✔ The Hunters | Garou

FIRST HUNT

HERO HUNTER

"If you crush a cockroach, you're a hero. If you crush a beautiful butterfly, you're a villain. Morals have aesthetic criteria." 

- Nietzsche  

"I'll be the hero that loses to you!"

My eyes fluttered open to the echo of those words.

Darkness greeted me, and I pulled away the wet cloth that was resting on my face. Faint morning light crept in through the crevices of the little shack I slept in, and judging from the brightness, I supposed the time to be around six.

As I sat my aching body up on the smelly couch I had slept on, I stretched and let out a violent yawn. Then, the faint echo of those words came to mind again.

Why do those words sound so familiar?

I sat there in a daze, staring at the wall in front of me, trying to figure out who said those words and why they showed up in my dreams. All the thinking made my stomach rumble and gnaw.

Groaning quietly, I held my stomach. What do I even eat? I'm basically a vagabond.

I got up anyway and put on the black compression shirt I always wore. It was a little roughed up from previous brawls and the fabric felt thinner than usual.

Looks like I'll have to be careful. I don't own a whole wardrobe.

I turned around and raised my head to look at the wall where I had pinned up photos of all the heroes I've defeated and the ones left pending.

In case you didn't know, my name is Garou, and I'm a monster. Well, I'm one hundred percent human, but due to personal reasons, I like to call myself such.

I learnt martial arts, particularly Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist, at the tender age of seventeen and when I had enough, I started dojo hunting, beating up whoever I figured was strong, and soaking up all the battling techniques I found useful. It's been half a year since then, and now that I've fattened myself with strength, knowledge, and victory from those experiences, I'm hungry for the flesh of my number one enemy: heroes.

"Who shall I hunt today, I wonder." I hummed, "King? Or Child Emperor? Shit man, I should have gotten that copy of the hero catalog from that brat. This would have been easier."

My eyes wandered to the photograph of a relatively new, but strong hero (or so I heard): Infernogun. I didn't know much about this one, except that she was a woman, and used a pair of double barrel shotguns. About the effects of her guns, or whether she was proficient in close-range combat, or whether she is meat brained like those Tank Top dudes, I do not know.

I wonder if she's there in that catalog; I need to do my research on her too. But well, I'm in no hurry to fight her. The small fry C and B-classes don't need much research since they're that weak, but now, as much as I hate heroes, it's not right to underestimate them.

My stomach rumbled again. Well, hero hunting can wait for a while. It's food hunting time now.

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With a heavy breakfast done, I immediately set out to hunting heroes. I couldn't find any S-class heroes anywhere, unfortunately. All I did was deal with some C and B-class heroes. The fights ended so quickly that I regretted underestimating them. Boooring.