiled and looked at the tall and strong [Symbol of Peace] with his blue eyes that were full of admiration and sadness. "Can you tell me … As a [Personality], is it possible for me to win first place in Xiongying?"

It was a very similar question, but the young man in front of him was more specific and ambitious. If he had not met Midoriya Idehisa in the past, [Ormet] might have given a negative answer, but now …

"Of course you can!"

Ormet patted the young man's shoulder and stared at his slightly different blue eyes seriously. He encouraged him, "Don't worry and do it boldly!

Young man!

You've saved half of the city, you have to be full of confidence in yourself!

And a few days ago, I heard from a [Personality] young man that [Personality] can also rely on his own strength to stand at the top]! "

Knowing that OFA could not be passed down without his own will, and knowing that Senior Yōshō must be a real [Personality], Ormet had expected from the beginning that his child would most likely be a [Personality] as well.

Therefore, when he heard that Yoshihide Yagi relied only on his own strength and Lingshang Group's technological equipment to solve a crisis that affected half of the city, Ormet was very proud.

[Look — this is my son, Ormet, my pride …]

This was what the blond young man had fantasized about, what he would blurt out without hesitation in the future. Now, he had cut it off and became a member of the wastepaper basket …

"Thank you very much for your encouragement, Ormet!"

Feeling that the person mentioned by Ormet was familiar, Ryōei smiled embarrassedly and touched his soft blond hair. He smiled and said, "Haha … I've never had much confidence because I'm a [Personality] … My mother has a [Super Brain], and I heard that my father, who I've never met, is a hero with a strong personality …"

"Ah … Ormet, do you think he left me in disappointment because I didn't inherit my father's personality … Haha …" As he spoke, the young man who had a smile on his face inadvertently revealed a little disappointment in his eyes.

"… It can't be …" Ormet bent his knees and looked at Ryōei as he said seriously, "Believe me … He must have something difficult to say … No one would choose to abandon such an excellent child like Ryōei …"

"… Is that so?" Upon hearing Ormet's words, the blond young man curled his lips from the bottom of his heart. He rummaged in the side pocket of his clothes for a while and took out an Ormet themed notebook and a pure black pen before handing them to Ormet.

"Ah … Can you ask Ormet to write on this notebook 'Please don't abandon this child, even if he didn't inherit your personality'?

Could I trouble you to sign your name again?

When you see him in the future, you can give him this advice with Ormet's name. Even if he doesn't have anything difficult to say, he might still stay for me and my mother … "Ryōei stared at the man who was a head taller than him and had the same roots as him. He smiled calmly and said,

"Haha … After all, no one can resist Ormet's charm … If there's really such a day, he can change his mind —"

"Thank you so much!!!"

The soft orange light shone from the ceiling, and it stuck to Ryōei's facial features like a veil. The soft blond hair that drooped softly beside his cheeks dyed his clear blue eyes with a hint of warmth.

Even though he was wearing a loose hoodie, one could still catch a glimpse of the young man's body that was full of strength. His height, which was the tallest among his peers, made him look more mature and steady. His innately well-educated manner of speech was also easily reflected in his conversation.

He must have been taught well.

Senior Sister must also be living well with him.

I must be just an extra.

I can't be a part of this.

Humans will feel bad …

Memories of his past flashed across Ormet's deeply embedded pupils. Then, he lowered his head, maintained the smile on his face, and unconsciously wrote that sentence according to the young man's request. At the same time, he also signed his hero's name.

"… Thank you." Ryōei received the notebook. His knuckles were pale because he used too much force, especially on his burned right hand. The white part that was exposed on the ferocious red skin looked even more prominent and disharmonious. "Ha … I'm very sorry for making you waste more time to answer a useless question … Let me send you out. After all, it's still raining outside, and the layout here is a little messy …"

"Then I'll have to trouble you, young man!"

"Haha, it's okay …"

It's okay.

Closing her eyes, she turned around and picked up two different umbrellas that she had kept in the closet in the living room. She handed the one that she liked the best, and the one that was also of the best quality to Olmet. The two of them went down the stairs and went back the way they came.

The scattered light under the curtain of rain was like the young man's mood, flickering and disappearing without a trace. Walking with his idol on the wet path did not arouse his desire to speak again. Ryōei just looked at the dark night sky and led the way alone …

What is a father?

The young man used to place this word in the same position as idol and goal, and he worked hard in this direction. To him, there was no difference between these three words. They were just the accurate representation of dreams.

Then … when did it start to change?

It was when he met Midoriya Idehisa …

Although the easy-going teachers and idols would also thoughtfully come up with their own training plans, only the [Father] would accompany the [Child], giving him constant encouragement and setting an example for him.

