In almost every context, the word "Chief" has practically stood for a symbol of the head. The head warriors, the leaders, the war chief. All that sort of stuff. It could also just show the shortening of the word "Chieftain," which, informally used, simply means one with power in an organization.
Take, for example, the Hero Association, and the Monster Association.
Both of these are incredibly powerful organizations with their fair share of destructive beasts that have power far beyond the scope of human imagination. Those chieftains, those in power, those who bear the power of demigods or even gods themselves, those would be the chiefs of each association, or rather, the chieftains.
You see how many times the word "Chief" has popped up in the past three paragraphs? Take a shot every time, and you'll likely get drunk in some way, shape, or form. If you really wanna mess yourself up, take a shot for every time you see the word "Chief" appear in the entire section, including any word including "Chief," like "Chieftain."
Now, think about it. There are a ton, and I mean a ton, chieftains in both associations. For all intents and purposes, just think of them as the cream of the crop. Granted, there are still absolute legendary powers in both Associations that won't be mentioned, such as the high A-Class heroes or those who are considered Demon-level monsters in the Monster Association.
Here, the chieftains for each would be the S-Class, and the cadres. Pretty obvious, when you think about it. Who else would it be? Would it be the lower support team, or the fodder that was used to only distract and gather intel of the heroes on?
Obviously not. Duh.
So, of course, in the end, the battle would ultimately fall between those two groups. It's not like there would be any external third-party that could throw a wrench into either party's plans, or any person that the Monster Association didn't know about, and thus didn't account for.
Oh, wait. There was one. Well, that's for later.
Now, here's the thing. Informally speaking, the word "Chieftain" commonly just refers to a strong member of an organization, an important one. It could refer to an executive, a high-ranking general in an army, or the vice-president of the anime club. As long as it's a high-ranking member of an organization, it can probably be used informally in that context, though you may receive some weird looks for even using the word in the first place.
So...the person, or the small group of people who are about the chieftains, who hold even more power, either individually or collectively, what would you call them?
A chief, of course. Chiefs. They may not be the leader of the organization in question, but they're certainly the most powerful one. For example, the Roman Senate could be considered the Chiefs of Rome, before Rome shit the bed and screwed themselves over.
Now, the chiefs of the Monster Organization would be Orochi and Psykos, and to an extent, Black Sperm considering his immense power.
The Hero Association, however, has Tornado, and in whatever case that would draw him out, Blast. It's pretty known, however, that Blast mostly isn't considered a viable strategy for victory anymore, and for good reason.
And of course, the public weapon that the Monster Organization was simply unaware of, thinking him as their secret weapon.
The one that the public hates, that humanity pretty much views as an enemy, yet a hero to the aware.
Standing above the corpse of the Monster King, walking off in search of the leader, he whistled, somewhat bored. With his hands fiddling around with his outfit, making sure that the yellow and red hadn't been stained with any concrete powder that'd still been lying around, he'd searched around and thought that there were no results of his search.
Earnestly speaking, he was a weapon without control, one that the Hero Association had, but could not control. Similar to Blast, but they at least had some contact with him. They just didn't know whether or not he would follow directions to a tee, but that whatever mission he'd be sent on would be carried out eventually.
However, a weapon that could be properly directed, albeit at the potential cost of a few sorry interns who'd happened to cross her, was Tornado.
To the public, she was the most powerful active hero in the entire Hero Association. So powerful that even the Monster Organization required a specific section of their plan just to deal with her.
Practically speaking, along with the secret weapon of the Hero Association that they didn't even know they had, Tornado and him were the present chiefs.
And they were the two to take down for the Monster Organization to truly have the biggest chance of victory.
And the ones to take down for the Hero Association?
The cadres. Who else is there to take down after the two chiefs of the Monster Organization seem to have fallen, after all?
The legend of the obese.
A title given to him by fellow enthusiasts of food, so much so that some of them turn into monsters. One who eats banquets as appetizers, entire buffets as entrées, and coves of sweets for dessert.
However, among the elite fatties of the world, none of them have the gall to eat monsters. One commonly assumed reason would be that it's out of genuine fear for their health, despite their clear disregard for their health anyways due to the ginormous amount of fat stored on their body. Another would be their potential disdain for the taste of monsters. After all, there are so many that it's unlikely that any two would taste the same, and eating food's about enjoyment for these people.
Of course, this only applies to the majority of the elite fatties.
Not the legend of the obese.
Pig God. A name given to him by the Hero Association, though one that almost everyone felt fit him wholeheartedly. Rumored to have the highest physical defense mechanisms other than regeneration and alternate methods such as psychic barriers among all the heroes, there are few who could even hope to find anything but sheer fat.
Furthermore, it's commonly known that he is almost impervious to all forms of damage. Bullets are quickly stopped by the wall, punches are absorbed and flow across the body like a pebble dropping in a pond, and elemental damage such as fire means nothing when it is extinguished in a flash, the hero moving surprisingly quickly for someone of his height.
