"Body · Birth · Sacrifice!

Body · Birth · Sacrifice!

Body — Birth — Sacrifice — "

Setsuna finally couldn't stand the repeated phrases in her ears. She raised her head helplessly. "What's wrong with the sports festival?"

"It's a sports festival!

A sports festival that will be broadcasted on TV! "

Sunny Day widened her eyes as if she couldn't understand her calm reaction. "It's a once-in-a-year sports festival!

I'm super motivated! "

The sports festival, also known as the Sunyoung Sports Festival, was a day where there were no restrictions on the use of one's personality. One could use all kinds of methods to pass the incredible test. It was considered an annual event at Sunyoung High School, and its scale was known even outside the school. Every year, the number of people who watched it on TV increased steadily. Sunny Day's excitement wasn't completely unreasonable.

"Liri classmate, you've been like this since yesterday."

Midaya smiled slightly. Setsuna always felt that the atmosphere around him had become a little tense. Although he had been very hardworking in the past, he had recently given off a feeling that he had reached a higher level. "After all, the sports festival is a rare opportunity to attract the attention of professional heroes."

Attracting the attention of professional heroes was not wrong to say that.

In the current saturated hero industry, people who were not outstanding enough would not be able to get an invitation from the firm.

Sunyoung had invited TV stations to broadcast it with great fanfare, and there were all kinds of active heroes to watch it. It was nothing more than a good future for the students. It was no wonder that the Hero Department had been secretly filled with the smell of gunpowder recently. After all, no one came here to lose.

Setsuna thought along this line of thought and raised her hand to open the lid of her lunch. "Well, it's time to work harder."

"Why do I feel like you don't have any intention of working hard at all …" Even Sunny Day was surprised by her lukewarm attitude. She looked at her with some confusion. "It feels like Setsuna and Ichiku-kun are very calm."

"Is that so?

I'm actually aiming for first place for the time being. "

Setsuna swallowed a meatball and answered vaguely. It was not that she did not care about the sports festival, but after so many things had happened, she still needed some time to adjust her mentality.

The aftermath of the USJ incident had a huge impact on her. First, the number one hero in her heart had fallen, and then there was Hong He, who was worried about her, adding to her worries. Hong He and Jiao Bing had returned to normal the next day, so it was alright, but the worries …

She glanced at her phone. The darkened screen indicated that there was no new email.

She was worried that the sudden email that day was like a pure accident. No matter how many times she replied, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no more news.

"I think so too. Setsuna has never been one to admit defeat."

Obviously, Sunny Day had no way of knowing what was going on behind the scenes. Seeing Setsuna make the first declaration, she smiled again. "Then we're opponents. See you in the final battle!

If there are two girls in the finals of the famous Sunyoung Sports Festival, just thinking about it makes me excited! "

"… I say … you haven't forgotten about me, right?"

Perhaps the girls were too arrogant, Midaya raised his hand with a wry smile. "I don't plan to lose. Or rather, my goal is to be first."

Cha Na looked up at him in surprise. Perhaps his classmates, who had only seen him face difficulties head-on, were not surprised by his desire to win. However, based on his three years of junior high school memories, Green Valley's obsession with victory was not as exaggerated as "must be the first."

In her personal impression, Midaya Dehisa was not weak, but in principle, he was a peace-loving person who did not like to fight.

(A change in state of mind?

… No, rather, it felt more like he was forcing himself to do something.)

Should I ask for the reason? It was not that such a thought had never occurred to her before, but it seemed that this kind of pressure was not a hindrance to him.

Setsuna lowered her head and drank a mouthful of soup. Perhaps it was better to let nature take its course.

"Then, all three of us are opponents."

She put down the soup bowl and smiled.

"Let's do our best together."

"… Okay!"

With this conversation as a starting point, Setsuna temporarily put down the things at hand and focused on preparing for the competition of the Sports Festival.

In principle, the Sports Festival's events were kept secret until the day of the competition. However, after browsing through the summary of the previous years (thanks to the sponsorship of the Hero Otaku Forums), Setsuna was speechless to find that even if she got the questions, it seemed to be useless. Under the influence of the various personalities of almost three hundred students, no matter what the questions were, they would eventually become an indiscriminate free-for-all in the competition mechanism.

In short, although being able to fight was not omnipotent, being unable to fight was absolutely impossible.

This was probably the true school motto hidden under the surface of Sunyoung High School.

