Using this sight to confirm his suspicions, he quickly climbed to the top of its thigh and jumped at its love handle. Making his way all the way to its upper back took almost a full minute, but it brought rewards at last. his super strength directly punched a hole in its left wing after a lot of strikes, and thanks to the cracks this hole brought, he connected to another area directly underneath the hole and punched away. The beastial puppet tried reaching and shaking him off, but to no avail – And once a vertical line of holes was made, he jumped at them like indents into the side of a mountain while mountain climbing, and from the top of its broken wing, while it struggled to maintain flight…

Noel tore its wing off.

I’s really not easy for someone his height to cause damage to a self – healing rock puppet like this that can handle Peak B grade hits and shatter peak B grade Invulnerability users like glass. Furthermore, when it becomes even further amp’d up by a distant enemy’s magic… Nevertheless, Noel was trained to handle assassinations and ‘hits’. He even sparred against family - owned or family – friend martial artists and their students, as well as their peers. With super intelligence that allows him to quickly update his thought process and plan out the best choice of action out of a myriad of nigh – endless possibilities…

This fight wasn’t impossible for him to win. It just required a dedicated and patient plan of attack, rather than brute forcing the kill like he previously attempted against the mercenary 3 days prior. Even then, a brute forced method didn’t bring results and failed to finish the old guy off. He knows that he might’ve won against One back then, had Mr. Abrams never intervened, but at the same time it was Mr. Abrams’s initial intervention that originally helped lower that man’s guard right after saving Noel’s stupid teammate...no, former teammate: Rise.

Removing the non – combatant Class 3 – C homeroom teacher from the equation, Noel speculates he could have still won… but not without losing Rise to the ruthless man’s neck chop. The intervention was acceptable.

{...Wait! There’s no time for such thoughts! This thing is actually… trying to fall on its back! Is it stupid?

...or is it trying to crush me?}

………

……

…

*BOOM!*

Since it can heal, it doesn’t intend to care about the cracks that will spread from the broken wing to its spine. No matter how hard it falls, so long as it isn’t entirely torn off, then any chunk of its body or appendage can directly heal itself. Thus, Hermer Walsh prioritized causing this impact to try and squash thiis annoying little gnat that hadn’t yet used his destructive powers.

…

The ground below shook a little as pieces of rock flew into the distance after colliding with the earthy surface. Debris scattered throughout the forest from the upturned soil that shot out like a geyser upon impact with the autonomous meteor. If it wasn’t for Noel’s quick thinking and movement speed, as well as his well – trained physique not even allowing room for ordinary bullets or blades to pierce through, then his 12 year old self might have actually been injured here.

Luckily, he was able to jump out of the way in time and circle around an un-collapsed tree for support against the wind pressure. Its upper half was soon riddled with deep gashes and holes from the sharpened and enchanted rock chips this defeated puppet shed, yet luckily for Noel, crouching low, he was safe and sound from this untargeted spread of shrapnel. This can be said to be the first lucky instance for him, since, even with his B grade defense that is just a little off from A Grade, a direct hit would still leave him seriously wounded like any other peak B Grade. Although Noel’s body composition is very different from others and would be considered first class among B grade Earthlings, and even though these pieces of rocketing debris aren’t a ‘direct hit’ by the puppet - like monstrosity, Noel’s body can still be damaged if he’s not careful.

{… While I don’t know if that Ericson lady will try anything against me if she comes by this scene, or if that old lady is even allowed to leave her post at the Stadium Dome…

I can speculate that they won’t evacuate anybody else, and instead send heroes to the source of the school’s ‘tremors’. I… can’t break my ‘word and vow’ with Father. Besides, I’ve practically crippled it already for ‘em by taking out its wings and tail, the most annoying combo. Well, one of its wings anyways.

...No, no. Before I escape further in, I…

Hm. Yes I do wish to finish my fight to the end, and I can already tell that I’ll beat it… but the timing… I’m not a fan of such high-spectacle battles. And if I’m caught fighting, then there goes my chance at wandering around Hero High’s school campus! I can’t get myself caught here – I can’t be greedy!}

Noel hastily gathered together his thoughts before hearing a noise behind him. It appeared to be making an attempt at picking itself up and off the ground right after turning its large frame over...supporting its body with one knee.

