Chapter 20. The girl who lost everything

A small, deprived of reality, dejected girl with a bear in her arms, offered by a middle-aged woman, heard only the ticking of the clock on the wall above the entrance to the office and looked at the floor, trying to cry, to share feelings about the tragedy that happened a week ago. Tears did not come to cry again over the presented screaming from the burning, hellish pain of the parents. She cried a lot there. It seemed that she lost her senses to spill salt water with a taste of bitterness.

"He did everything he could," the woman sat down next to her, stroking the girl on the dark top of her head, touching her skin with a ring on her ring finger. "He's sorry for your loss too."

"Really?!" with a breakdown, the other pressed the toy tighter. It's time to tell her which "heroes" she sees differently. "These heroes are only doing the work rather than falling into the abyss themselves!" she jumped off without the bear cub and the red face from anger looked into the confused, tired gray-yellow eyes, pressing her palm inside to a good view of the whitened knuckles. "I say this because I have seen many times how others almost died, remaining in the wreckage! But my parents..." she turned away for a second, wiping away the first tear that appeared. "They are... didn't deserve to die?.."

"Of course not," the adult quickly shook her head and leaned forward, assuring the children's eyes to look the opposite about the defenders saving lives. "You know... heroes don't always save someone's life," these words aggravated the anger of the seven-year-old, ready to explode from the untruth.

"Heroes must save all lives!" she wanted to strike at that second. "It's not annoying!" Yes, it's not fair that some die, but the heroes don't do it out of spite. They have so much on their shoulders that it is difficult to get rid of this burden.

"We're all of the same opinion," the woman pulled her towards her, letting her shirt get wet. The younger one did not cry from the new caresses on the head, "but they already have a lot of cargo. In front of them, all cities need security, that sometimes you don't have time to chase hares. It's true that you lose someone close, for example, I lost my daughter a long time ago."

She raised her head in shock and wiped her cheeks. Both have lost their closest ones, but why, if they agree with the opinion, is it necessary to protect someone who leaves the helpless to undeserved extinction?

"Why are you protecting them..?"

"Because they don't do it out of spite," she sighed heavily. "Yes, that the unsaved are leaving the world of the living, but the heroes are trying to complete tasks faster and faster," she cupped her round cheeks with her palms, so that aquamarine eyes allowed her to continue further: "The Hero's work is a complex system, like a computer. This is handled seriously and carefully, trying not to make a mistake. You can fix this error if you make every effort."

The eight-year-old mumbled. It is easy to say to try to eliminate the error, that soon it develops into something terrible. How many extra hands to apply to maintain balance? No one knows. There is nothing to consider that one of the heroes thinks about all the lives of the townspeople. Zero. They are all selfish. So, she will become another heroine who cares not about herself, only for other people's hearts. She will educate them to check every corner of the room at home so as not to receive hateful judgments.

"Then... I will be the one who will take care of everyone and everything. I will check every inch of the house to completely save everyone," sobbed, waiting for the result. The psychologist ruffled her strawberry-scented hair with a calm smile. Doubt lurked that the patient would be able to cope with the role of a full-fledged hero in the future. She will exhaust herself that she will not have the strength to get into the car before someone else's rescue. This equinoctial balance cannot be changed. As it was against the will to leave the victim to perish, so it will be.

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"The first fight was quick!" Hizashi rubbed his glasses with a rag. "My respects to the winner with Telekinesis! But your web, Kusari Chiashi, is also amazing! This can delay the enemy much longer!" the blindfolded student from B exchanged an embarrassed glance with the ground, imperceptibly adorning his face with a smile. "Let's wait for the second pair!" the hero pressed the switch and turned to the two adults. "To be honest, I liked the loser." Both opposite him did not express indignation, they did not mind treating the performance of the arachnid with respect. Shota noticed the staring yellow glasses on himself and turned into attention. "Your student could have lifted him into the air."

"Muju prefers to use inanimate objects," he snorted, but also thought that he would use a Quirk on Kusari. Out of his own interest, Kuta does not want to do this unless someone asks. "He can allow someone to be raised at the expense of their request. Well, if as a defense, then he will raise the villain."

"Yes, yes..., I read about him in the dossier," Present Mick turned around bored.

The black-haired man turned to the glass with cheerful people outside. So far, for today, he is content with the work of a mischievous teenage guy, and he will leave a good opinion for the entire beginner class A. Leaving the former grumpy character, it will not be up to their pity to stop training until they understand the value of the importance of protecting other people's asses. The devil knows when a heavy hell will descend.

The Paranormal Liberation War took many lives of innocent people and some Pro Heroes, even those who started a career. Aizawa, of course, is not a fan of exhausting students almost to death, but he is doing important work to secure settlements more and take care of preserving his own and others' lives to continue the growth of wildflowers that are colorful in front of a clear light.

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"Well, that was fast," Yoeki got up from his seat to let Kuta pass two places ahead. Then he sat down opposite the empty seat of Hachimitsu, the next speaker. "Although you could have lifted Kusari into the air."

