You can already see the school building, and Hikiya Hachiman got off his bicycle and started to implement it. The place to park your bicycle is on the left-hand side of the entrance, and this is all information that has been detected in advance.

Seeing the slope at the school gate from afar, Bi Qigu was excited, and it was finally about to start!

There are obviously many people who like to stand at the school gate and think nonsense like him, a figure wearing a brown trench coat that does not fit in with the black school uniform around him, standing at the door with his hands crossed on his waist. It was the size of two of him, and it looked quite impressive.

Is it the dean of students? He guessed.

Then silently followed behind his classmates, wanting to sneak in from the person's side, although he didn't do anything bad, but when he saw this kind of character, he couldn't help but feel empty.

"Tokyo's No. 2 Sword Hero!"

A loud shout came from behind him, and this ancient and familiar name made Hikiya Hachiman's body stiffen and he couldn't help but stop.

Hey, what are you doing stopping, hurry up, you can't turn back at this time, others will think it's calling you! Hikiya commanded his legs in his heart.

No, at this time, you should pretend to be curious like the rest of the classmates and stop, look around, and find out who would call such a name, right?

Yes, plan to pass. After thinking about it, he stopped, squeezed out a curious expression on his face, and looked behind him with the classmates around him.

At? What's the matter? Why did the dean in the brown trench coat straighten his arm and point his index finger at me? His dazed expression almost couldn't be maintained, and he quickly pushed the bicycle to the side, but the man's index finger was still locked on him.

It was at this time that he saw clearly that the man was not the dean. The brown trench coat is clearly the same general martial arts uniform as him, and if you look at the tie, it is also a first-year.

Isn't it hot for you? Wearing a jacket and a trench coat should not be worn like this this season anyway, and it is not fashionable at all.

No, the crux of the matter is, why would anyone know this shameful nickname in reality!?

The expression on Hachiman's face gradually collapsed, no, although I don't know how he knows, I must not admit it, otherwise my high school life will be ruined!

He turned around, no longer feigning curiosity, and opted for a strategic shift.

The sound of the bicycle's spokes spinning was particularly clear at this moment, and equally clear was the sound of heavy footsteps behind him, like Godzilla landing off the coast. Hikiya bowed his head vigorously, silently praying that he didn't come to find him.

His shoulders sank, and he turned his head sideways, a hand with a half-fingered glove in the style of a pole dancer in a nightclub. Don't get me wrong, it's not the kind of place he can afford to spend, and he doesn't have such fashionable friends who will take him to play, but only watch it on some late-night shows. It's not easy, you can only watch it when the whole family is out.

"It's me, it's me!"

Yes, yes, I know you, on the first day of school, you wore a strange trench coat on top of your school uniform, and you looked like a combination of a homeless man and a funny entertainer, and someone like you would be used as a trick puzzle puzzle in Hojo-san. Poor worm who wears strange half-fingered gloves and poses strangely at the school gate, and will spend 100% of his three years of high school alone, please stay away from me, I don't want to be like you.

Hachiman used the acting skills he had learned from watching TV dramas for so many years, and he pretended to be embarrassed and puzzled with an embarrassed and puzzled expression on his face, "That, this classmate ......"

"It's me, the third swordsman general in Tokyo!"

The man had a smile on his face that could be said to be rampant, but that smile made Hikiya feel very warm, except for the stupid head of the kendo club in Kunichu, no one would ever show such a happy smile when they met him. That face was clearly written with surprise, the joy of reunion after a long absence.

Moreover, it's really fake, General Jianhao, the friend he met in the chat room, actually met in reality. It was still the first day of high school, and he was full of enthusiasm at the school gate shouting the nickname of the second second. Isn't this really some kind of cartoon?