Even some of the other heroes had been surprised by his invulnerability. One time, it'd been a competition between the various hero classes to see if they could possibly deal damage to the monstrous hero, each class like a weight class in boxing. The C-Class took on the C-Class, B-Class with B-Class, and so on. Yet, at the end, the question popped up.
How do we hurt him?
Of course, the C-Class had no idea how to approach the situation. The one that was given most credit was Mumen Rider solely because of his relentless effort, though the actual strongest rated attack from Pig God was surprisingly Tank Top Tiger.
In the B-Class, it'd been a surprise for Pig God to give the award to Darkness Blade rather than members of the Blizzard Bunch. He'd given props to Fubuki for her ability to stop his movement for half a minute, and some credit to Mountain Ape for his punches causing some ripples, but Darkness Blade cut some fat, only for it to fold onto itself again. It didn't cause any damage, but it worked somewhat as an attack.
The A-Class was unsurprising. Amai Mask. Pig God only grunted in acknowledgement, having expected from the result, but gave him a few words of praise. He was unable to truly cause some pain to the hero, but had something happen.
Pig God took a short step back. That's about it.
Yet, when it came to the S-Class, that's where the surprise came. Puri Puri Prisoner rained down on him with fists repeatedly, deathly intent to him only leading to a few steps back. Tank Top Master's tackle had a similar effect before he couldn't push much further.
Metal Bat, surprisingly, after being mutilated heavily from Tornado's request, was able to swing hard enough to get some liftoff from Pig God, sending him off the ground for a second or two.
Superalloy Darkshine, Bang, Child Emperor, Zombieman, Genos, and even Drive Knight struggled to find a way to approach the problem, the last one using five different transformations in an experiment only to find out that nothing truly fazed him. Genos' fire had no impact, Child Emperor's gadgets did nothing, and even Darkshine's monstrous blow only sent Pig God moving similarly to Metal Bat's swing.
Tornado, Saitama, and King all requested they sit out from the competition. It wasn't understood, but generally accepted by the S-Class.
Simply put, he was a practically immovable object that would require an unstoppable force to truly defeat.
It'd take more than a group of people to take him down. It'd take something with the strength of an army.
"N-No..." the monster squeaked out, backing against the corner of the wall. "T-There's no way!"
It watched Pig God slurp down another monster with ease, his jaw extending far beyond the normal human range of motion.
"T-There...h-he can't've!" It screamed, howling in fear as the gigantic man turned his attention towards the monster. Trying to escape, it tried crawling between his legs and under him, but the wall of fat got in its way, effectively trapping him in.
Within a few seconds, the head of the lizard monster was well into the stomach of the man, the last half of its tail already on its way.
Not too bad... Pig God thought to himself, his mouth closing around the last bit of tail. That one was a little too salty, though.
As he lifted his fingers to look at the scales embedded within them, he hummed, before blinking as he watched two sets of straight, pearly white teeth closing in front of him, darkness consuming him.
The prodigy above all.
Many would consider the genius child an odd fit for the S-Class. In fact, there were some who were dissenting the choice to take him into the S-Class, given his age. It was just discussed among those who were either envious or cynical that he just shouldn't be there. That his efforts and achievements were all just handed to him on a silver platter.
Through all his gadgetry, studying, and careful analysis of the enemy, he and his backpack are simply an ever-growing arsenal that can end up dealing with any situation, the only limit to his power being his brain and the laws of the universe. That's it. As long as the possible power falls into where those two things overlap, Child Emperor can and will end up having some interpretation of that power just for the sake of protecting the people.
From gadgets that focus on freezing any enemy, suicide distractions, nanometer-long bots to actively collect data on a monster, all the way to a rumored time travel device that the public believe he may be experimenting on for the nearby future, Child Emperor's list of gadgets is continuously expanding.
And unlike other geniuses, which are mostly heralded for their specialization in a field such as mathematics or the arts, Child Emperor's made it evident that he has no such weaknesses, no chinks in his defense. Any field, he's delved into heavily and drawn out even the most minute of details simply for the sake of improving his designs.
Even nature itself, he's drawn power from. From a bot that causes minor earthquakes to one that affects the weather in a small area to the point of affecting overall humidity for a monster's weakness, Child Emperor brings everything to the table, and similar to one like Drive Knight, preferred to know one's weaknesses and strength before riding into battle.
Unfortunately, with the lack of the cybernetic hero's presence, that data had presumably been lost.
As Child Emperor quietly strolled through one of the hallways, he looked down at his communicator in his fingers, hand dirtied and scraped from his conflict with Phoenix Man.
"No messages," A feminine voice came from the communicator, like you'd expect from Siri or Alexa.
He scoffed to himself, stuffing it back in his pocket with a slightly distraught expression on his face, No contact from Atomic Samurai either. The other child he might've mentioned might still need protection. I've gotta check it out.