After painfully realizing this point, Setsuna put the self-training program back on the agenda. She had to admit that as a prestigious school, Sunyoung High School's hardware capital was quite reliable compared to Zetsuna High School. At the very least, she did not have to use the sports sandbag and measuring ruler to calculate her progress bit by bit.

In fact, as long as you applied, the fully inductive automatic training field and all the facilities in the field would be at your service. As for how to apply, it was the information she obtained from confronting Aizawa with her cat (who was currently at the level of five in terms of combat strength) while working on the weekend. Although it was not very urgent, it came from the kindness of the teacher. She submitted the application the next day at school.

This immediately became the thing she regretted the most this year, because when the application was approved and the cement teacher opened the field door for her, he said this.

"There have been a lot of students applying recently, and because of the limited space, you can only share the field with someone else.

However, the other party is also in the first year group A, so there should be no problem. "

— — This is a big problem.

Standing in the field, Setsuna resisted the urge to turn around and run away, and weakly said hello, "… What a coincidence, Bao Hao Kun."

"Coincidence my ass, anyone with a brain is here these two days."

As expected, she sounded as if she was angry at any moment. Boaster cursed under his breath and reluctantly gave her a look. "You're so disgusting. I'll go over there. Don't come over."

(… Well, standard ending.)

Watching Bao Hao's figure disappear not far away, after a while, there was the sound of an explosion mixed with the splashing of stones.

Setsuna gently exhaled, and she did not know what to feel in her heart.

After all, there was a time — — although maybe it was just her imagination — — when she felt that Bao Hao was not a particularly difficult person to get along with.

It was about three years ago, when she had just been promoted to middle school under everyone's expectant eyes, Takeshi heard from somewhere that "there was a classmate with a very strong teleportation personality", and immediately sent her a very imposing letter of challenge, written in black calligraphy and a white envelope, stating that on a certain day, a certain time, a certain place, a certain month, a certain day, a fair 1v1 duel to determine who was Zetsu Middle School's No. 1.

Setsuna's immediate reaction was to refuse, which was very understandable. You could not expect a little girl with a mind full of peace and friendship to enthusiastically accept a challenge invitation after seeing someone with a personality that could blast through the floor. Not to mention, she never felt that there was anything to fight for in Zetsu Middle School, so she learned from him and sincerely replied with a letter, saying that she really did not want to fight, and that it did not matter if she was the No. 1 in Zetsu Middle School or not, so she asked him to do as he pleased.

After the other party received the reply, he did not bother her again.

Actually, up to this point, her impression of Bao Hao was still alright. Although he was a little aggressive, he was still reasonable and didn't force her to engage in some inexplicable duel. Overall, he wasn't a bad person.

Then when did it start?

It became a state where even looking at him made it difficult for her to breathe.

Blood was rushing in her body, and suppressed emotions were roaring in her mind. When she closed her eyes, she could see that night, that unbridled power, the screams of the crowd, and everything burning in the sea of fire — —

(I — —)

"— — Movement distance 43.71 meters, distance error 1.29 meters, seriously deviating from the average score, please pay attention, please pay attention."

The monotonous mechanical synthesized voice brought her back to her senses. Setsuna stared blankly at the lead block on the ground in front of her. The standard of 100kg was just a warm-up for her.

"… …"

(I —)

"Subject, please focus your attention. Subject, please focus your attention —"

(I — —)

"Subject, please focus your attention. Subject, please focus your attention —"

The constantly repeating synthesized voice seemed to be some kind of curse. A string in her mind that had been ignored for a long time was getting tighter and tighter. Her rationality was teetering on the verge of collapse. Setsuna took a big breath of air.

"Subject, please focus your attention. Subject, please focus your attention —"

(Already,)

"Subject, please focus your attention. Subject, please focus your attention —"

"— — You bastard, you're so noisy!!!!!"

The heat wave rushed in together with the smashed glass window. In an instant, he moved out of the recording room the moment he heard the sound. His head was dizzy and he was not surprised to see the blond boy's irritable gaze on the street.

(Almost,)

She lowered her eyes and suddenly lost the mood to train. Going anywhere was more relaxing than continuing to be in the same room with the person in front of her. She unconsciously clenched her fists and turned to leave.

Just as she lifted her foot and took a step, a nightmarish voice caught up with her from behind and froze her in place.

"— — Trying to escape again, trash."