Marvel: The Greatest Hero Era

Chapter 291 I feel like there will be a lot of newcomers this time.

“Teacher, I did it…” “You killed them?” “Yes!”

"Very good, well done."

"But will I really not be discovered? The school has already called the police, and they're coming to find me soon." "Don't worry, stay calm. You don't know anything, understand?" "...Okay, I understand."

At the stairwell, Hiroto Sakurai, having hung up the phone, took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

After calming down considerably, Hiroto Sakurai got up to face the police's questioning.

At first, he was a little uneasy and nervous, but gradually, he answered each question asked by the police.

Ultimately, the police asked for Hiroto Sakurai's contact information and then let him go.

After dealing with the troublesome police, Hiroto Sakurai returned home after class in the afternoon and slumped onto his computer desk.

He closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind, but the murder at school left him with a lingering resentment that he couldn't let go of.

Even though he knew he was killing scumbags, Hiroto Sakurai, a high school student who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, was clearly not mature enough to tell himself that killing was the right thing to do.

It's said that only children can distinguish right from wrong and good from evil, while adults only care about their own interests.

That's right, Hiroto Sakurai is currently in this stage of growth and transformation.

He desperately needs someone to help him, or at least someone to listen to his heart.

So, with that in mind, Hiroto Sakurai turned on his computer and contacted the netizen named 'Pork Rib Soup'.

"Could we meet this Sunday? There are some things I'd like to discuss with you in person." "How about we meet in Shinjuku at 2 PM?"

"The person holding Jump magazine outside the shopping mall in front of the station is me." "I'll be waiting for you." After clicking the mouse to send this message, Hiroto Sakurai had no idea that his future was about to change.

Tokyo Station, platform.

The loudspeaker was playing safety guidelines and polite phrases for getting on and off the bus on a loop.

Amid the bustling crowd, a burly, unkempt man, at least two meters tall, emerged from Tokyo Station carrying his luggage.

It was already late autumn, almost the beginning of winter, and people on the street were wearing down jackets or thick coats.

The only striking feature was the burly man's attire. In the chilly autumn wind, he wore a pair of shabby shorts with a tattered long coat, revealing a solid pectoral muscle and perfectly defined, resilient abdominal muscles beneath his open chest.

As he moved, a terrifying aura, like that of an ancient military general, swept over you.

Pedestrians on the road, seeing this, quickly dodged and avoided him at all costs.

In a nearby park, a few idle hooligans were chatting and laughing together.

Upon seeing this, the burly man walked over happily.

With just a few words, he provoked those thugs to start making phone calls for reinforcements.

Before long, twenty or thirty people arrived, all looking menacing. The burly man, seeing this, was very satisfied. He put down his baggage and kicked off his wooden clogs. Then, like a tiger among sheep, he began his unstoppable rampage.

None of the thugs present could withstand a single blow from this burly man.

Even if three or four people attacked together, tightly holding onto the big man's waist, they were still easily sent flying by his Iron Mountain Lean, all of them thrown off.

In just a few short minutes, the small park was filled with corpses, and cries of agony filled the air.

The patrolling police officers nearby were notified and rushed over to check the situation. They were all dumbfounded by what they saw.

I could faintly hear the long siren of an ambulance nearby.

The burly man sitting on the steps of a pedestrian overpass was extremely disappointed with those guys from before.

He had assumed that among so many people, there would be at least one or two capable fighters, but to his surprise, there wasn't a single one.

Pah! How shameful!

Eating the fast food bento he bought from the store, the big man quickly shoveled rice into his mouth, planning to go to various schools in Tokyo after he finished eating so he could have a 'chat' with the delinquents there.

Ten minutes later, at West Deep Point Industrial High School.

In the original work, this is the school that Masaru Kato, the Holy Mother, attended.

On the rooftop, all the delinquent third-grade students had gathered.

(cdeb) They surrounded the big man, each of them looking fearless and taunting him.

"I heard the strongest guy here is called Onizuka Chiaki. Bring that guy over here!"

"Ah! What did you say?!"

"You're asking for death! How dare you call Boss Onizuka by his name right in front of us!"

"Beat him up! Beat him to death!"