He put a thumb on his lip, walking down one of the dilapidated stairways, The bulk of the Monster Association's been exhausted, but I've also lost my final weapon. Is it really safe for me not to meet up with the others?
He heard a faint groan to the side, and he casually glanced at it, thinking it was a monster about to die off.
However, right before he dismissed it, a synapse in his brain fired off, causing his head to snap back towards where he heard the noise.
"Iaian! Okamaitachi! Bushidrill!" He called out, hopping over the rusty railing and landing into a crouch on the ground before looking at their positions, sprawled on the ground in defeat. Sprinting up to Iaian, he noticed the cut on his left cheek, blood slowly dripping down the side of his face.
The three sword-masters in A-Class are all down...but there's still a pulse! A small glimmer of hope appeared within him as he placed two fingers on Bushidrill's neck. But...these injuries are pretty severe...
"Ugh...Child Emperor..." he heard Iaian quietly groan behind him. "Are you alone...? This is...pretty bad here..." It looked like he was putting all his effort behind even staying conscious, eyes sharp and expression serious despite his predicament.
"Get away from here now..." he warned, almost coughing up blood. "It's still in the vicinity!"
In an instant, Child Emperor heard a surge of water blast towards him, and he was barely able to duck in time, seeing the jet of water speed past him, cutting into the wall.
"It's here! Run!" Iaian grunted out. "That's one of the cadres! Hurry up and get out of here, kid!"
Child Emperor watched the water leak out from the ceiling a few feet in front of him, mouth gaping at the sight of it, Is this...a living organism?
The hero of the public.
Piles of fan mail, mountains and hills spanning the entire world all being sent to one location: Amai Mask's mailbox. The most popular hero to ever exist, the top of the A-Class was in his own league. He was simply in a different league for the public.
Both a pop idol and a renowned actor, Amai Mask did it all. Supposedly a genius, and to some, a gift from God himself, Amai Mask is present in all sorts of media. Movies, music videos, operas, talk shows, the Hero Association Board, and what he's most well known for...
Hero work. From the efficient wipe out of the left-over aliens to the inclusion of monsters during a show during the Monster Organization raid, Amai Mask's pride and joy comes in his hero work and the delivery of sweet, beautiful justice.
In a legendary and admirable pursuit to protect the people, there is no foe that Amai Mask won't take on, no opponent that he cannot overcome. The hope of the people, it is almost certain that victory is assured.
As one newspaper had put: "Amai Mask, in terms of combat ability, is almost unmatched. He is known to have no official defeats from a monster, a feat currently only matched by the Tornado of Terror herself."
This same newspaper, of course, is one of the most popular, having slandered Saitama multiple times over.
In a nutshell, Amai Mask is what the public thinks of when they think of a perfect hero. The humbly beautiful, powerful, and just hero, Amai Mask.
The only one to have the choices over how heroes are ranked, the only one who can move into the S-Class but chooses not to, the only one to fight as if he were in a dance or a performance, the unstoppable hero.
The beauty.
He scoffed, seeing the bloody remains of Super S on his knee, brushing the skull matter off. Carrying the head of a monster he'd recently defeated, which had still retained its consciousness, he clicked his tongue.
"Heh heh heh..." A grotesque, almost perverted voice came echoing quietly through the hallway. "Found you..." Amai Mask's eyes narrowed, watching something move fast enough to seem like a speeding bullet as it bounced off the walls.
Quite the presence... Amai Mask noted, tossing the head towards the object. I won't give up the upper hand so easily!
The blade that cuts through all.
Rectitude, Courage, Benevolence, Respect, Honor, Honesty, and Loyalty.
These seven virtues dictate what bushido is. What the code of the samurai is. What it truly means to be a master of combat, honor, and a symbol of peace for humanity.
However, Atomic Samurai throws that completely out the window. The samurai code is irrelevant to him. Absolutely useless.
And when you have power beyond power, all that matters is that you bring peace to humanity through your blade. At least, that's what Atomic Samurai believed.
Slash by slash, hundreds of enemies all fall to his blade before they're even aware of their organs splitting. With a sword swing rumored to be faster than Flashy Flash's slice, he is undoubtedly the current best swordsman in the world. Beating out his former comrades turned monster, robots designed specifically for sword combat, and even an alien commander's lieutenant with the help of some of the more...intelligent heroes.
And yet, even with all those achievements and powers of his, there is one secret weapon that he possesses that no other person in the world possesses.
The atomic slash.
Through showering his foe in tens of thousands of attacks, no pieces that remain have more than a gram of mass to them, instantly obliterating them.
To this day, not even splitting enemies have had such a sophisticated regeneration system to overcome the attack.
"Somebody! Help!" He heard a little child call out, a gentle echo to his words.
These words were followed by another voice, "Hey, kid, stop running! I'm just gonna kill ya, plain and simple! You don't gotta make it this hard for me!"
Atomic Samurai huffed, sprinting towards the source of the noise. He grunted, seeing a vague figure followed by another, and decided to go for it.
