While Kuroha was finding Ferrum Femina identity, Mirko was busy taking a bath as she relaxed from the long but ultimately useless conference.

As she layered a little bit of liquid soap over her rather soft and bouncy brown breast, she began to think about how shitty it was to be a hero sometimes.

The day before, at the hero conference, the atmosphere was rather tense. For a good reason. Aside from the fact that they may very well have a mole in their midst, the Massacre of Saitama sharply lowered the heroes' credibility in the eyes of the citizens.

This wasn't just it, the voices protesting about branding Devil as a criminal were extremely and surprisingly louder than expected. While no official protest began, it was clear that the government decision didn't put them in the good book of the population. Well, to tell the truth, it was only surprising for those wimp of bureaucrats.

Mirko didn't think that this reaction was weird. Firstly, no matter what he did, it was a fact that this guy did the job they should have done. Right now, even without looking at the boring stats, she was sure that most heroes' popularity in Saitama should be on an all-time low, while Devil should be seen as some sort of god.

(Devil huh, I really want to find him.)

She didn't care about something as boring as catching him. In her mind, he wasn't wrong. At least, she found him way more manly than all those pussy, playing the heroes.

*Sigh*

Japan was truly a peaceful country. Thanks to All Might, it was the country with the lowest crime rate in all the world. For anyone else, it was truly a beautiful country to live in. But for her it was hell.

(So boring.)

The villains and the heroes were 90% trash, only, something as exciting as a war could make her feel her blood boiling. For her, fighting with your life on the line, hitting and being it; feeling the shadow of death as you gave your all in a fight. Bleeding, hurting, but still laughing as you went through insurmountable fights.

This was what she loved. That was what she sought from the very bottom of her heart. For her, the feeling of euphoria when she fought such battle was way better than any kind of sex and drugs. Of course, she never tasted any of those two, but she doubted anything could feel better than fighting a hot-blooded fight.

What more, why would she deteriorate her own body function in a action as meaningless as taking drugs? As for sex? Ah! She really wanted to, when she was younger. But each time she thought about some weakling touching her body, this gave her the feeling of barfing.

She didn't need someone stronger than her. She didn't need a hot, or powerful man. But, she wanted a man with a certain mindset. Only someone as crazy as her could be allowed to touch her. Of course, it would be a bonus if he was as strong as her. Finally, and more importantly, he needed to have a very high stamina. At least that was what her master told her.

She still feels embarrassed when she remembered it

----FLASHBACK

This happened ten years ago,

A younger Mirko, or rather, Rumi, was sitting with a very red face. In front of her, a rather young blonde girl could be seen wearing the clothes of a professor. A suit, a short leather skirt and a pair of glasses.

Frankly, it looked more like a cosplay rather than anything else, but Rumi would never dare to say it.

"Listen, well little Rumi, your quirk is RABBIT. A very simple but fitting name."

Rumi nodded, frankly, she found the name kinda lame, but she would not dare to say it either. Being a disciple wasn't easy. Milienia ignored Rumi, expression, as she continued, after all, giving lame names was one of her few pleasures in life. Even better when her students accepted it with a contrite expression,

"I don't need to tell you how your quirk works. You know it well yourself. Thanks to it, your legs strength and agility are off the charts. Jumping tens of meters high and blowing buildings away with them is as easy as breathing for you."

She nodded, despite the lame name, RABBIT was truly a very powerful quirk at the very least. The pure damage she could deal with one blow and speed she could reach were insane. One time she even managed to "fly", for a few seconds. She had named it, LUNA WALK. A little cheesy, but she had decided that all her technique would become with the word Luna.

"So, little rabbit of mine. Since your quirk gives you the physical abilities of a rabbit, it also gives you some of the, let's say less savory abilities but in a way worse."

She tilted her head, in wonder,

"In short, You should be very careful about who you choose as your first partner. the day, you have sex for the first time, you better hope that your partner will have a quirk that boosts his stamina, otherwise, he will die a very horrible but beautiful death *Pfft* Ahahah"

---FLASHBACK END

She covered her face with her hand, even now, the way Milienia laughed at her still ringed in her head. She killed many people in very various ways before but to think she could even cause this kind of death?

She let herself sink a little in the bath. She couldn't help but think back to what she saw during the massacre. Devil, really intrigued her. Being so cruel but still caring enough to save so many people.

(I really want to fight him.)

----

Rumi was now watching her reflections on the mirror. Her body was a little muscular for a woman, but even so, she couldn't help but accept that she was rather sexy. Her most attractive features being her thighs without a doubt. Thanks to her quirk and training, she could say without a doubt that she had the tightest ass in existence.

She then left her bathroom with only a towel lazily thrown over her shoulder as she walked in toward the kitchen in order to take a beer.

Once she opened her fridge, a very large array of beer cans could be seen. She never drank to the point of becoming drunk. That would be stupid. But, she liked the little buzz behind her mind.

"It will be you."

She chooses one can without much thinking and, *Psst* opened it with glee before tilting her head,

"*Gulp* *Gulp* Ahhh. Nothing better than a fresh beer after a bath."

It was at that moment that, *Click*, the soft sound of the door unlocking resonated in her ears. Time seemingly slowed down as she looked as that Kuroha brat entered the room before freezing near the door as he saw her body in its entire naked glory.