Black Robe: How can Saiki Kusuo not be considered a superpowered individual?

Cabin in the woods.

After finishing her daily chores, Becca exercised in the yard for a while, took a hot shower, and is now lying on the sofa watching a melodramatic soap opera.

"We have an urgent news briefing for you."

Just as the male and female leads were about to embark on a chase, a tale of mutual pursuit and entanglement, the scene on the screen changed.

"Shit."

Becca cursed, reached for the remote control placed in front of the sofa, and casually glanced at the TV.

"Early this morning, the Philippines officially declared war on the United States. At the same time, this morning, the Philippines' vanguard forces arrived on the west coast."

"Currently, they are attempting a landing on the west coast."

"The controversial Vought International has dispatched the Seven Superheroes to the West Coast to provide support."

"If you want to know more, you can watch Vought's live broadcast."

......

Becca's hand, which was reaching for the remote control, froze in mid-air as she looked at the presenter on the television.

"No, a declaration of war? Live broadcast?"

Has the world really developed to this point?

She blinked, looked at the live stream link that popped up on the TV, and without any hesitation, closed it.

Nonsense, just declare war if you want.

Where your own melodramatic storyline is important.

I don't know what got into the Philippines that made them dare to declare war on the United States.

Presumably, with the arrival of the Seven Superheroes, this farce will soon come to an end.

Inside the bedroom.

Qi Mu and Nanzi sat at the computer desk.

The 400Hz high refresh rate display prominently featured Wotech's live broadcast.

"...those cat tanks."

Qi Mu looked at the tanks whose art style clearly didn't belong to this world, then turned to look at Nanzi.

"It was built by Kousuke."

Nanzi nodded.

"That's one of his earlier works."

"Back then, he was dragging a bird bundle, ah, a useless psychic, and he set up a giant laboratory, made an armor-like thing, and this cat tank."

There was no nostalgia in Nanzi's eyes, only disdain for the situation at that time.

The way they looked at Cat Tank was like they were looking at "small fry".

"So... this guy is hiding in the Philippines."

Qi Mu touched his chin.

"How about we go to the Philippines and just capture him?"

Click.

The live stream on the monitor disappeared, replaced by a black background, and a smiling face appeared in their sight.

"Hey, Kusunoki, Kusuo, it's been a long time."

"What, did you guess I was in the Philippines?"

"To be honest, living here with a bunch of ape-like creatures is really difficult."

"Especially Arturo-san, he's a super ape with the ambition to become the king of apes."

Despite his complaints, Kousuke's light green eyes were fixed on Saiki.

Nanzi's eyelids twitched.

"Don't just call other people apes."

"Eh—Kusuna actually spoke! Although I can read what you're thinking from your face, but..."

"Well, it's really nice to hear my own... Imodo's sweet voice."

Kousuke tilted his head, revealing a smiling expression.

Nanzi felt a chill run down her spine.

"Kusuke, you're a pervert, aren't you?"

"This really saddens me."

The screen still showed a smiling face, but a live broadcast image had appeared on the screen.

The camera angle was different from that of Wot's live broadcast helicopter; the angle was more challenging, and the image was clearer.

In the scene, the silver-white [Apocalypse Knight] is fighting Homelander at supersonic speed.

"Clang clang clang————"

"Nanzi, do you still remember this battle armor?"

"After I was defeated by you, I did a lot of research, and it just so happens that this child also has the same telekinesis as you."

"That's why it was created."

Qi Mu's pupils were fixed on the homelander in the picture.

"John is injured."

He began in a declarative tone.

"Yeah, I'm a little sorry, but Arturo Saru-san and I are just business partners, so I can't control him in any way. Kusuo, I'm sorry."

Kousuke's gaze fell on nine-year-old Kusuo, who clasped his hands together in an apologetic gesture.

"..."

"Don't act impulsively."

Nanzi grabbed Qi Mu's hand.

"Given this guy's personality, he's definitely prepared a lot of things. If you go there now, you'll only fall into his trap."

She knew very well what kind of person Kousuke was; this despicable guy had used this tactic on her countless times before.

Putting everything else aside, just from this bizarre camera angle, Nanko is certain that Kousuke is hiding at least five big guys in the shadows.

"That's really scary, Nanzi, you actually think so badly of me."

Sosuke's sorrowful voice came from the computer speakers.

He rubbed away non-existent tears, blinked, and explained to Qi Mu, who had looked up:

"Actually, there are only seven big guys."

......

"Will John be in trouble?"

Qi Mu asked Kusuke.

"Well, that depends on whether you want to save him or not."

Kousuke answered Saiki earnestly.

"think."

"Then he won't get into trouble."

He spread his arms wide.

"Besides, don't listen to that Nanko's nonsense. I've prepared a very big gift for you, Nanxiong."

The chirping of insects in the summer air echoed incessantly in the trees outside the window. Saiki looked at Sora across the street through the monitor.

"it is good."

Nanxiong nodded.

"Tsk."

A soft click came from the speaker, and when Saiki and Kusuko looked over, Kousuke's expression had returned to his smiling face.

"Alright, Nanzi, if you want to know my location, then go for it!"

"If you can defeat all seven of my Super Apes!"

"Then you'll know where I am~"

"I've prepared a surprise for you!"

As he said this, Kousuke winked at the two of them and then hung up.

On the monitor, only the live broadcast from Wot Corporation continued.

The Homelander in the picture looks to be in poor condition.

The battle suit, made of a special material, was pierced through several holes by a telekinetic beam.

Fresh blood began to flow from the wound.

Fortunately, Kenji's telekinesis seemed to be almost depleted, only enough to maintain his high-speed movement.

After all, we had been entangled with bombs and torpedoes for a while, which had taken a toll on us.