Swinging at the ground, the compression of air around the blade was sent forward, carving into the ground before the second figure jumped up, dodging the impact.
Atomic Samurai smirked, blade in hand, "The kind, handsome, and charming hero Atomic Samurai has arrived!"
Immortal.
A word often used to describe the detective of the Hero World. The hidden, subtle, almost unrecognizable fighter from the shadows.
If you were to put him in a lineup and asked someone to pick him out from a line of average Joes, unless you didn't know his signature outfit of a trench coat, you wouldn't be able to pick out who Zombieman was. That's just how normal he looked.
Yet, he was anything but normal. With firearms that can send monsters to oblivion, every fight with him is a battle of attrition. One that he always wins.
Impalings, gunshot wounds, explosions, being torn to shreds, crushing machinery, torn in half, flames of hell, anything. Whatever injury you can think of, Zombieman has undoubtedly survived it, and is undoubtedly capable of surviving it.
With a regenerative ability that would put all others to shame, there is no apparent limit to his power. No apparent limit to what he can survive. Even after being torn apart by Tornado, Zombieman was able to regenerate. Granted, the attack put him out of commission for a day or two, but the fact that he even recovered was astounding, prompting Child Emperor to beg and plead for a few days with Zombieman to analyze his body.
The elder hero didn't know how to explain that he came from a lab, and was from the House of Evolution. He couldn't break the kid's heart, especially after how absolutely invested and interested he seemed in his cells. He hadn't seen Child Emperor break a smile like that ever, not even having remembered when his expression was anything more positive than indifference.
As he put out his cigarette on his thigh, he grunted, feeling his head finish coming back to him in a literal manner, sighing.
Walking through a vast area, he hummed as he looked around, feeling a slight vibration before the shaking grew, hearing a quiet thudding noise from somewhere clearly far away.
"This vibration...what's happening?" Zombieman muttered to himself, slinging his axe over his left shoulder. "Have some of the heroes reached an impasse?"
Suddenly, he heard a quiet, subtle voice in his right ear, "Can you really afford being worried with the way that other heroes are being killed?"
Zombieman turned around as fast as he could, only to be met with a blinding light, Wait, when did he-?
An explosive blast came through, though the words reached Zombieman all the same like the explosion wasn't even there: "For example, when you're about to be killed like this?"
An impenetrable wall.
Defense and power, all in one.
While Pig God's defense is so massive that it'd take nothing less than a true monster to get through all of it, it can be defeated if one could have the energy and power to get through it.
Superalloy Darkshine's main difference from Pig God's is the matter of getting through the defense in the first place.
Able to tank whole skyscrapers falling on him without a scratch, with the punches that'd make mountains shrivel in fear, he is undoubtedly one of the strongest people on the world to ever exist. While he may not have the sheer technique that masters such as Silverfang have, the strength alone of his defense surpasses what all known attacks could do to him. It was even rumored that King would be the only one able to injure him.
A tackle that puts Tank Top Master's to shame. Punches that make Puri Puri Prisoner seem like a toddler. Power that grows throughout the battle like Metal Bat. A defense on the same level as Pig God.
All of these powers come together to form the monstrous being that is Superalloy Darkshine, all from the power of muscles.
He stomped onto the ground, causing the hallway around him to shake and some rubble to shift around, new cracks forming.
"Looks like your muscles have been heavily damaged," he observed, looking at the defeated man in front of him. "Who did this to you, Mr. Puri Puri Prisoner?"
Puri Puri Prisoner gently smiled, before his eyes gazed forward, his expression resigned, "Garou has appeared...never have I been in a fight so one-sided before..."
Darkshine quirked an eyebrow, heavily resembling The Rock, before humming in curiosity, "The Hero Hunter..." He looked at the wall that Puri Puri Prisoner had been sent flying through.
Garou was hunched over, hands in the same sort of position that a wolf's claws would be. His clothes were seeming more attached to his body, a more permanent attachment than clothes at this point. His lean body seemed contorted into the fashion of a beast more than a human, eyes holding a murderous glint to them.
"It's not convincing, coming from me..." Puri Puri Prisoner weakly coughed out. "But this was an opponent that I couldn't even scratch...Watch out, Darky..."
"Got it! I will crush Garou on your behalf!"
He stared Garou down, pounding his fists together to hype himself up, "Now...is there an opponent that I, Superalloy Darkshine, can go all out against?"
Chomp!
The set of teeth came down again, this time, causing blood to splatter out like a fountain. Two arms held the top and bottom of the mouth, struggling to keep them open this time.
Entry from Drive Knight's analysis:
Monster: Gums.
Disaster level: Dragon.
The teeth came down on Pig God yet again, this time causing more of the fat to detach from the body.
Description of [Gums]: Driven by its limitless appetite. Devours targets with a bite force capable of crushing heavy machinery and a bottomless stomach.
A strangled grunt came out of Pig God, blood dripping from its chin, his muscles starting to give out.
/
Splash!
