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The Hero Association (NM 57.1)
🕑 Added 2025-04-25 23:16:18 +0000 UTCGame
Thoughts
“Talking”
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“Busho, Sir! There’s an urgent matter!” A Hero Association employee shouted, bursting through the door into the large office where Busho was sitting.
The man in question was sitting behind a long table, which had enough seats around it to fit well over twenty people. He was a rather plain-looking middle-aged man, with a decently handsome face, stubble-covered chin, and short black hair. Despite being in his early forties, the man’s body was still muscular, with the outline of his muscles showing even through his suit.
“Branch Operator Hana,” Busho raised an eyebrow at the woman, pulling his feet off the table where they had been resting. The large room with an equally large table was usually reserved for meetings, but at the moment, only Busho and his partner, another plain-looking man named Jinruzen, were in the room.
“There’s an emergency, sir!” Hana shouted hurriedly, her face looking panicked, “It’s about the threat that destroyed City J!”
In comparison to the two middle-aged men, Hana was one of the younger workers at the Hero Association. She was in her early twenties, with messy blonde hair, a pretty face, and a figure that could be seen even through her office outfit. If she hadn’t been working at the Hero Association, the woman surely would’ve been a model, as she had a thin waist, decently large breasts, and wide hips that held her thick rear.
“The aliens?” Busho clarified to the woman, “Tanktop Master and Sweet Mask went to handle them, did they not?”
Busho couldn’t see the need for concern yet - Tanktop Master was an S-Class hero, even if he was one of the weaker ones. There were very rarely any monsters that an S-Class hero couldn’t handle alone - well, very rarely any monsters that came to Harro without an invitation at least - and he had the top-ranking A-Class hero assisting him. Sweet Mask wasn’t just any A-Class hero either - he could’ve easily been promoted to S-Class, but the man made a point of acting as a barrier to S-Class, as he wouldn’t let anyone weaker than him be promoted.
“T-They did, sir, but, um,” Hana was breathing slightly heavy from running to the meeting room, and her hands were flailing around nervously, “M-Metal Knight has just intercepted them outside of City A!”
“They’re here?” Busho shot up in his chair, his face hardening as he realized what kind of situation it was, “What happened to Tanktop Master and Sweet Mask? Damn it, actually, just throw up Metal Knight’s cameras, Jin!”
“On it!” Jinruzen nodded quickly, leaning forward over the holographic table and tapping on it quickly. The flat surface lit up, bright blue streaks of light covering it.
“It’s a good thing Metal Knight is here,” Busho hissed, leaning forward over the table as well. The S-Class Hero always kept multiple of his many robots around City A in case a monster appeared nearby, and luckily, he had agreed to implement a camera into the main robot he used, which he called his ‘Battle Robot.’
“I-I should warn you, Sir, it’s, um…” Hana’s face paled as she spoke, not meeting Busho's eyes, “It’s… not a good sight.”
“Metal Knight is accepting the connection, Busho!” Jinruzen called, tapping on the table again as the hologram shifted.
“Not a good sight?” Busho asked curiously, not understanding what she meant.
“W-Well, Sir, the aliens are, um…”
The hologram solidified, showcasing a group of figures from Metal Knight’s camera.
“C-Carrying the dead bodies of the heroes, sir.”
Busho’s eyes went wide as he stared at the image, his hand clenching. At the front of the group stood a tall, lengthy, and muscular man. Chucked over his shoulder was the presumably dead body of Tanktop Master. Next to him, a smaller but still muscular woman had the corpse of Lightning Max under one arm and the headless corpse of One Shotter under the other.
Finally, next to the tall man in the middle was a much smaller woman, who looked like a true monster as she was coated head-to-toe in blood. By her side, she was lazily holding the decapitated head of Sweet Mask by his long blue hair.
“...They seem to have taken hostages too, Sir,” Hana said darkly, referring to the group of heroes standing amongst the aliens, most of whom seemed to be part of the Blizzard Group.
“Put out a call,” Busho said, his eyes wide as he stared at the corpses, “Recall every S-Class hero there is. And update the damn threat level!”
“Y-You mean…” Hana trailed off nervously, and Busho nodded.
“We have a God-level threat on our hands.”
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10 Minutes Earlier
“I, um… I think you might have to kill me,” Mizuki said bluntly, her face pale as she looked like she was about to puke, “I don’t think I can defend you guys… I-I’ve seen monsters be killed before, e-even human-looking ones, but…”
“T-The A-Class heroes are.. D-dead! Just like that!” Mumen Rider muttered in disbelief. Behind him, Mountain Ape was actually puking as Eyelashes stared in equal terror.