If so, Lady Gods, could you please give me back my bobo-headed little Lori? will give himself a nickname like General Jianhao, shouldn't it be a legitimate Lori who is less than 1.5 meters tall? That's how cute it is.,Then I'm more willing than Kiya Hachiman to wear armor made of paper rolls.。

What needs to be emphasized here is that whether it is the second swordsman in Tokyo or the third swordsman in Tokyo, they are just nicknames given when the second disease of the middle school in the country occurs, and this is what everyone will do!

Like what world is ruled by seven gods, the three-pillar god of creation, the three-pillar god of destruction, and most importantly, the eternal godless god named Hikiya Hachiman. As a permanent owe god whose actions will destroy the balance of the world, it is normal to write a diary of the divine realm every day and a report to the government every three months.

Of course, that was all when I was in middle school. Whether it's a chat room or a secondary two disease, it's been shattered in the cracks of time. It's like an eraser that disappears when it falls to the ground, swallowed up by the gap.

To be able to have the chat room of the second swordsman in Tokyo and the third swordsman in Tokyo at the same time is naturally the "Tokyo Hero Association".

That's right, they're all avid One Punch Man fans. In addition to real people, there are also specially created trumpets in the chat room, titled "Saitama Sensei", "Genos", "Trembling Dragon Scroll", "Unlicensed Knight", etc. Everyone is immersed in their own fantasies, calling each other by their heroic code names.

Well, at the top, of course, is the father of the hero, the real hero of the real reality "Tokyo's No. 1 Swordsman" Kyosuke Hojo. That lord deserves to be the first, so he is deserved to be second than Kiya Hachiman.

However, there are people who want to grab his second title, and that person is General Jianhao. Good Jianhao general, why do you want to join the sequence of Jianhao. The nickname of the second disease in itself can be taken casually as long as it has its own worldview.

It's not so much about robbing.,It's better to say that he's taking care of himself.,Don't have a reputation duel with himself with words as a sword move.,It's just that every time Kendo himself speaks in the chat room.,I'll immediately shout the third swordsman in Tokyo.。 Then he proclaimed himself the third sword master of Tokyo.

"It's you, General Jianhao." Seeing that he couldn't hide, he had no choice but to admit his identity in the dark world. Fortunately, there won't really be a weirdo to assassinate him, otherwise the world would have collapsed, laughs.

Pushing the cart, he just wanted to hurry to a place where there were few people. Isn't there such a thing as secondary school disease that should be cured automatically as soon as you reach high school? Why is this guy so energetic? And how he recognized himself, as Internet heroes, they all keep the secrets of reality.

That's why I disbanded the chat room as soon as I sent out such a message.

"That's right, it's me, Tokyo's third swordsman, Shogun. After traveling through the Dark Age, defeating countless word monsters and man-eating demons, we are finally reunited in this chosen place. ”

My friend during the second illness, oh, now I know the name. Kigiza Yoshiki didn't seem to have any shame, and loudly announced how difficult it was for the sword heroes to reunite.

Bikiya Habani clearly saw that the people around him were panicking away from the two of them, and he also knew why the timber seat would call the three years of junior high school a dark age.

However, as mentioned earlier, apart from his family and the head of the kendo club, Kizuza was the only person he knew who would be so happy after seeing him.

On the first day of high school, at the school gate, friends from junior high school or elementary school called the names of old friends in surprise and shared the joy of being in the same school again. He had fantasized about this kind of thing, but he also knew that it was impossible. He didn't have such friends.

Oh, what's so good, those people may still secretly cry out in their hearts, there is such a person who is familiar with them, it will be difficult to brag about the "glorious history" in the future, maybe some black material will be exposed, it is really unlucky.

Unexpectedly, before he turned to complain like this, he actually had such a sincere and enthusiastic "old friend".

"So, isn't the second throne yours? Why would you give it to me? ”

He raised his eyes, strangely, two and a half years of kendo practice had not corrected his rotten dead fish eyes at all. Obviously, even a waste thrown into a sports club will become a bloody waste, but he is stubbornly like a winter turtle, motionless.