Yet another jet of water surged through the air, this time piercing the boy's leg. The freezing bot had given out, and the extensive tools that the prodigy had brought with him had either been used up or exhausted from Phoenix Man.
Entry from Drive Knight's analysis:
Monster: Evil Natural Water
Threat level: Dragon
The pile of water and the pair of eyes engulfed Child Emperor, causing him to clasp his hands over his mouth and nose. Some of the mechanical bits from his backpack started to float out, the water near his leg starting to turn red.
Description of [Evil Natural Water]: A liquid life form that reacts to negative emotions like hostility and hatred. Increases its volume by absorbing water, attacks with water cannons.
C'mon, c'mon, think! You're a genius! Now's the time to think of something to turn this around! A moment of doubt. But my sugar levels are running low...
/
Crack!
The glass shattered, and a splatter of blood came out. The hero fell to his knees, his neck having its veins pop out and eyes bloodshot.
Entry from Drive Knight's analysis:
Monster: Fuhrer Ugly
Threat level: Dragon
"Keep that ugly face away from me, you dumbass!" Amai Mask cried out, voice cracking as beads of sweat traveled down his face, hair disheveled. "Stay away, you ugly monster!"
Description of [Fuhrer Ugly]: Possesses a resilient physical body and savagery. Can see through his opponents and figure out attacks they fear the most. Uses relentless violence and swearing to destroy people both mentally and physically.
Amai Mask looked at the fragments of glass around him, some of them digging into his hands through his gloves. He screamed in terror, only seeing the reflection of the ugmon.
/
Rip!
A tug on the middle-aged man's hair, followed by a mocking smack to his side, blade covered in blood, but not the monster's. The gigantic beast leered at him, his smaller clones playing around wildly around them.
Entry from Drive Knight's analysis:
Monster: Black Sperm
Threat level: Dragon, perhaps Dragon+
"That's what you get for looking down on me," one of the faces taunted. "Old man..." one of its smaller clones tugging on the blade without injury, a cocky smirk on its face.
Description of [Black Sperm]: Can freely divide and increase in numbers. Each individual entity is self-conscious and possesses a high level of combat ability.
