Humans were born unequal.

This had been the case since ancient times. Nobles, generals, and ministers were all just fools' tricks.

After the incident of the "glowing baby" in Qingqing City, it was the same in today's world.

The sun shone with a colorful halo, and the green trees in the park were full of vitality. In front of the tree and the bench, five children were confronting each other.

The child with the green curly hair like the tree was about to cry, but he still clenched his teeth and stood in front of another child who had fallen to the ground crying.

"You're too much, Kha Paste."

The green-haired child trembled as if he was afraid of something.

He was obviously about to cry, but he still pretended to be very strong.

"You … if you bully him again, I … I will never forgive you!"

Standing in front of the green-haired child was a group of three who looked like delinquents at first glance. The leader had a light blonde afro that looked like a prickly durian.

Hearing the yelling of the person in front of him, Kha Paste's originally lifeless dead fish eyes closed, revealing a sinister smile.

Behind him, his two followers activated their own personalities. It seemed that they had done this many times before.

"You have no personality."

His right hand hit the palm of his left hand, and the explosion burst out in flames and smoke.

The young man with the light blonde hair raised his head. He was obviously smiling, but it looked very gloomy and terrifying.

"Still want to pretend to be a hero, Stinky Jiu!"

Behind him, the two lackeys followed closely behind and rushed forward.

The young man called "Stinky Jiu" screamed and subconsciously took two steps back, but he didn't pay attention and fell to the ground.

Just when he thought that he was going to be beaten up like before, the two lackeys who were about to pounce on him suddenly stopped.

To Beat Yourself came from behind, and then a helpless sigh.

"Kha Paste, you're bullying Xiao Jiu again …"

The two followers who were fixed in the air heard this voice and were scared to shout.

"Oh no, it's Demon King Fujimaru!"

Even the fearless To Beat Yourself couldn't help but pause when he heard this voice. He recalled the fear of being dominated by this voice.

"Aunt Mitsumi, Kha Paste is bullying me in school again!"

There was a time when this voice would say that, and what awaited the Tyrannosaurus Rex at home would be a vicious beating.

I'm not afraid of him or the female Tyrannosaurus rex. I'm just strategically trying to minimize my losses.

With this in mind, Explosive Tyrant Shengji put down his raised fist.

At the same time, a body that exuded the smell of sunlight rested on his shoulder.

"Hey, hey, Kha Paste. Auntie Mitsumi asked me yesterday if Kha Paste bullied anyone in school …"

That person was all smiles, his pair of ocean-like blue eyes were suffused with a cunning light.

"Say, should I tell Auntie Mitsumi today …"

"Cough, I'm such a mature person, I won't bully people in school."

To Beat Yourself Up closed his eyes, put his fist to his mouth and coughed lightly, thinking of countermeasures.

"Ah, right, Stinky Jiu and I are just playing a game of 'Hero and Enemy'.

Don't you think so, Stinky Jiu — "

To Beat Yourself Up raised his head and stared at Midoriya Idehisa from a place where the person behind him couldn't see. It could be called the Demon King's Death Gaze.

Midoriya Idehisa was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted.

Even if he knew that this wasn't the case, under the threat of Explosive Tyrant Sheng Ji, whose background was a sea of flames, he couldn't help but follow along with his words.

"That, yes, yes, I'm just playing a role-playing game with Kha Paste!"

The youth who had been hugging To Beat Yourself Up nodded and let go of To Beat Yourself Up's neck.

His other hand had been in a grasping position in the air all this time, and only at this moment did he fling it backwards.

Following his action, the two lackeys who were originally fixed in the air screamed and were pulled back by an unknown force and fell into the sand.

Taking advantage of this, the child who was hiding behind Midoriya Idehisa stood up and ran away in a panic without even saying thank you.

The youth had smooth short black hair and his blue eyes were as clear as the sky.

He walked in front of Midoriya Idehisa, stretched out his hand and said with a smile.

"Get up, Xiao Jiu, the ground is very dirty."

Midoriya Idehisa's face was still covered in tears, but he still obediently held the person's hand.

"Thank you, A Ze."

Luzawa Fujimaru held Midoriya Idehisa's hand and pulled him up from the ground.

"It's almost time for lunch, Xiao Jiu, let's go home."

After saying that, Luzawa Fujimaru turned his head and asked To Beat Yourself Up.

"Where's Kha Paste, do you want to go back with us?"

To Beat Yourself Up tilted his head and pouted with a face full of unhappiness.

"No, I want to play outside for a while, I don't want to go back and face that female Tyrannosaurus Rex."

To Beat Yourself Up's reaction was not out of Luzawa Fujimaru's expectation. He was not hurt by To Beat Yourself Up's impolite tone and seemed to be used to it.

