MHA: Sword God

"This...this..." Big Horn opened his mouth and exclaimed again and again.

"My quirk allows me to shrink things. I shrank the dishes and tables I prepared in advance, and then enlarged them when I tool them here, but I am old and useless. After only shrinking a few things, I am already a little tired."

The butler took out a white handkerchief and wiped his forehead and explained.

"I have learned a lot in my life. The world of rich people is really not what we poor people can imagine."

Tetsuo's heart fluctuated a lot and he glanced vaguely at the housekeeper, revealing some awe.

Then, without looking at Ken again, he rushed to the long table.

He had used hus quirk too much, and now he was hungry.

However, it was not just him, the few men in uniforms who had been lying on the ground pretending to be dead also got up one after another, ignoring the stunned eyes of their companions, and they directly started grabbing the food.

"It was hell. That kid is a monster, leaving a few holes in me. Fortunately, I reacted quickly, and fell to the ground, so the kid didn't continue to attack me."

"What's so special about that? That kid left a small wound on my body and kicked me, so I fell on the ground decisively."

Many big guys were stunned for a while.

Even Tetsuo blinked his eyes, and looked at these big guys who had gotten up from the ground and were teasing each other.

"You bastard! I was working hard, while you guys were pretending to be dead and resting."

"I was thinking why the battle was getting more and more into a stalemate. It turns out that was because of you guys."

The group was agitated, but they didn't say much but walked towards the two guys who had just spoken.

Seven or eight big guys surrounded the two big guys who had just ridiculed each other, all rubbing their fists.

At the same time, Ken was holding a soft sword and staggering towards the villa.

He liked fighting, but he didn't like to participate in crowded occasions.

And at this moment, the 'Super Healing' was estimated to have been applied to the limit, so the smell of alcohol permeating from his body was almost suffocating.

He felt like his head was buried under a mountain.

Suddenly, Ken shook his head and raised the sword in his hand.

The silver-white soft sword was bent more than a hundred degrees, and with a 'swish', it curled into a blind spot like a whip.

"It's me!" With a hint of panic, a familiar female voice suddenly exclaimed.

Looking at the silver-white sword tip that stopped at the center of her eyebrows, Momo took a deep breath.

She cast a blank glance at the confused Ken, and then shook her head violently, fading the feeling in her heart.

She panicked and came to Ken and helped Ken towards the villa.

"Who did my dad ask for help? In the first day, his condition is this bad."

Looking at Ken, it looked as if he was not wearing anything.

Momo saw one after another calluses, and scars on his bare body and she frowned and complained.

In the middle of the night, Ken opened his eyes in a daze, but a uniform breathing suddenly caught his attention.

For a moment, looking at Momo lying on his stomach in the bed, Ken was slightly stunned.

Her long black hair was draped like a waterfall, and her side face under the moonlight was even more white and translucent.

"So beautiful!" Ken praised from the bottom of his heart.

After another glance, Ken almost understood the pajamas he put on and the quilt covering him.

Ken crawled out of the quilt and came to Momo cautiously. He gently picked up her body.

Her well-developed body was unexpectedly light, and a faint fragrance entered Ken's nose.

Ken suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and put Momo on the bed.

He then covered her with a quilt, came to the window sill, and took a look at the big guys lying upside down in the garden, and showed a smile.

He slowly closed the curtains.

In the middle of the night, a ghostly figure shuttled through the street.

Before long, Ken arrived at a familiar house, and his mouth raised slightly.

He was unexpectedly sober when he woke up in the middle of the night, and he endured the temptation of Momo with great difficulty.

Feeling restless, he sneaked over from the cellar.

This was Mitsuru's home. If Ken remembered correctly, Mitsuru's bedroom was on the second floor by the window.

With his right hand slightly supported on the wall, Ken's entire body was swung onto the second floor of the private house.

Looking at the open window, Ken couldn't help but feel grateful. He tiptoed and went inside.

Looking at the green-haired girl lying quietly on the bed, Ken smiled.

When he came to the bed, Ken laid down very consciously.

He manipulated his body very delicately, making only a subtle sound.

However, Ken still underestimated the sensitivity of the girl, especially since the girl had been 'injured'.

Looking at the pair of slightly opened and panicked eyes, Ken took his finger to her mouth.

"Shhh, don't talk, sleep quietly."

Without a word for a night, Ken and the green-haired girl laid quietly on the bed.

If Ken's unquiet right hand, the green-haired girl's frowning brow and the humming noises from time to time were ignored, then this night could be seen as a beautiful and peaceful night.