At that time, the young man did feel touched in his heart, but the strange and strange emotion was just the excitement and thrill of meeting his idol.

But after seeing the [father] in person, this strange emotion kept growing like weeds, clenching his heart tightly like a vine …

So it was jealousy.

He was jealous …

He wanted to get Ormet's acknowledgment …

He wanted to be like Midoriya Idehisa and get his guidance and company …

He was jealous of [Midoriya Idehisa] …

Madly, crazily, recklessly …

Jealousy.

…

Yoshihide Yagi was very smart. He could infer the answers he wanted from the little things in the world. Because of this, he could understand himself from everything.

He pretended to be jealous and calm.

He would accept jealousy calmly, but jealousy was sentimental.

Jealousy was connected to the six desires.

So, jealousy said, "Calm, it's [Emotionless]."

…

His desire to humble himself was pierced with a thousand holes in his cold reply and conscious evasion.

He even used the self-forbidden language to test, but what he got was more, colder answers …

The young man was exhausted.

"We're here!"

After sending Ormet to the entrance of the community, Ryōei held an umbrella and waved to the [Symbol of Peace] in a friendly manner. "Please be careful on the road. Goodbye, Ormet —"

Olmat looked at the young man who was smiling and waving his right arm with all his might, and returned an even more dazzling smile. Glancing at his arm that was leaking gas under the curtain of rain, he realized that he did not have much time left here.

"Young man!

Do your best!!! "

"Yes!!!!

Ormet, you also have to do your best! "

Ryōei replied energetically and retracted his right hand that was soaked in the rain. He knew that this might be the last and best opportunity for them to be honest …

Go home.

Turning around, he returned to the road to the house. Ryōei looked around at the unchanging rain, but he gradually stopped.

The lights illuminated the surrounding rain into a colorful scene, like an oil painting that had been washed away by the rain, causing the beautiful scene to gradually melt in the merciless rain, like flowers blooming and withering. There was a beautiful beginning, but it ended up in an extremely desolate state …

"No!"

The shocking spring thunder fell to the ground. The young man's eyes widened, and his cold and stiff feet subconsciously staggered in the rain … He realized that it shouldn't be like this … No —

He was the child of Ormet, the child of the symbol of peace, the child of his father …

He had the right to confess to him, the right to be recognized and accompanied by him, the right to hold his arm … Everything had been pushed in front of him when he was given the surname Yagi —

He was Yoshihide Yagi!

He was Toshinori Yagi, the only child of Ormet!

Everything, everything that he longed for, everything that he deserved —

The blonde boy couldn't care less about blocking the rain. He swung his arms and limped as he sprinted in the blurry rain.

He didn't need skills, he didn't need to think about the next step, he only had one simple and straightforward thought …

Catch up to Ormet!

The rain washed the surface of the street, the sound of shoes sliding through the rain was like a torrent. They were being carried forward by the fast running feet, breaking through all obstacles —

Even if the heavy rain blurred his vision, even if he was blocked by the unhealed injury, even if he might be persuaded to go back, he must …

He must catch up to him.

"Ormet!"

Seeing a figure walking slowly with an umbrella not far away, the blonde young man, who was running on the street in a sorry state due to the spring rain, mustered his strength again and again and shouted at the back of the strong figure,

"Oh —"

I

"Orr —"

I think …

"Matt … cough, cough …"

I want to say …

"Ormet!

Please wait! "

Not -- I want to say --

"Father! Ahhhhh!"

The roar that came from his heart penetrated through everything. His hands were waving wildly in the rain, completely ignoring his wet blonde hair that was scattered on his face. Yoshihide Yagi's tears mixed with the dry rainwater flowed into his mouth. He spat them out in his next roar.

"Please wait aahhhhh!!!!"

"I can do without the flashing lights —"

"I can also do without the connections that you represent —"

"I … Ha …" Finally grabbing the arm of Halt, under the protection of the umbrella, the blonde young man rubbed the rainwater mixed with tears on his face while panting heavily. He looked at the face with thin cheeks and sunken eyes. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he chose to raise the corner of his mouth and revealed a relaxed, childish smile that he only showed in front of "family".

"Ah … I actually want to be more greedy …"

"I want to inherit your family name …"

"I want to have your company …"

"I want to stand behind you …"

"I want to be a gentle and powerful hero like you —"

"Dad …" Tears welled up again, but the teenager still had that somewhat cheeky smile on his face. He slyly hugged his father who had never guided him as he grew up … No, who had always guided him as he grew up. He said sincerely, "Dad,