Chapter 6

The next day…

Hunter was out on patrol once more, it was strange to see the people were supportive now of him. They knew who he was and yet, they were seeing him as a hero! He was surprised and grateful for the change of heart, but then again, not a lot of people assume he is the son of Garou. Most people remember him as the small 10-year-old boy. But the teenage Hunter was one they are not too certain about. It was confusing though, after all. They aired that martial art tournament live for the cities to see. Everyone who watched it knew he was the son of Garou! And yet it appears more people forgot about it after what happened to Suiryu, Snek and Lighting Max. If anything, Hunter figured it was best to pretend that he was emulating Garou as his hero inspiration. So far, it appeared to be working, but now it was time to get to work.

Although most of the people appreciated his efforts, there were some heroes who didn't. "Well if it isn't the glory hog!"

Hunter paused as he turned to see some fellow C Class heroes. He paused for a moment. "Oh, hey guys."

But they weren't smiling; none of them were there to speak friendly to him. Hunter could sense it too, he felt that energy once before. They were looking for a fight. "So… I take it this isn't just a meeting of the minds here?" he asked.

One of them glared at him funny. "You think this is all a game, don't you?"

"And you are…"

"I'm the Alchemist!" he proclaimed. "I defeat evil with my knowledge of chemical reactions and brews!"

"Uh huh." Muttered Hunter. "Look, I am not looking for any side kicks or anything so…"

"SIDEKICKS!" The Alchemist demanded. "We are heroes! Not sidekicks! Who the hell do you think you are!?"

With a sigh Hunter said. "I'm Hunter!" but then paused. Shouldn't they know by now who he was? Who is father is? But then a smirk came over him, if they didn't why should he tell them otherwise? "I am emulating Garou… former hero hunter… I don't want to have to tap into that side of my inspiration unless absolutely necessary." He warned. That's when their faces dropped.

"You… are inspired by Garou! He's no hero! He's a monster!"

"Yeah, well… people change. So… are you still looking for a fight or are we going to pretend this never happened? I'm good either way so…" Hunter took his stance just to be certain. Yet the C Class heroes were quick to turn tail and run! "Huh, I thought today would have been interesting."

Taking a break, Hunter found a little place to get a drink. He was working up a bit of an appetite, yet knew the food there wouldn't be enough to fill him. Next time, he will start packing a lunch. He left with a bottle of coke in hand, yet still patrolled the streets. There was nothing out of the ordinary today, that was, until he saw the crowd rushing past him in great panic.

Up ahead was a monster, barely a wolf threat if that. It was trying to grab people and then lick them oddly enough. Probably testing for flavor to eat. "So much for a quiet day." He said.

Hunter was quick to approach the monster just as it found something it appeared to want to eat. It caught a small girl in its arms, no more than 9 years old to say the least. "Mmm tasty child! Sweet child!" It's tongue dragged all over her face, savoring her flavor. The girl wept as the monster's mouth opened.

"I don't think she's your type."

The monster paused as it stared at Hunter, who was quick to finish his drink. "Oh, a brat teenager is going to stop me?"

Hunter stretched himself out and rolled his shoulders. "Thanks for thinking that I am a teenager. I just turned 3 a few weeks ago!" He moved fast, so fast that he took out the monster's arm that held the girl. He was down at the end of the street by the time the beast realized what had happened. He wrenched severed limb off the girl and advised her to run. Turning back, Hunter went at the beast, striking it with it's own arm.

"Why are you hitting yourself? Stop hitting yourself! Stop hitting yourself!" He said and did over and over again until the creature was dizzy and confused. Hunter finished it off with the torrent of hell! He managed to combine the motion with iron cutting fist. When a monster is caught up in the vortex, he uses iron-cutting fist to chop them to bits! He nearly called the move 'the blender'. As Hunter came to a stop, the streets rained with gore. The monster was dead to say the least, but then he realized. "Damn, I should have brought that home to dad… he would have enjoyed it."

Still, a deed is a deed. Hunter moved along shortly after, all that work was making him hungry!