"Teach him a lesson! Don't think he can be arrogant just because he's tall!"

"Get out of my way!!"

Just as those delinquents were eager to try their luck and were about to court death, a tall man, 1.9 meters tall, walked aggressively onto the rooftop with his hands in his pockets.

He is the person the Great Man is looking for, now the strongest delinquent at West Deep East Industrial High School, Onizuka Chiaki.

He is also a lightweight professional boxer in the Tokyo boxing scene.

"Get out of my way, all of you! This guy is my prey!"

"Heh, a boxer, huh? Interesting."

"Boxing isn't just fighting. Let me teach you a lesson!"

Confident in his own strength and far more imposing than the giant, Onizuka Chiaki attacked without warning. Unfortunately for him, he greatly underestimated the giant's power.

Even after being hit several times by Chiaki Onizuka, the big man remained unmoved.

Feeling he had let the water out of him enough, the burly man struck Onizuka in the nose with a backhand punch.

At that moment, all the delinquents around heard a crisp cracking sound. Kiga Chiaki, who had been sent flying, lay sprawled on the ground, his nose broken, blood streaming down his throat, causing him to cough and snot to flow.

Like a pitiful wretch, Onizuka Chiaki propped herself up on her elbows and asked with a stubborn and unwilling look in her eyes.

"Who...who are you...?"

"Don't worry about not finding me for revenge. Just remember this, Kaze. Ōzaemon! You'll soon become number one in Japan!"

"Heh, heh heh... Japan number one? Don't make me laugh. You're just a frog in a well. What's it to you if you beat me?"

"Listen up, that Mexican guy who won the world boxing championship is coming to my place today."

"Although he's super lightweight, he's way stronger than me. If you're so capable, go and beat him!"

"Very good! Tell me where he is!"

Feng Daemon opened his eyes wide with delight.

Soon after, Kaze Daizaemon, having obtained the exact location of the boxing champion, left the school without looking back.

He hailed a taxi on the road and told the driver the destination. Seeing the aggressive look on the driver's face, the driver was quite frightened, so he drove very fast and delivered the driver to the destination in the blink of an eye.

After paying and getting out of the car, Kazeda Zaemon happened to run into the Mexican boxing champion, who was walking out surrounded by a crowd. Taking out a prepared autograph board, Kazeda Zaemon approached with a forced smile, pretending to be a fan and asking for an autograph.

The Mexican boxing champion initially signed an autograph for Kazedaizaemon with great enthusiasm.

But to everyone's surprise, the moment Kazedaizaemon got the autograph, he tore it up and scattered the bits on the Mexican boxing champion's head. Then, taking advantage of his short stature, Kazedaizaemon even patted him on the head.

Chapter 292 Izumi Shion: It's not a feeling, it's an absolute!

"A boxing champion is nothing special."

Spitting, Feng Dazaemon disappointedly withdrew his gaze and turned to leave.

Behind him, a group of people were nervously surrounding the Mexican boxing champion who had been knocked unconscious by a powerful shoulder strike.

Walking into the bustling city street, Feng Daemon felt extremely bored.

In the following days, Kaze Daizaemon defeated several more delinquent students from Tokyo schools.

However, the battles, which offered absolutely no challenge, were extremely boring for Kaze Daizaemon.

He longs for a strong opponent to fight him! He craves a battle that will ignite his fighting spirit!

Unfortunately, there are no such people in Tokyo...

"Are you kidding me! Someone like you think you can dominate all the delinquents in school!?"

"You're nowhere near as good as the people from Hakata!!"

Kaze Daizaemon punched the delinquent leader of the private Seiryō High School, and blood was still dripping from his clenched fist.

He grabbed the guy lying on the ground whose nose he had broken and wiped the blood off with his uniform jacket.

"Humph! A bunch of trash!"

The haughty and arrogant Kaze Daizaemon looked down on the delinquents at the school where the protagonist, Kei Kurono, attended in the original work, and then turned and left with a flourish.

After leaving the school, Kaze Daizaemon felt that the level of delinquents in Tokyo schools was really too low.

He wants to go somewhere else to check things out. He heard Shinjuku is nice, so he'll go there this weekend.

Time has come to the weekend.