"But that's good, it's a dream for the opponent to see the offensive intent in your eyes from Yaban." That's what the minister told him.

It's a pity that even with such a pair of decisive magic eyes, they didn't make it out in the first leg of the qualifiers. The pace of competing in the national competition was broken at the very beginning.

"Needless to say! Because of your heroic deeds, I, the third swordsman general in Tokyo, have recognized your qualifications and recognized that you can become the second general of the demon without hands. ”

As if he had finally noticed the gaze around him, Kigiza Yoshiki suddenly said in a whispered tone as if he had been frightened.

Bikiya knew why he wasn't the number one general, and they had discussed it at the beginning, that Tesaki Tetsuta, who had been following Kyosuke Hojo all the year round and had a pair of fox eyes, was a sinister person at first glance and must not be an enemy of him.

"I see, the chat room has been disbanded for so long, it's a shame that you can remember." He said expressionlessly.

The dissolution of the "Tokyo Metropolitan Hero Association" chat room is, in the words of Timogiza a catastrophe comparable to Fenrir's devouring of Odin by the vicious dog in Ragnarok, and is the beginning of the Dark Age.

Or rather, trauma. Maybe using this youthful word will make it look a little more interesting.

At that time, they were immersed in heroic fantasies, and they would share their heroic deeds in the chat room every day. Among them, he and the duo of timber swordsman are the most inconspicuous, the others are fighting theft gangs, saving children who were hit by cars or something, only the two of them are leading the grandmother to cross the road, or helping the neighbor pick up the clothes that were blown away by the wind or something.

He is the second swordsman in Tokyo, and he is determined to follow the demon lord who has no hands, how can he be willing to be so nameless for the rest of his life. Saitama sensei was able to protect children from weirdos when he didn't have the power, and so did he!

So, he began to look around for the bad things that bullied the students. Helplessly, there is really no such thing in the Wenjing District where he studied. He knew that it was because of the adult, and he didn't have the slightest complaint or discouragement in his heart, but just cast his eyes on the nearby Taito District.

The bad is found, and the bad that is robbing the wallet of an elementary school student is not at all the same as the person who runs away with the angel.

He rushed forward with a bamboo knife that he had bought with a year's pocket money, and then was punched and broke the bridge of his nose.

I don't remember much about what happened after that, but when I came back to my senses, I was already asleep in the hospital bed, and my right and left feet were bandaged. When he grew up, he understood that even if he was looking for trouble in the club, he couldn't find anything bad, those guys were as brainless as him, and they didn't have a light or heavy start.

However, he was still very excited at the time, and although he was in pain all over his body, he immediately asked the nurse to help him take a photo with his mobile phone, and immediately uploaded it to the chat room of the "Tokyo Metropolitan Hero Association". And attached is a small essay of 500 words that he painstakingly typed with his left hand, detailing his heroic deeds.

At that time, the deputy head of the chat room, the hero known as "Green Storm", was talking about how he had fought against his arrogant predecessors in the kendo dojo, and the other members expressed their admiration and told them about their similar experiences in passing.

Hehe, now, I'm better than Hachiman. No, I'm the second swordsman in Tokyo, and I'm no longer an insignificant guy. I really protected the schoolchildren from bad hands, with my sword and wallet. There was a little extra cost, but it didn't matter.

After the photos and essays were sent, the chat room suddenly fell silent.

They were stunned by Uncle Ben's feat, and they were thinking about what kind of words to use to express their admiration. Hikiya thought so.

Then, the chat room was prompted to swipe the screen.

Not an imaginary compliment, but a succession of exit prompts.

Before he could figure out what was going on, the chat room had already disbanded when he came back to his senses.

Hehe, they must have been devoured by the Internet weirdos generated on the Internet, and even their souls were eaten mercilessly, and they will never be able to become Buddhas.

Those bastards!