Kamikaze wheezed, his cape tattered. He felt his grip on his blade weakening, one of his sandals having fallen onto the ground already, lost in the rubble.
/
Boom!
Another explosion rattled the room, the pillars cracking and the crater created only widening. The energy balls orbiting the bearded man only pulsed, the lightning coursing through them only showing their readiness to be fired.
Entry from Drive Knight's analysis:
Monster: Homeless Emperor
Threat level: Dragon, perhaps Dragon+
"What's the matter, S-Class? Aren't you going to revive again?" Homeless Emperor wistfully asked, fists clenched as his hair floated around him, looking at the massive hole in Zombieman's torso. "Or can you not do that anymore?"
Description of [Homeless Emperor]: Uses mysterious light energy that creates massive explosions. Physical ability similar to that of a normal human.
His arms having been obliterated, Zombieman tried his best to focus his healing on one eye, just grasping at straws to find where his guns and axe were lost in the rubble, if they even survived the explosions.
/
Skrrt!
Garou came to a stop once again, having been dealt the full blow of Darkshine's tackle, before smirking.
"You have the audacity to call it...'Monster play,' while playing hero, aren't you?" Garou taunted, his blood boiling yet again.
Darkshine held out his fists, still ready for battle, He can still move...after sustaining that kind of fatal injury?
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Threat level: D̴̨̨̡̡̛̠̜͔̦͍̬͉͓̳̗̤̰̙͈̱̥͔̳͉͈̫̪̩̅̇̈́̅͑̍́̌̄͑̽͛̒͆́̌͘͜͜͝ͅr̵̡̡̡̧̨̩͈̖̠̘͖̲͈̙̠͙̝̥̘͚͎͕̥̘͈̘̪͈͕͖͔̫͙̝̘̫̬̳̗̦̞̯̠̩͕͉͔̩̻͚̹̼̘̲̩̖̝̣͛̐̌͆̈́́̄̓́̂͆̉̈̐̉͊̾͗͌̒̈́̋͊͊̑͛͗̓̆́̽́̓̈͆̋̍̈́̍̏̓̂̽̕̕̚̕͜͝͠͝͝͠͠͝͝͝͝ͅȁ̸̺̳̗͍̱̳̤̤̪̇̏͒̑͂͊͑̀̇̍͌́͗͑̒̚͠g̷̢̠̩͚̼̻̲͔̹̭͚͚̗͕͕̠̩̖̠̹̳̙̦̻̙̟̼̟̙̖̳̤͎͎̗̻̠̼͗͆̓̎̑͑̓̈́̏̆͒̾̃̄̎͐͐̏̓̋̽̈̈́̋̓͑̇̌͛͗͒̔̑̈́̈̎̅̃̅̔͛̊̓͛̽̄̒̾͘͝͠͝ͅõ̴̡̡̧̨̢̙̰̟̲̼̱͕̲͚͚̫̠͙̙̗͈̩̙̻̼̞̲͉̳̻͕͚͈͍͖͙̱̯͓̻̫͑̐̍̅̈́̃̈́̿̋̈́̅̓̍̈́̾̄͊͋̉̇̈́̍̎̀͑̌͛͂̀̀̊͐̆͌̈́̅̾̇̿̉̑͘͘͜͠͠͝ń̴̢̡̞̜̫͇̗͙̫͉̺̦̙͈̤̘̗͖̭͓̘͓̝̮̦̳̘̰͍̫͚͚̲̲̰̳́̿̔̎̑͋̿̋̉̓́̿̀̓̋̄͐̉̎͑̽̋͌̍̅͘̚͘̚̕̕͜͝ͅ,̵̛̦̹̼͙̼̲̠̟́̓͒͑̓̐͑̓͗͑͆͒̚͠ ̵̢̢̧̡̢̨̛̭̣̪̠̰͉̭͔͓̝̙͖̞̙͔̦͚̠̦͖͔̦̮͓̱̞͔͈̞̩̭͙͈͇̳̲͔̰̦̰̻̟̟̝̝̥̼̙̝̩͈̞̫̠̖̲̝̅̅͋̈́͊̇̏̊̈́̔̉͛́̏̄̓̉̀́̓̑̆̈͗͗̾̂̌̇̽͑͂̓̎̔̚̚͘̚͜͜͜͠͝ͅC̵̢̡̨̢̫̠͉̬͖̲͕̙͎͚̗̩̦̭̳͍̭̹̹̝͚̟͇̫̯͈̥̞͙̩̻͒̈́̇͑̈́̔̀̾͒̆̀̉̓̈͐̓͋̇̎̈͂͌̓̾̈́͋̊̎̋́̀̆͂̈̅̀̋̋̐́̉͑̿̾̇̐̚͘͝͝ͅͅͅơ̶̡̧̡̛̛̰͙̟̦̻̪̭̺͙̙̹̮̖͔̙̬̣̙͔̜̿̏́͋͒̆͋̈́̄̋͋̀̈̄̓̐̿̔͌͊̈́͛̄̃̏͆̍̿̐̑̉͊͊́͒͆͌͑̐̚̕̚̚͘͘ͅņ̵̡̧̡̛̹͕̜͍̫̰̜̠̘̗̬͙̗͖̟̙̯͚͍̤͓̝̻̖͚̦̪̱͔͉̻͈̖͎̝͙͇͊̑̅̆̓̈́̌̈́́͆̇͒̐̀̑̈́̅̒̔̑̿̉̀̐͂̂̉͋͑̌̒͊̀͊́̃̕̕̚͜͝͠͠s̴̢̛͇͍͈͉̏͛͑̊͌̾̃̉̍͗̑̈́̍͊̑̈͑́͐̅̌͊̐̈̃̃̔͐͌̏̽̐̿̍̍̆͂̎̌̈͌͘̕͘̚̚͠͝t̸̡̧̢̻̯̫͖͎̩̬̯͔̰̜͔̱͎̱͔̦̕͠a̴̛̯͗ǹ̴̗͔̼͎̺͔̜̗̜̖͈̏͆͒̇̊̏̿͂̇̒̓̑́̎̎͘͜͠͠t̷̨̢̨̧̧̛̥͔̺͔͇̥͈̗͎̩̖͖̞̝͇̲͉̝̤̘̱̬̭̜̺͓̤̼̮͔̰͙͓̘̱̥̖̏̔́͋̓͊̐̌͛͛̄̂̒̿̂̉́̓̅̓͂̎́̊͂̋̂̽́̐͒͌͌̎̿̐̈́̓͛̌́͌̀̑̇̇̾̀̓͂͑͊̃̎͗͘͜͝͝͠ͅͅl̸̢̤̦̙̫̝̺̭̙͍̗̠͉̪͖͙͎̳̮̙̺͙̮̞̖̹̒́ͅy̵̡̨̧̛̳͉̠͇̰͔͚̪̝̰̠̗͙̜͙̫͇̺̲̻̩͙̳̙̆́̾̉̑̔̐̒̏̾͋͂͑̈̍̉́̎̐́̇̂̂́̈͒̾̈́̊̌̾̈́̑̿̀͐̂̓̽̈̕͘̕̚̚̕̕͜͝͝͝ͅͅ ̷̡̡̢̨̧̰̹̱̪͎̮͔̺͎̬͈͍͖̱͎̥̬̪̻̘̺̺̯̘͖̟̰̥̹̖̜̞̠̮͉̹̳̬̪̙̂̑̊͂͌͐͊̊͆̋͗̆̎̆̃̔͐̿̓̊̋́̏̕̚͜͜͠͝͝͠ͅͅĢ̶̧̡̢̢̨̧̛̛̜̙͈̭̙͉͔͕͈̰̖͚̳̝̫̬̖͎̫̱͎͔̮͓̭͉͔̤̩͖͉̳͔̯̻̱̞̝͍͔̼͚̰̭̗̲͈̳̯̤̻͈͍̲̄̆͗̌͑͊̆͆̏͋̓̄͂̀̂͌̊̄̉͑̑̀̓̇͌̃̆̓̀̎̄͑̇̓̋̈͗̎͑̐͊̌̍̈́̚͜͝͠ͅŗ̵̢̢̪̟̟̬͎͇͉͍̰̭̬͖͔̲̌̀͒͗͛̃̄͂͌̍̈́͜ơ̵͖͐̅̿̒̀̇̓̑͌̌̈͆͗́̔̏̔̃͊̈́͋͋̈͛̂͋͒̈́͘̚̚͠͝w̸̢̯̞̪̭̫̹̯̩̙͍̞̱͕̼̪̪̩͋̐̓̓̍̍̔̿̾̎̾̏͒͂į̸̨̡̡̦͔̻͔͖͙̺͇̦͉͈͇̬̞̼͙͚͈͚͎̻̳̺̣̮̜̭̹̟̍́̈́͛͂̍͛̽̑̀̈́͗̅̏̀̃̀͑͂̀̂͌͋̓̀̉͌̑̆̆̋̃̔̔̀̈́́̑͘̕͜͜͝͝͠ͅn̴̡̨̡̧̛̛̳̭̞̲̪̼͖̜̻̹̠̹̝̻͕̯̻̠̟͇͚͕͓͖̹͇̩̻̗̮̘̩͖̩͈̲͖͚̦̰̎͂̀̈͂̉͋̈́̿̑̒̀̍̓͛̉͂̾͐̄̈͂̾̔̎̽̔̿͛͋͑́̒̌͊̍̊̇̑̀̌͆͋̽͗͘͘͠͝͝͝ģ̵̨̡̭͓͕̯̲̖̭̥͍̌̆̕͜͝ͅ
"All you heroes...are shit...and it really grinds my gears how much support you get from the garbage public."
He jumped towards Darkshine again, who braced for yet another onslaught.
Description of [Hero Hunter]: A █████ ████ ██████ ██ ████████ ██ ██████ monster. █████████ numerous martial arts. █████████and normal weapons are not enough to defeat █████ m̸̨͈̹͓̽́̀̀̿̉̉̆̉̅̈́̕͝ḛ̷̡̹̻̟͖̳̝̗̹̰̓̀̋̎̀̂̏͗̔̾̕͝ͅ.̶̪̥̙̜̣͍̥̥͈͔̼̙̥͋͛̊̀̽̉̒̽̚͠͝͝ ̸̙̥̣̙̭̫̯̞̥̦̳̄̆̓̌̓̎̍̐̄́̌͗b̵̜̳̞̩̣͍͆̍͒̀̈́̆͊͜ę̴͉͚̱̀̒̏̐̉̀̍ ̶̳͙͖̬̞̲͖̥͉̤̝̪̅̎͛̒̄̑̐̀̊̀̔̔̚͘͝ͅw̴̨̧̬̲͖̪̬̥̝͕̼͒͐̀̂̂̿̕̚͝͠͠ā̵̛̟͕̯̖̰̪͔̈́͗̈͛͂̉̐̈́̈́̍͆͝r̴̭̐̓͘͜y̵̼̠͔̭͛́̽̊͊̐͘.
I █████████am ████████████████ constantly █████████████████████████████e̵̡̛̞̯̘̺͆̅͑̆̊͋̂̈́̂̾̌̓̓͌̔͘̚v̵̧̡̮̭̖̗̰̱̫̉̃̆ͅö̵͖̖͍͍͉́̄̌͛̔̀͛̏́͌͊ͅļ̷̢̛̗̰͍͓̼̮̜̼̺̰̹̳͚̩̙̻̐̋̉̀͋̑͐̊̉͝͝v̶̬̮̭̟̱͈̭͔͚̻̜͂̓̊̓͑̒ͅi̸̗̲̾͋͊̅̎̏̍n̶̢̨̢͓̗̭͈̰̲͕̬̯̹̠͍̖̖̬̬̿̋̏͛̈́̾͝g̸̨̢̞̮̩̹̼̣̥̝̫͇̗̣̥̟͎̫̪̎͂͒͝.̷̢̢̧̙̩̳̘͍̫̯̟̮̗̆͜
I can guard against any attack! Darkshine declared to himself. I'll finish Garou in one go the moment he stops attacking. That said...
He watched the barrage of attacks come straight at him, watching the arms come at him as if he'd reached a slow-motion level of perception.
Am I seeing things? Or are his movements getting faster?
He watched the murderous glint in his eyes grow, his teeth gritted in rage and pure hatred while his fists came at Darkshine full force.
No, I'm not... A distraught expression came onto Darkshine. I'm not seeing thigs. He is actually getting faster. In fact...he's getting faster with alarming momentum.