…

*Crack!*

*Crack!*

*Crack!*

*Crack!*

*Crack!*

*Crack!**Crack!**Crack!**Crack!**Crack!**Crack!**Crack!**Crack!**Crack!*

…

*BOOM!*

…

{Okay. I can be a little bit greedy.}

Noel cast aside the leg he’d just burrowed his fists through before dashing away. Leaving its gigantic body to fall in the background, the young male made his way through the field, past the sparse set of abnormally large trees and headed straight in the direction that rock creature – as well as the weird and blurry–faced man – had been meticulously guarding.

It seems, that for now, Noel’s clash against the mysterious Hermer Walsh has drawn to a close.

-

…

Meanwhile. Farther away. Directly outside of the Superhero – in – training students’ live-in Dormitories, 4 characters in varying clothing styles stand facing the same direction. One wears his family brand clothing over him with a uniquely – designed gold suit of armor. Bright golden blond hair and deep cerulean blue eyes cause this muscleman to stand out the greatest among the four.

Another has his family’s custom tailored elegant suit over, with a matching formal tie being adjusted to a perfect loose and tight ratio. His differently colored pupils mask the light hidden deep within, a strange – yet – yet calculating light which treats everything around as a game just waiting to be solved by him. His dark blond hair flows in contrast to the Golden-haired man before him, subtle and not willing to be noticed in comparison. Yet those eyes of his… can easily and rather forcefully peer deep into the depths of one’s soul if he so wished.

The only woman of the group let her wild – flowing and wavey – red hair scatter backwards. She wore casual clothes of a seemingly unimportant design and brand name. But if one were to truly test its strength in battle, they’d find out that such casual clothing isn’t necessarily any weaker than the ‘suit of armor’ attire belonging to the Ericsons or the Formal Suit belonging to the Mafioso – styled Malieranos. You wouldn’t be able to tell, but underneath her hair and hidden in between this dangerous woman’s shoulder blades hides a thick and hollow pair of daggers; each glowing with an ominous pressure. Her temperament is clearly very fierce, yet the gaze she sports as she peers ahead… tells an entirely different story.

Last but in – no – way the least, stood a man with a differently elegant and loose outfit than the suited male suffering from Heterochromia Iridium. His long and smooth, dark brown hair and common dark brown eyes didn’t lower the handsome beauty his face exuded. His entire personage screamed the lone word ‘carefree’, and in his hand, while standing against the strong, autumn winds, was a piping hot, cup of tea.

Borg: “…”

Aeron: “...Pfff. Huhuhu~ from the bet against your sister to the creepy Gargoyle thing. You owe me… 50.”

Borg: “BAH! You call that winning? Both times that kid- HE-”

?: “Borg. *Sips tea* be reasonable, mmn? You lost your bet against Aeron. I suppose you’ll be wanting those in…?”

?: “Hrm… We should at least let the principal know. Uh? Maybe even take action ourselves if that thing continues its riot unhindered.”

Borg: “FUCK! Ah, just stuff it already, Bertram. Dollars, Aeron. I’m giving you 50 in doll-”

Aeron: “Kuwaiti dinars, please. Everything else is not what I imagined.”

Bertram: “Ahaha~ oh Aeron. Always turning an opportunity into a success, never taking a loss~ Don’t you agree, Avalonia?”

Avalonia: “…Hmph! Ignore me and expect a response in return? Not happening!”

Bertram: “Hahaha, well, nothing I can do about that. I honestly didn’t hear you though. *Sips tea*”

Borg: “Shove you flipping Kuwaiti Dinars- I don’t have those! All I got are Dolla-- no! … All I have are Argentinian Pesos. I’ll have to give you those instead.”

Aeron: “… How about you just hand over whatever’s in your wallet right now and forget it then. I feel shameful now for making a bet with money against such a poor fellow human. Haaah, my misfortune I suppose…”

Bertram: “Ahahaha. There really is never a dull moment around you two~ *Sips tea*”

Avalonia: “...Hey. I’ll ask one more time. Should we really stand by and not intervene? That thing is obviously-”

Borg: “Ahem. Not our job.”

Bertram: “Too much work. People are safe and not nearby, so what’s the rush?”

Aeron: “Mhm. Mhm. *Counts dollars* Besides, what should we go there for, when other heroes are already responding to the scene? Let them handle it. As for tracking that ...person with the invisible weapon… I think we’ll be seeing more of him soon. Huhu~”

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