"Yes..." the winner began to drum the railing of the chair with his fingers, as if he was worried about something, "only I don't lift people by my will. Here's about the villain on it, I activate a Quirk.

"Why not?" Hito turned around to find out why a classmate with ashen and spiky hair does not have his own right to raise a person. He would have done this in order to better set up their review.

"Well..." Kuta began in a drawl, lifting up his head. "I think I don't want to bother anyone," he lowered it very low, looking only at his feet in newly purchased brown sneakers. Not really meaning that he doesn't want to hurt people. Telekinesis perfectly holds animate objects, however, does not want to bother others on this. There are people who do not like to be at a height, therefore, in order to have undisturbed comfort, either he was asked permission to lift into weightlessness, or the guy himself asked.

"Do you do it if you ask permission or do they give it to you?" Ari's mustache twitched when raising an eyebrow.

"Yes. It happened a long time ago when I lifted the boy to get the cat out of the tree, and then..."

"Don't go on. I understand you," the other held up his hand with the palm up, indicating to stop, knowing the unhappy end. Kuta shrugged his shoulders and remained silent, not insisting on answering the intended ending. I don't want to remember this case, because that boy almost got hurt when he bumped into a crooked branch in the invisible hand of God and fortunately caught it. However, to listen to dissatisfied remarks from a woman and a policeman how to skip the starfall was insulting, without tears. He wanted to hide in the bushes afterwards.

"Meet the second couple!" The green top of Hayan's head appeared from the gate. A little excitement sat on his broad shoulders. Reluctant to fight with a beautiful girl who has green loops with beautiful flowers instead of hair. The student would have given in to her, but in his soul it suggested that she might be grasping on the fly to get a place in an honest way. "It's spinning like a tornado and it's almost impossible to stop it. No matter how much you aim at him, he will instantly be behind you! Murasaki Hayan from Class A! Against... A young princess and, perhaps, a daughter of spring! Kaoba Himeku from Class B!"

Memories of the cute student leaked into Ikawa's skull that Hachimitsu told the guys about their well-established meeting and thanked Kaoba Himeka for the presented figs for cookies. Not all Class A and Class B paid attention to their short and peaceful conversation.

On the left side, the supportive Naiki followed her step, but did not decide who to root for: Hayan is also a good guy and is fresher in laughter than the modest Himeku. He decided to root for both of them if one of them loses. In his opinion, the classmate will definitely win as quickly as in the first Muju fight.

Himeku and Hayan, with identical, serious grimaces, stopped at a sufficient distance and, understanding each other's thoughts, wished good luck.

"The fight begins!" Mina squealed impatiently.

Green vines with the color of grass danced in the styles of the cobra dance from Arabia. The girl felt a fragrant smell from the usual pink flowers with golden buds. It smelled like honey dopping - giving strength to boldly throw all the thick hairs forward. On the contrary, the opponent turned his shoulders to the right, prepared, and sharply spun counterclockwise. His body was very much like a pre-existing tornado: so fast, carrying foreign objects.

The "top", without blinking everyone's eyes, seemed to be behind Kaoba's back before the shoots turned out to be five dumas. The other student, frightened, did not have time to get married and ended up in a whirlpool prison. Her brain was momentarily locked around a similar vestibular apparatus, not understanding what to do and how to do it. Consciousness barely held on top until succumbing to signs of nausea.

"Murasaki won't overdo it with her?" Yushita asked worriedly.

Not having time to answer that the student would not continue to torment the second person, the blue hurricane released the girl, confused as in a cocoon, with reverence, stopped, holding her head with clouded purple eyes and not allowing her legs to sway like a walking drunk. Self-control was almost restored over the words of the heroine Pinky:

"Murasaki Hayan passes on! The opponent can rise?"

Himeku, lying helplessly on her stomach, nodded skillfully and concentrated the vines, not hurrying to untangle them. Of course, she was upset to give the victory to Hayan, but she was amazed at his instantaneous speed.

"Are you okay?" standing in a normal position, the guy asked. Her head was spinning a little, but she could resist after two minutes somehow untangling the knots. She bowed to him in gratitude for someone else's care and also asked about his well-being.

"My head doesn't seem to be spinning," Hayan smiled in dismay, not yet recognizing the condition as stable. His quirk of a Spinning top has the disadvantage of circling the world around his eyes, how easy it is to make a person spin on the spot and his eyes cannot function the environment: it seems vague and everything moves somewhere, then he falls on a hard surface. In two weeks, the green-haired man trained the so-called vestibular apparatus a little, assuring that he would improve resistance, but in order to achieve excellent results, it would take a year to adapt the head and body to endurance, and not feel like you would be sick.

"Come on, kids, let the next participants through!" without malice, Present Mick said.

Both with nods trudged to the exit and on the way Kaoba congratulated Murasaki, after causing him a quiet laugh and awkwardness, turning the former rival into a green sleeping bag. She smiled for saying the words about her wonderful work and thought that the guys from A are good, do not focus on themselves to get the highest popularity. No wonder she considered her classmate Tsuki to be obsessed with envy.