Tobirama Senju: "No! On the contrary, I think the first floor is right. Anyone with even the slightest wicked intentions should be completely eliminated to avoid creating an even greater threat."
Akainu: "Correct! I agree with the person above. Justice should be the kind that tolerates not even the slightest falsehood."
Jiraiya: "I think that, regardless of whether someone is good or bad, we should listen more to what they're thinking first. After figuring out the reason, making a decision would be best."
Katakuri: "My intuition over the years tells me that this person is not actually bad. Perhaps he only has a slightly distorted view in his heart. As long as it is corrected, it should be fine."
Aokiji: "Maybe his thinking isn't wrong, but I can't agree with his methods. No matter how badly he wants to prove something, he can't gamble with other people's lives. And these were his fellow disciples who trained alongside him for years."
Tobirama Senju: "Perhaps this person is just like certain red-eyed people. He merely disguised himself for a short period of time. Deep down, his nature is still corrupt."
Izuna Uchiha: "Tobirama, say that again if you dare. Stop pushing everything onto us Uchiha. And what the hell do you mean by 'red-eye disease'? I think you're just jealous you don't have it."
Tobirama Senju: "Huh? Me, jealous of you? Don't make me laugh. Do I need to envy you people?"
Izuna Uchiha: "If you've got the guts, come fight me one-on-one!"
Tobirama Senju: "Heh. A defeated opponent. You think I have to do whatever you tell me? I spit on that!"
Professor Oak: "All right, all right, everyone, stop arguing. Why don't we keep watching first before making a judgment?"
Professor Oak's good-natured persuasion clearly had some effect. This time, everyone stopped saying more and shifted their gazes back to the screen.
At this moment, inside the screen, the scene changed.
The site of the Hero Association recruitment event.
Hundreds of people of all shapes and appearances stood there, each of them waiting eagerly for the organizer to announce the list of successful applicants.
"Hmph. Ridiculous. A mob like this actually has the nerve to become heroes."
The voice was not loud, but it instantly silenced the previously noisy crowd. Everyone turned toward the source of the voice, wanting to see who was so arrogant that he dared look down on everyone present.
Garou had his eyes closed, arms folded across his chest, completely unconcerned with the gazes of the crowd.
Because just as he had said, they were all nothing but a disorganized mob.
"Hey, brat. With those skinny arms and legs of yours, you dare act so arrogant? Today, I, Wild Detective, will represent justice and teach you what it means to respect others!"
At that moment, a burly man forced his way through the crowd and arrived before Garou with a savage grin on his face.
His expression was full of disdain. He kept flexing his fingers, producing crisp cracking sounds one after another.
Looking at Garou, who was half a head shorter than him, he was already calculating in his mind how he should toy with the other party.
However, fantasy was beautiful.
Reality was always cruel.
Just as the burly man was still immersed in his own imagination, Garou slowly raised his head. The corner of his mouth curled upward, revealing a row of chilling teeth.
In the next instant, Garou attacked first.
As his arm swung, afterimages appeared. A fast, accurate, and ruthless knife-hand strike slammed directly into the burly man's neck.
Boom!
With only one move, the burly man felt his vision suddenly go black. Then his entire body lost control and collapsed to the ground, creating a loud crash.
Everyone stared blankly at this scene.
Then, when they looked at Garou again, they all retreated several steps in unison.
It seemed no one was willing to provoke this fiend.
However, there was someone who was not only unafraid, but even somewhat angry.
As the A-Class hero ranked 34th, known as Heavy Tank Loincloth, he was extremely dissatisfied with Garou's behavior.
He believed Garou's reckless attack had not only violated the principles of being a hero, but had also seriously challenged his presence.
Immediately, he slowly stepped down from the organizer's platform and shouted loudly toward Garou,
"Hey, you silver-haired brat! You dare do something like that right in front of me? You really don't take me seriously at all, do you?"
The moment his words fell, Garou turned around and looked at the fierce-looking bald man. Once again, a bloodthirsty smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Then, without answering, he moved quickly and appeared directly behind the bald man. Aiming at the man's back, he threw a punch.
How fast was Garou's fist?
Before Heavy Tank Loincloth could react, a piercing pain came from his back. Then, like a cannonball, he was sent flying into a distant wall.
This time, the crowd panicked and scattered in all directions, fleeing into the distance.
Looking at the panicked people running away, Garou felt an indescribable sense of pleasure rise in his heart.
These hypocritical people who called themselves heroes had finally revealed their true nature under the threat of death!
Since that was the case, then he, Garou, would represent true villains and resolve these fake people.
After thinking this, Garou grinned and began his hunt.
For the next full ten minutes, the entire recruitment event had practically turned into a battlefield of slaughter.
When Garou stopped again, everywhere he looked, there were people groaning in pain.
Garou wiped the bloodstains from his face, then looked directly at the organizer, who had long since been frightened stiff, and said,
"Hey, whoever you are, listen carefully. From today onward, I officially declare myself a human monster. I will hunt every hero. You all should take a good look at just how pathetic these so-called heroes really are!"
After saying that, he did not linger any longer and immediately left in a carefree manner.
He did not care about the Hero Association at all.
His purpose in coming here had only been to see just what level of strength this so-called recruitment event had.
And now, he was going to carry out his role as a villain, challenge those world-famous S-Class heroes, and defeat them all!
After Garou left, the organizer finally dared to pick up the phone and report the situation to the higher-ups.
On a park bench, a snot-nosed little boy with a watermelon-shaped haircut was reading the hero guidebook in his hands with great interest.
All that remained was to wait for the higher-ups to issue their judgment.
"Hey, kid. That hero guidebook in your hands looks pretty interesting. Can you lend it to me for a few days?"
At that moment, Garou appeared silently behind him and spoke.
His idea was very simple.
Now that he had declared himself a human monster and would go on to hunt all kinds of heroes, looking at the hero guidebook in the child's hands made Garou reveal a smile.
After all, he had spent a very long time cultivating in the dojo and knew almost nothing about the heroes of this world.
And the hero guidebook in the hands of this watermelon-headed boy was undoubtedly something that could help him understand the characteristics of various heroes as quickly as possible.
That was why he asked to borrow it for a few days.
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