He looked at Garou, who's eyes were focused on him and nothing else. He's not stopping...there's not a single sign of him wanting to stop!
As the onslaught only quickened, Darkshine could feel himself being pushed back despite his stance and guard not faltering, It feels like dozens of martial artists are focusing their attacks on me! Like a tidal wave!
Suddenly, it felt like nothing but the void were around them, Darkshine and Garou the only two in existence at the moment.
Water stream, rock smashing fist in the left hand. Whirlwind iron cutting fist in his right.
Extra information: By forcing himself through ████████ █████████ ████ ███████████ , and the ████ █████, he has become able to copy-acquire physical techniques that go beyond t̶͙̟͖̀̐̏̓h̴͓̺̳͚̀̈́̌ȏ̵͖̙̟͜s̵̨͙̾̓̆e̵͇̣͊̎̒̊ ̷̥̟͐͒͋͘ẗ̴͖̪̫̈w̴̡͖͙̝̅̉͑̑ờ̵̺̝͇ͅ ̴̟͓̿͗o̵͉̗͌̓̅l̵̺͙͊͂̑͝d̵̤͚̙̥̉ ̸͚̘͙̍̔g̵̢̟̎̾̎ȇ̶̜̜̄̊̀e̶̢͕̘͗͊ͅz̶̹͎̘͑͆̾ė̴͖̳̏̐̾ŕ̵͔̠̜͕͋͆̀s̵͙͎̫̆'̵͚̦̝̜̇ ̴̪̺͔͐̾ͅš̶̜̬̔̓̌t̶̳͖̟̖̑̇̔͌y̴̡̺͊͝l̸͇̭̰̘͐ê̸̖̪͙͜s̸̰͂̕. This secret joint technique that even a genius cannot normally perform alone, but İ̵̡̺̹̘̽͆̍'̸̪͚̦͗́m̶̱̯̃́̍̎͜ ̸͓̜̀́̌̄ͅj̸̡͎̩͓̏̿̊̏ú̸̧̩͔͌s̶͓̅͘t̷͓̞̎ ̷̪͓̝̆̂́̄s̷̩̖̒͜ö̸͓̝͖̉ ̵̜̏̊͊g̵̪̲̒o̸͎̞͊̄o̴͇̗͈͂̐̋d̷͍̮̚ ̶̛̰̘͍̘̒̈́̃t̷̼́h̴̤̩̎ą̴̬͕̑t̸̳̋̀ͅ ̶̡͋͋I̷̖͖̩͈͗͋ ̸̠͒̀̓ğ̴̻̈́o̷͔͆̆ẗ̴̛͚́̾ͅ ̵͓͍̘̉͐́̌t̸͇̯̊̅́ẖ̴͚̻̈́̀͐̽ẽ̶͙ ̵̘͔͘ͅc̴͈̀͗ȓ̴̦͠ö̵̮̙̭͈͠ṡ̷̭̦̓s̴̘̏-̷̲̈́͗͗̃f̶̭̰̒ȧ̶̢̗͈̆ń̵̺̭͔͓̀̚ǵ̵̨̺̀́̈́ ̴̝̣͇̩͗d̴̨̝͈͉̂̌͂ŗ̸̫̹̽a̶͛̓̆ͅǵ̴̟̫͜ǒ̷̭̂͋̉n̶̡̦͓͈̅͆̆̐ ̴̛̥̃š̶̛͎̿͝ḽ̶̪̔̈́͗ȧ̵̲͈͉͆͝y̴̨̼̳̮̋é̷͈̯̦̜͗r̵̾͜ ̶͔̖̭̓f̴̢̳͎͊̄͐͘i̶̝͍͇͍͋͑s̵̥͌̏̾t̵̟̿̉͐̄ ̵̞̼̩̒š̵͖̂͝u̸̦͓̰̇͆̈́̀b̸̜̯̣̆̈͠c̷̩͖̖͈̽̏̍ọ̴͕̅̈n̸͉̼͗̅͝s̸͎̤̜̘͆̈́c̷̢͔̬̄͂ĭ̵̧͇̌̃o̸̰͑̃u̷̧̱̪̿̀̀s̷̛͕͉̲̲̀̆͠l̷͎̣͋̿̀y̵̡̬͕̒͗̐!̷̼̘̖̿̄̿
Together with Silverfang, they are known as the twin pillars of the hero world.
Yet, before the overwhelming defense of Superalloy Darkshine, who is considered to be at the pinnacle of physical combat, Garou did not falter.
In a battle against the strong, the harder he is pushed, the more he can unleash his true ability and experience growth.
"Do not get too carried away," Darkshine instructed, flexing his fist. "I'll unleash my full power."
He brought his right fist back, before launching it at Garou with power levels far surpassing his tackle from before.
Garou growled, meeting the attack head-on with his own fist. They could both feel the room start to collapse around them as the two locked into a stalement, all of Darkshine's momentum stopped with a single punch.
Garou's eyes turned red.