！

While lying in the hospital bed with nothing to do, Hikiya Hachiman fully activated his clever brain and quickly figured out what was going on. Those guys are undoubtedly all suffering from the same secondary two diseases as themselves, but they are obviously not stupid enough to be some bullshit heroes in reality like themselves. Those heroic deeds that are shared every day, and he has a strong hands-on ability, and he also found the source from the anime one by one.

Exit the chat room and disband the chat room because they are afraid that the trouble they cause will spread to them along the network signal.

Now that I think about it, only he and Timber are real fools, and they really do good deeds.

"The Second Swordsman of Tokyo, what nonsense are you talking about, such a great deed, even if the timeline is disordered, the earth is destroyed, and the sun explodes, I, the Third Swordsman of Tokyo, will still remember it. You see, this is the certificate of commendation I wrote for you at that time. ”

Kikiza Yoshiki seemed to have been greatly insulted, and the tone that had just been lowered suddenly rose again.

"Who wants to see that kind of thing, the second disease or something should be stopped in moderation." With that, Hachiman quickly took over the phone, and his tiny eyes scanned from left to right and from right to left like a piece of paper on his own.

The inexplicable words are inexplicable, and if it weren't for my years of secondary school illness, it would have been impossible for me to understand the meaning. It turns out that at that time, the timber seat decided to give me the second name. It's really numb, he looks like a Menghu in Jiazhou, and he praises people for being so numb, which makes people blush.

Hikiya Hachiban's face was flushed as if he was about to vomit blood, and he looked at the praise that had been two years long overdue with satisfaction.

Damn, why can't you use your mind to transfer this article to your own phone, it's a shame that you're still calling it a smartphone, it's not smart at all.

As he spoke, the bicycle shed had arrived, and Biqigu stopped his bicycle, took a deep breath, and said a sentence with all his strength:

"General Jianhao, do you want to exchange contact information?"

"Ahh

Kikiza Yoshiki let out a strange coughing sound, needless to say, he knew that it was designed for himself, in line with the mouth fetish set by the Kenhao general.

Of course, Biqigu noticed the nondescript words, but he didn't complain in his heart, because he knew that it was a stunt used by the middle two diseases and social terrorists to hide his nervousness. He also has such skills, such as at this moment, he bowed forty-five degrees as if he was submitting a marriage application, and handed his mobile phone to the wood wood seat.

"Well, send me the one you just had, it's meant to be shown to me, isn't it?"

"Ahem, ahem......"

“……”

Chatting all the way, the two walked to the notice board under the teaching building.

Hikiya Hachiman is a one-year F class, and Kizuiza Yoshiki is a one-year C class.

I didn't make it to the class...... Biqigu thought regretfully.

He thought he could have his own friends like those otaku, no, it was as if he wasn't an otaku.

"Ahem, ahem." The peculiar coughing sound was heard again.

Actually, you don't need to cough before you want to speak, just call me by my name. Whether it's better than Qigu or Yaban, what a nice and unique name. Even if you call the second swordsman in Tokyo, I will not hesitate to agree to you.

That's how loyal I'm to my friends than Hachiman Kiya.

"What's the matter, General Jianhao." He turned around and saw the timber seat flash two meters away from him. A picture of "who is the general of Jianhao" and "what a strange name".

You bastard, who is the guy who just shouted his nickname at the school gate!

"Timber seat." He compromised, and when they exchanged contact information at the bike shed, the two exchanged names.

Hearing these three words, the guy in a brown trench coat who was unusually conspicuous in the crowd turned his head and walked over with a look of "I'll be recognized wherever I go, it's really troublesome".

"My dear friend, are you still regretting, distressing, and sad that you can't be in the same camp with me to resist the coming darkness together."

Although it is true that what you said is 50% the same as I think, if there is really darkness coming, it must be because of your lines in the second secondary school, and these people around you are very likely to be in the same class as me!