“This is what happens when someone never learned to control their strength,” Celia explained, her eyes boring into a certain Saiyan's side to ensure no one mistook who that ‘someone’ was.
“Stop looking at me like it’s my fault!” Caulifla huffed, glaring at Celia.
“It is your fault,” Was Celia’s bland reply.
“Nope! It’s not my fault at all!”
“Oh, so his head just magically disconnected from his body as you were about to kick him?” Celia raised an eyebrow at Caulifla, her voice full of sarcasm.
“Nope, I kicked his head off,” Caulifla admitted honestly, “But that doesn’t mean it’s my fault!”
“Then whose fault could it possibly be?” Celia deadpanned, which showed just how seriously she was taking the situation. Gray didn’t even know she could make that expression.
“His!” Caulifla pointed down to the headless body of Sweet Mask, “Gray, tell this pansy for me! When you’re as strong as we are, it’s the weakling’s job to get out of our way! It’s his fault for being in front of me!”
“No, it’s one hundred percent your fault,” Gray replied dryly, not giving in to Caulifla’s reasoning as he stared at the bloody corpse. He turned his gaze to the other now deceased hero, then looked over at Fasha with a raised eyebrow.
“Was that an accident, too?”
“Nah, I killed him. I’m not a little school girl with a crush who can’t admit it,” Fasha didn’t even try to hide it, just shrugging at his accusation, “Fucking quick bastard pissed me off. He shouldn’t have been running around so much! Once I caught him, I couldn’t resist smashing his face in.”
Well, this is what happens when you send Saiyans on a mission.
At Gray’s feet were now three corpses and one barely living hero. In the far distance, Gray could barely see the lifeless body of One Shotter, as his head had literally been evaporated by Gray’s Ki-bullet.
That one was my fault, but…
Closer to the group, at Gray’s feet, was Sweet Mask’s headless corpse. When Gray had gone forward to challenge the three heroes, his squad hadn’t just sat there and watched him.
It’s a nice gesture, really, that they have my back, but…
They couldn’t have known that Gray could handle all three men on his own, as they didn’t have built-in scouters in the form of a game system, and Gray hadn’t given them any time to use their actual scouters.
I wish they could hold back a bit.
Caulifla had chosen Sweet Mask as her target, and through the short, very short, battle between herself and the hero, it became apparent that Sweet Mask hadn’t put all his hypothetical stat points into END. In fact, he hadn’t put many in END at all. He was fast, and his attacks seemed pretty strong, but it had taken a whole two blows for him to die.
One to the gut, and then a swinging roundhouse kick - a sequence that Gray felt a bit proud of, as he had been the one who taught Caulifla that move - which knocked his head off. Literally - his head was ripped straight off his body in a gory explosion, resulting in a fountain of blood pouring onto Caulifla and making her look like a sexy and kind of cute demon straight from hell.
The next hero to die had been Max, officially known as ‘Lightning Max’, who had found himself under the wrath of both Fasha and Raditz. Apparently, his face was rather punchable, as the muscular Saiyans had been arguing over who would fight him while actively chasing the speedster around. Once he had finally been caught, Fasha had pounded his face into a bloody and bruised pulp.
The final of three heroes was the only non-dead one, as Gray had just beaten Tanktop Hero into submission. The muscular giant of a man was unconscious, his body sporting more than a small amount of bruises and a fair bit of blood.
“C-Crush?! What are you talking about?!” Caulifla’s uncharacteristic stuttering and blushing face didn’t do her any favors, “F-Fine! I’ll admit it too! I killed him, but it’s your fault, Gray! You made it sound like we were supposed to kill them!”
“I was being badass!” Gray said defensively, “It’s called a one-liner. Can a guy not be badass in front of the…”
Gray trailed off as he glanced over at the steel-faced Fubuki, cutting himself off before the word ‘hoes’ came out of his mouth. He figured the woman wouldn’t appreciate that certain phrase.
Though, would she even know what it means? Do they have hoes on Harro?
Well, obviously they did, but he meant more if they used that verbage.
“You shoulda warned me, then!” Caulifla shouted back, “You sounded all threatening, and it was pretty badass! You had me all riled up, so I kicked him as hard as I could!”
“We’re trying to work with the Hero Association,” Gray countered, “I wasn’t actually going to kill them! That’s the opposite of how we get them to listen to us.”
“Maybe you want to work with the Hero Association, but I say we just blow them up!” Caulifla countered with a smirk, “Back me up here, Kale! If it’s two S-Class recruits against one, then we can do our plan!”
“Um…” Kale glanced at Caulifla, then back to Gray, “I… think we should do what Gray says.”
“K-Kale?! You traitor!” Caulifla gasped in mock betrayal.