After patting the dust off Midoriya Idehisa's pants, Luzawa Fujimaru walked to To Beat Yourself Up's side. Ignoring the other party's objection, he forcefully rubbed the other party's hair that looked like burrs, but was abnormally soft and light golden afro.

Before To Beat Yourself Up could react, he pulled Midoriya Idehisa and ran away.

"Then Kha Paste, we'll go back first!"

"Bastard stinky Ze, don't keep touching my head!"

To Beat Yourself Up's shout came from behind, but it inexplicably gave people the illusion that he was bluffing.

Luzawa Fujimaru raised the corner of his mouth, as if he was enjoying it.

As expected of the existence known as "Demon King Fujimaru" who could suppress Kha Paste, he was clearly enjoying it!

Midoriya Idehisa, who was being hugged by Luzawa Fujimaru, couldn't help but shed tears. To Beat Yourself Up didn't know if it was because of his bad temper, or because of the other childhood sweetheart who was always targeted.

Kha Paste and Ozawa's daily life was like this. Although Ozawa often said that he wanted to complain to Aunt Mitsumi, he had never done so. The only time was when Aunt Mitsumi saw Kha Paste bullying people at school, and Ozawa deliberately said it in front of Kha Paste and himself.

After all, Ozawa and himself were both present at that time, so Aunt Mitsumi didn't punish Kha Paste too much.

But if Ozawa didn't say anything at that time, with Aunt Mitsumi's personality, he was afraid that she would have broken Kha Paste's legs in private.

Thinking of To Beat Yourself Up, Midoriya Idehisa couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"If I wasn't 'without personality', could I be like you —"

Idehisa said, but he couldn't help but cry.

"You have such a good relationship with Kha Paste, and Kha Paste cares about you so much. You make those bullies at school scared out of their wits, and they almost run away when they see you."

"Is it possible to become a hero?"

Even if 80% of people had personality, there were still a small number of people who didn't have personality.

Midoriya Idehisa was one of them.

As a child who dreamed of becoming a professional hero, Midoriya Idehisa dreamed of chasing after Ormet's back, 'without personality' seemed to have sentenced his dream to death.

Even his gentle mother was the same. When he asked if he could be a hero, she could only say sorry.

When they reached the door of Idehisa's house, Luzawa Fujimaru stopped and turned to look at Midoriya Idehisa.

"Ah, so Xiao Jiu, don't you know? Kha Paste actually cares about you a lot."

Luzawa Fujimaru kicked a small stone beside his feet, and said with a helpless tone.

"Kha Paste is so arrogant, she's obviously jealous."

"Kha Paste?

Jealous? "

The two words that came out of Luzawa Fujimaru's mouth scared Midoriya Idehisa so much that he stopped crying. He couldn't associate To Beat Yourself's arrogant and despotic personality with the word 'jealous'.

Luzawa Fujimaru was a little helpless. When he went, Kha Paste's face was full of unhappiness, and it was about to form words behind him.

In terms of understanding of Kha Paste, Midoriya Idehisa should be better than him. Why couldn't he see it?

Is this the so-called 'bystander sees more clearly'?

"No matter what, the three of us have grown up together. You're standing against Ka-chan for someone you don't even know.

With Kha Paste's bad temper, it would be strange if she didn't explode. "

Midoriya Idehisa didn't know how to refute Luzawa Fujimaru's words. After thinking for a long time, he found that the truth was just as Luzawa Fujimaru said — —

To Beat Yourself's temper, he would indeed be angry over this kind of thing, and even take his anger out on others.

"In addition, Xiao Jiu."

Luzawa Fujimaru held Midoriya Idehisa's face, and his pair of blue eyes stared at Midoriya Idehisa, which made Midoriya Idehisa feel a sense of familiarity.

"Showing intelligence, is called a hero; outstandingly courageous, is called a hero.

The so-called heroes are such a group of people.

And whether it's your intelligence that made you the top of the class, or your courage to stand in front of Kha Paste for a stranger, did you lose to someone else? "

Those blue eyes that were like the sky were shining with light. Just being stared at like this gave Green Valley an unimaginable power.

Now that he thought about it, this gaze was like the idol that Midoriya Idehisa had been chasing.

Ormet.

Fujimaru Ruzawa enunciated each word firmly and firmly.

"Midoriya Idehisa."

"Even if you don't have a personality, you can still become a hero."

It was as if a wind blew, blowing Luzawa Fujimaru's hair.

Midoriya Idehisa realized that their posture was a bit strange. His face instantly turned red as if it was on fire, and he ran home without saying anything.

"That, that, I'm home, Ah Ze, goodbye!"

Luzawa Fujimaru looked at Midoriya Idehisa's back, helplessly scratched his head, and turned to walk home, which was right next to Midoriya Idehisa.

Only the second half of the sentence that was left unspoken dissipated in the wind.