"Ahh You know, as long as you are in the same class as him, no matter how true you are, no one will dare to laugh at us. As soon as I knew that the adult would enter the general martial arts high school, I immediately applied for a transfer. ”

Yoshiki Kizuza's index finger and thumb made a horizontal 7 on her chin, probably to show her wisdom as a sword general.

Well? That adult is in the same class as me? If it's true, then the timber seat is really worthy of the name of General Jianhao, and it can be well-informed.

Hikiya Hachiman's spirits were lifted, just now he was only looking at his class with the timber seat, and he didn't have time to find the name of Kyosuke Hojo.

Now I hurriedly took a look, and sure enough, I saw Class C of the first year behind the name of Kyosuke Hojo.

lucky！ Sure enough, the accident I encountered in the morning was the apocalypse. A strong sense of security welled up in his heart.

Unlike those who have the name of heroes but do despicable things, Hikiya, who studied in Bunkyo Ward in junior high school, really bears the favor of Kyosuke Hojo.

After being beaten and discharged from the hospital, he thought that he would enjoy the treatment of welcoming heroes in the anime, and his classmates would shout "better than Qiya-san" and "You are a hero", and even look forward to the mysterious pink envelope that appeared in the locker.

But there are no all, there are indeed people who call themselves heroes, but the tone and wording are not quite correct.

"Yo, isn't this a big hero than Qigu-san."

Well, that's because the classmates didn't study well, forgive them.

According to the general rules of the Neon School, people who do stupid things like him should be reduced to the bottom of the school and be bullied, but nothing like that happened. In addition to the fact that they are all extinct because of the bad, but also because of the ......

"You're a good kid, do you want to come to the kendo club? You also yearn for Hojo-san, and you will have the opportunity to face him in the arena in the future. ”

The person who spoke was the stupid head of the kendo club, and the poor strength of the kendo club in their school was not taken seriously at all, and even the activity room only had a small classroom. It's completely different from the magnificent activity room of Dongcheng University that you see on the Internet.

The minister has a small flat head from the Showa period, and when he laughs, he will reveal a missing corner of his front teeth, which is said to have been played with his mobile phone while sleeping, and accidentally fell asleep and was smashed.

That smile is more than Kiya Hachiman will never forget for the rest of his life, and he also made a portrait of him. But my sister Hikiya Komachi was mercilessly puzzled: "Brother, are you drawing the weirdos in "One Punch Man"? Damn, why did I really make my own manga in imitation of "One Punch Man", Komachi's words changed to "The lines twisted, it's disgusting." ”。

It was also because of this that he didn't dare to give the portrait to the minister, so he could only hide it in the deep-sea treasure chest under the ice crystal jade bed that was ordered to be thirty degrees Celsius in spring and summer, together with the portrait he drew for Kyosuke Hojo. Well, that's under the bed, in a box containing various diaries and cosplay props from the second secondary period.

In short, because he was accepted into the kendo club by the minister who dreamed of competing with Hojo-suichi in the ring. Hachiman's situation in the class has improved, and although it is the club at the bottom, it is still a sports club at the top of the school pyramid.

After washing the protective gear for his seniors for half a year, he finally became one of the five main candidates of the kendo club and was qualified to represent the school. Thanks to this, his status in the class has improved by leaps and bounds, and he has changed from a fool to a knight of Don Quixote who initiates a fearless charge.

Bikiya was sure that his classmates didn't know what kind of noble spirit the Don Quixote Knight represented, and they just thought they were a different kind of fool. Heh, they wouldn't have known that although they and the others had only lost in the first round of the qualifiers for two years in a row, they had seen the invincible heroism of that adult.

The neat swing of the knife, the roar like a lion, the momentum around the sidelines as if it would be cut in half, just looking at it, I couldn't help but forget to breathe, I had to shout to breathe and breathe, so that I wouldn't die.

Although the kendo club of his school is very disdainful, as long as he sets the target for that adult like the stupid minister, he will feel full of passion and be carried away by the blood.