“M-May you rest in peace…” Asia said cutely to Gray's side, pulling his attention away from Caulifla as she bowed slightly to the corpse of Lightning Max.
Aww, that’s kind of-
Gray blinked as Max twitched on the ground, gasping slightly as he coughed out a glob of blood.
…Either he wasn’t dead, or Asia’s cuteness revived him.
Gray assumed the former, but the second option wasn’t impossible. Asia was really cute.
“Alright, now it’s only two dead heroes!” Gray nodded approvingly, looking over at Fubuki, “Fifty percent success rate. That’s good enough, right?”
“No,” Fubuki shot him down bluntly, groaning as she stared down at her feet, “Hey, can you do me a favor? Can you at least tell the Association you were holding me hostage? Because I think they’ll kill me if I try to mediate for you.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you,” Gray grinned at her, patting her on the shoulder, “I care a lot about you, y’know? I’ll die before I let anyone hurt…”
“W-What?! We just met, what are you…” Fubuki blushed deeply at his words, staring up into his eyes with an open mouth, “A-And I could never be with a-”
“My portable gravity chamber with huge tits,” Gray finished, patting her shoulder and causing Fubuki’s words to die in her mouth, “Like, I’ve been really wanting a gravity chamber, and you’re a portable one. Not only that, but you got huge tits? This is possibly the best invention in the history of inventions.”
Oooh, should I use the dragon balls to buy a super-strong gravity chamber? I’d have nowhere to put it, though. That’ll have to wait until after I kill Frieza, or at least take over Planet Vegeta.
“D-Did you just call me an invention? And what the hell is a gravity chamber-”
“Alright, enough standing around,” Gray clapped his hands, cutting her off and drawing all the attention to him. “Celia, grab that one. I’ll take the big guy, Caulifla, you take your head, and we’ll pick up the other one on the way. Bringing the bodies in for burial should get us some brownie points, right?”
“Wrong,” Fubuki said bluntly, but Gray ignored her.
“My head? Why does it have to be my head?” Caulifla whined, staring at Sweet Mask’s skull, “It’s gross, and I usually don’t mind gross things, but his face is pissing me off even when he’s dead.”
“It’s your head because you killed him,” Celia answered for Gray, and Caulifla sighed as she leaned down and grabbed the head.
“Now,” Gray hummed, turning toward where they had been walking before the trio of heroes interrupted them, “To the Hero Association!”
They won’t be too pissed about a couple of bodies, right?
…
…
…
Right?
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Gray Tanaki:
[Saiyan S-Class Squad Captain]
Age: 18
Wallet: 20,218,020 Coins
Lvl: 24 (11,603,942/15,000,000 XP)
PL: 6.7 Billion
Available Points: 1,750
HP: 2,979,825/2,995,000
TKI: 3,410,250/3,591,475
TMP: 570/570
STR: 2010
AGI: 2235
END: 1490
INT: 1525
CHA: 1245
LUK: 1345
KI: 2355
MP: 570
HREG: 1470
EREG: 1500
Skills: [Observe LVL 10], [Running LVL 20], [Determination LVL 22], [Ki Control LVL 20], [Ki Gun LVL 18]. [Ki Enhancement LVL 15], [KI Suppression LVL 14], [Ki Sense LVL 15], [Pushup LVL 20], [Punch LVL 25], [Kick LVL 23], [Jump LVL 20], [Flight LVL 15], [Prediction LVL 12], [Zenkai Boost LVL 6], [Cognitive Acceleration LVL 15], [Ah! Lord Freiza! LVL 7], [Mouth-Beam LVL 11], [Ki-Blade LVL 14], [Cooking LVL 10], [Ki Barrage LVL 16], [Ki Explosion LVL 10], [Ki Vision LVL 9], [Attack Boost LVL 5], [Swimming LVL 11], [Clothes Materialization LVL 1], [Seal of Weakening LVL 7], [Portal Creation LVL 2], [Lie Detection LVL 4], [Reflect LVL 10], [Instant-Transmission LVL 7], [Healing LVL 8], [Multi-Form LVL 7], [Gigantification LVL 2], [Tracking MP Blast LVL 1], [MP Conversion LVL 12]
Perks: [Gamer’s Mind], [Gamer’s Body], [Double-edged Sword], [Legendary Super Saiyan], [Perfect Ozaru], [A Cute Pawn], [A Humble Master], [Ladies Man]
Fighting Styles: [Boxing Style: Kolra LVL 4], [Fighting Style: Broly LVL 5]
Party: [Empty]
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Comments
Travis100
I think Gray has kind of gone for too many life and death scenarios that he has forgotten how to be a civil person
Lana12 Lana12
… what are they gonna say? “ Oopsies. I killed a few of your top heroes. They are just so soft”
