Hearing this, Fubuki was stunned.
Didn't Akira just kill one, two, three, four, five, six... Deep Sea Tribe monsters? At most, he's A-Class. An S-Class Hero, ranked fourth, wants to fight an A-Class Hero?
It sounded utterly ridiculous.
"No need."
"You can't beat me?"
"If we fight, there will definitely be casualties, and that's what I don't want to see."
Atomic Samurai thought for a moment, then handed his sword to Akira. "Use this sword and casually cut something. I can see your past from the slash you make."
Akira found these words a bit familiar. He drew the sword and made a casual slash.
It was a really ordinary slash—just a normal swing of the sword.
As a result, Atomic Samurai stood rooted to the spot, completely stunned.
"Impossible!"
"Impossible—how can someone be born in Rome?"
"Impossible. Give me back the sword."
Clatter.
Akira sheathed the sword and tossed it back.
Atomic Samurai left without a word. The expression on his face was uncontrollable, filled with immense surprise.
Akira could somewhat understand Atomic Samurai's words. After all, his Mastery of Swordsmanship had truly been perfected in one day. What else could that be but being born in Rome? Moreover, his mastery was already perfect, but due to the limitations of his basic stats, he still couldn't unleash Dragon-level slashes.
Currently, Akira felt that his strength should be in the upper-middle range of Dragon-level. After all, he was well-rounded in every aspect, capable of striking enemies effectively whether or not he wielded a weapon. Furthermore, he possessed powerful skills. With the dual effects of God's Hand and Bystander, he should be able to handle Dragon-level monsters relatively easily.
Seeing Atomic Samurai walk away with a look of utter disbelief, Fubuki deeply felt Akira's formidable power. But she wasn't sure exactly where his power lay, because in her opinion, it was nothing more than an ordinary sword swing—something she felt she could also do.
"Atomic Samurai must have been dealt a blow."
"Dealt a blow? Are you sure you're not joking?"
Akira smiled, then turned and walked into the villa. "You already have the answer yourself. Why are you still asking me?"
Fubuki followed. "You lost, Mr. Akira."
"Impossible!"
Akira was very confident. He had done everything; the witnesses were there. The news was just a bit delayed, which was normal. After all, someone capable of instantly killing a Dragon-level monster had appeared. The Hero Association would also treat it cautiously.
"Hmph~!"
Fubuki seemed to understand Mr. Akira's concerns and said coldly, "If you don't want to be my subordinate, that's fine. As long as you join the Fubuki Group, I'll consider your agreement fulfilled."
Akira shook his head. "Wait two days. Maybe the Hero Association has blocked the news. They haven't even released the news of the Deep Sea Tribe's landing this time. Do you think they'll truthfully announce the Deep Sea King's information?"
Fubuki absolutely agreed with what Mr. Akira said. She had been a bit too impatient. But she still said in a noble voice, "Alright, I'll give Mr. Akira face and wait a few more days. But these few days must have a deadline. Three days."
Akira went to the refrigerator, took out a can of soda, and handed it to Fubuki. Then he twisted open a can for himself.
Fubuki used her psychic power to twist hers open. The liquid instantly sprayed out. However, all the sprayed soda gathered together and did not splash onto her.
"I didn't shake it!"
"I believe you, Mr. Akira."
Saying she believed him, Fubuki's expression and tone clearly conveyed, "I understand. I know everything."
After the typhoon passed, large areas had been "attacked by the typhoon." Especially the super-rich district—being the primary battlefield—was almost uninhabitable. Akira's area was much better, especially the properties around him, which were particularly well-preserved.
"The headquarters' order has come down. The logistics department will intervene to clean up. Three days. After three days, I will come to find you again, Mr. Akira."
Fubuki rested in the villa until dark, then reminded him with a confident air.
The more certain she was now, the more spectacular her expression would be after knowing the truth. Although this matter had been initiated by Mr. Akira, if someone insisted on giving it, he couldn't do anything about it.
"Okay. I look forward to meeting you in three days."
Seeing Mr. Akira's smile, Fubuki confidently believed that he was putting on a brave face. She smiled charmingly. "See you then."
Stepping on the gas pedal, the sports car's taillights gradually disappeared from Mr. Akira's sight.
Only after the sky completely darkened did the Hero Association's logistics department begin to operate—things flying in the sky, things running on the ground. They only completely quieted down when Mr. Akira picked up his phone.
Knowing that the Eroge was directly projecting his body, Mr. Akira didn't even bother to make his bed and directly started the game in a closed room.
Instantly, Mr. Akira disappeared from the room.
Suou Yuki was sick.
A cold. She had a fever for two days and only slightly improved today.
"Miss, your condition has only slightly improved. You should stay home and rest, not run around outside."
Kimishima Ayano followed beside Suou Yuki, very puzzled. Ever since Suou Yuki had been sent back by the "Hero," she had developed a strong aversion to electronic products at home—she even wanted to buy a new phone. Now that her condition had just improved a bit, she wanted to go out, which was completely different from before.
"I've just been home for too long and want to go out for a walk."
"Then do you want to put on another layer of clothes?"
"Cough cough~!"
Suou Yuki coughed twice, put on the clothes, then said, "Ayano, don't move. Let me hug you."
Kimishima Ayano stood still, letting Suou Yuki hug and snuggle her.
Sure enough, it was still comfortable, warm, and safe in "Brother's" embrace—making one unable to help but want to...
But she really didn't expect "Brother" to become the sixth seat of the Hero Association. Was he going to directly confront S-Class Hero Metal Knight? What he had said that day clearly implied that Metal Knight had a problem. So after she returned home, she tried to avoid using electronic products.
Going out for a walk today was also because she wanted to see "Brother" after leaving the monitored area of her home. She really didn't know how many days it had been since she last saw her good sister, and whether "Brother" would miss her dearly.
However, there was one thing she was very concerned about now. "Ayano, what good things did you secretly eat? How did you suddenly develop?"
"Besides daily meals, I haven't eaten anything extra."
Kimishima Ayano became even more curious. Ordinarily, Suou Yuki wouldn't care about such things.
"Alright, never mind. You go back first. I'll walk around nearby and then go back."
Saying that, Suou Yuki let go of Kimishima Ayano, turned, and walked toward a nearby park, sneezing on the way.
"Miss really is something. I'll quietly follow her!"