Although the only people who can talk in the class are also members of the kendo club, Hikiya feels that his country is already very complete.

There were many members of the student council in the school who were guiding the new students, and following the guidance, the Jianhao duo walked to their own class. Before I could go inside, I heard a crisp laugh. The two of them stopped in unison and retreated.

No, it's not a middle school anymore. Even if you want to be a big brother from today, it's not impossible, you have to find happiness together with the timber seat!

Hikiya looked back and nodded heavily at the timber seat in the brown coat. Even if you don't have any other friends, it's enough to have a close friend!

Pulling open the classroom door, the imaginary gaze did not see, but the eyes of both of them widened.

"Hey, Hachiban, that, that!

！ Kikiza Yoshiki excitedly grabbed Hikiya Hachiman's arm and screamed incoherently.

"That's right, put your hand down first, it's rude to point at someone like this, do you want to be chopped off too?"

That's right, the last person sitting in the window row of the classroom surrounded by beautiful women is the spiritual leader of their Tokyo Hero Association, the handsless demon, Kyosuke-sama Hojo.

The laughter I heard outside the classroom just now must have come from the girl on the right side of Hojo-san. She was holding a blue bag with cat-like bright yellow eyes. Hojo-san is also a girl in front of her, and her light brown hair seems to turn pink in the sunlight.

"Eight times and eight times, special information, those two girls, both of them are the women of the adult, and they transferred with him." The timber seat turned to the side, raised his palm to cover his mouth, and said the exclusive information.

"It's Hojo-san." Hikiya Hachiman believed it at the first time, and only such a person would become the object of his longing.

"It's Hojo-san." General Jianhao also sighed.

Seeing the warm atmosphere around Kyosuke Hojo, Hikiya felt like he was about to melt for a moment, so he wanted to give up the idea of wanting to sit around that adult. Well, it can't be said to be a renunciation. The two rows of seats by the window, as well as the two rows behind, were already filled.

On Kyosuke Hojo's side, in front and to the right are girls who have been talking to him. Further in front was a girl with light peach hair, who had a good memory, and quickly remembered that it was one of the protagonists he met on the way to school and did not have a traffic accident.

Are they classmates? How do you think about walking your dog on the morning of the first day of school? Biqigu had to admit that even if his Chinese scores could rank in the top ten of his grade, he still couldn't figure out what girls thought.

And then on the right side of Hojo-san, there is a girl who has made her hair into golden wavy curls, and another girl has black and blue hair that has turned into a nice silver, and another girl has ......

Even if the general martial arts high school allows students to dye their hair, you are exaggerating, isn't this a vocational school for learning beauty technology? Wouldn't it be nice to use the money from tossing your hair to buy study materials or cram school, so that your parents will be very happy?

All in all, Hikiya Hachiman definitely doesn't envy that adult who can be surrounded by all kinds of beautiful girls.

Although there was no notice, the corner where the mother undoubtedly became the focus of the class.

Sakura is opening her arms, trying to describe to Kyosuke Hojo how big the muffins are at the café in front of the school.

"Even if it's Kyosuke, you can't eat ten in a row!" She nodded affirmatively.

"The chocolate strawberry jam was also delicious."

Glass agreed, and she turned her chair around, feeling like she was back in her childhood. At that time, I was chatting with Kyosuke-kun like this. It's just that the person next to him has changed from Naoka to Sakura. Although I'm sorry for Naoka, she feels really happy now.

She has been looking forward to this kind of life for three years.

Actually, Kyosuke Hojo didn't really want Sakura to sit in this place, if he could, he wanted the two girls to sit side by side in front of him, so that he could see them at the same time as soon as he woke up. And now, Sakura is very likely to not look at the blackboard in class, but keep staring at him.

It's not good, and it will make him can't help but stare at her. It's really distressing.

It didn't take long for the front door of the classroom to open, as if it could be used with great force, making a loud bang.

The people in the classroom who quickly mingled with the new classmates fell silent.