Melissa finished her whole story for Kuroha. She didn't know why she spoke so much. But she kind of wanted him to listen to her story. Even now she was hoping to find James but she had absolutely no lead. It was like he completely disappeared from the face of the earth.

Kuroha, on the other hand, was utterly confused. He paused simple and concise questions. Why did this make her spill all her backstory?

Still, for some reason he couldn't understand, he didn't feel well right now. He began to feel slightly irritated and fidgety. Fortunately, this wasn't so bad that he couldn't control it.

He decided that he should simply end this discussion as fast as possible. Otherwise, he didn't know what he would do.

"So you become a hero because of your childhood promises and also come under the tutelage of Master because she was interested in you. Right?"

Melissa let out a bitter laugh.

"Not exactly. The reason I call her teacher and not master is because she refused to take me as a student. At most I am just someone she gave advice to and taught some little things."

Kuroha tilted his head in wonder but didn't continue this line of questioning. He didn't know how many true disciples she had, but it seemed like all her disciples had to have a characteristic that pleased her. Otherwise at most their relationship would be more like that of a tutor and a student. The same happened to Izuku and Momo. Technically, those two were students under Sebastian and Malicia respectively.

"Ok, now I understand you a little more. Now let's go back to the serious thing. You want us to form a team? Aren't you worried about the repercussions?"

Melissa smiled a little as she looked Kuroha,

"To tell the truth, well I won't condone your actions, I, as a quirkless understand that the world isn't a kind place. Those criminals weren't human but beast and beast… must be put down."

Kuroha looked at this glass wearing girl with renewed eyes of respect. He even nearly agreed. That was how much the answer she gave resonated with his.

"I will answer you tomorrow. Also…", He hesitated a little before continuing," I put a mark on your body when we bumped our fists. If you don't want it, I can erase it."

Milienia who was watching on the side couldn't help but smile a little. She knew how Kuroha operated. He was nearly a maniac about marking things and people. But, only those he considered close would be informed that a mark was on them. Now, for Kuroha to inform Melissa showed that he saw her as someone closer.

"Ok, now, gotta go. Let discuss more tomorrow.", he said, and with that, he simply vanished.

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Kuroha reappeared next to a large building not far from the subway. He would have gone farther, but he felt like his headache was growing and becoming more painful.

As he followed the procedure and finally sat in a train, his gaze roamed around as he remarked that it was only partially full. Well, he wouldn't complain. This wasn't the first time he took the subway, but he rather avoids being pressed by people.

As the sound of the rail floated in his ear, he rested the back of his head against the chair and began to think.

He never felt sick. While he couldn't know for sure that no disease could reach him, he could basically reject this possibility. Then, if it wasn't his body the problem, it was his mind.

Thankfully, as time passed, the growing headache slowly settled down, and by the time he reached his destination, he was basically back to his normal states, though a dull pain still seemed to stay at the back of his head.

After the subway stopped, he went out of it and began to walk toward Mirko's apartment. He could have tried to simply teleport, but he didn't want to try right now. Who knows if it would make his headache come back.

As he walked, he began to think back to everything that happened today. Knowing that Melissa was Ferrum Femina was a rather big surprise. But, he had to admit that she was what he had always waited for. A perfect support.

Heroes could become far stronger with the correct equipment. An example would be how Bakugo was able to boost his explosive might thanks to the gauntlets he wore during the training.

But, there was a big problem. In order to create suitable equipment, the understanding of the quirk of the user as well as his fighting style must be extremely thorough. Heroes didn't care because they trusted the ethical work of that artist. But, Kuroha on the other wasn't comfortable with the idea of unknown people having such a deep understanding of his power. Even more in such sensitive times.

But, Melissa was different. She was a genius who won many contests usually reserved for adults. Her understanding of quirk in the general could only be matched by her father, and finally, the armor she created was extremely useful. Kuroha wouldn't mind having her help him.

It was on this thought that he entered Mirko apartment and reached the third floor. He had already chosen his room in this apartment, but, just as he received it, he noticed that someone was present in Mirko suit. Since he doubted many people would dare to enter here, he could deduce that Mirko herself was present as such he decided to go and say hello to her as well as ask for what kind of rules he follows while in her house. Well, let just say that what he saw was surprising.

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Time seemed to stop for an instant, then,

BOOM!!!

A tanned and rather foot stopped directly just in front of Kuroha eyes while the shockwave generated by it slowly blew his clothes.

Kuroha felt a shiver go through his spin. He knew that Mirko was strong. After all, she was hailed as the strongest woman in Japan, but to think she would be this fast. What's more, this isn't just a question of power. But also control. Despite such an overwhelming speed, nothing was cracked. it was like she simply walked toward him and lifted her foot.

Kuroha didn't have some sort of scouter that could determine how many battle points someone had. But, he was sure of one thing. She wasn't just stronger than him... Even Madness wouldn't win against her. But, this wasn't the only problem,

After a while, well just a very short second, Kuroha opened his mouth,

"I am sorry to have entered without knocking. But, *cough* Lower your feet...You are naked."

(Hum...It's also bald. Do girls not let it grow there?)

Yes, Rumi Usagiyama known as the Bunny Hero: Mirko was without a doubt a powerful being worthy of respect. But, she was also a rather short woman of about 160cm. Compared to Kuroha 179 cm she was like a little girl. Now, it was easy to imagine what kind of position she had to be in for her to stop her foot at his eyes level. You could say that he glimpsed at everything from head to toe and even in between.

Mirko was a tough woman who fought in wars and with mercenaries. As such, even though she was a virgin, she wasn't the kind of woman who would blush and scream just because of man, even more, so a brat such as the one before her saw her naked. This kick of her was just a way to judge his response and to allow him to understand the difference in ability between the two of them.

Still, showing her everything in such a stupid way was extremely embarrassing. She had to give her all to not immediately lower her feet out of shame. But rather slowly lowered before turning back with a huff

"*Humph*, So what, not like I care if a brat like you saw me naked. You wait here, I will go put on some clothes."

*Bang*

Kuroha sighed as he took a seat on the sofa while Mirko entered her bedroom.

(Why do I recently feel as if I am the protagonist of an eroge? What's with all those lucky pervert incidents? Also, why is this 20 years old woman acting as if she was a tsundere.)

Kuroha had at least give it to her, she wasn't irrational and didn't blame him for what happened,

*Bang*

The door of the bedroom opened and Mirko, wearing training attire appeared with a malevolent grin.

"Master said she wanted me to train you, follow me to the basement. I think that it's time for me to assess your skills"

Kuroha, looking at her grin suddenly had a headache of a different nature than the previous one. It seemed like it was naive of him to think that she wouldn't blame him.

After all, hell has no fury like a woman scorned.