✔ The Hunters | Garou

FIFTH HUNT

CARE

"And in the middle of my chaos, there was you."

Watchdog Man bodied me.

I trudged away, battered, bloodied, and bruised. Shit, he's stronger than I thought! But it feels wonderful. Nothing like fighting strong opponents! I've observed his moves and I'm learning so much.

I drew in a shaky, excited breath. Oh boy, I'm having the time of my life.

As I walked, hoping to find shelter somewhere nearby, I saw in the distance and noticed a familiar S-class hero.

King!

And he's with some bald guy in a yellow suit. I wonder who he is. Probably just some C-class hero. I'll deck him after I'm done with King.

I started running, feeling my lost vigor come back to me in an instant. I could see a vision of his potential moves as I lunged at him, feeling a smile pull my lips. This is King, we're talking about! The Strongest Hero! Boy would it be an absolute thrill to turn him into mincemeat!

Just as I had lunged, I felt a bone crushing impact like a meteor hit my side which sent me flying into a wall. I lost consciousness immediately.

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My eyes opened.

My blurry vision was greeted by the sight of a slowly rotating fan suspended on a ceiling. I closed my eyes, trying to recall what happened to me. I suddenly remembered that I got one hit K.O-ed by King.

He's really strong, huh? Just you wait, King. When I've straightened myself up again, I'll be back for you. I'm gonna deck your head right into the asphalt.

I opened my eyes and my eyesight was clearer. I noticed the pink ceiling.

Pink?

Am I at Tenrou's place?

I looked to my side and found the familiar sight of the coffee table's legs and the hot pink couch. Tenrou's furniture, confirmed.

I tried to sit up, but the searing pain shooting all over my body made me struggle. I eventually did, but slouched, since my back was killing me. Looking at my body, I found that I was bandaged all over. I touched my face and felt bandages and cotton.

Did she bandage me?

I pulled away the blanket to look at my legs.

Why the hell am I only in my boxers?

Where did my clothes go?

I looked around in search of my clothes but instead, I only found the blond haired tenant of the apartment sleeping soundly on the couch. I looked back again at my legs. The bandages only reached up to my mid to upper thighs, and didn't go anywhere near my nether regions.

So she didn't strip me naked.

I was actually relieved, for some reason.

I looked back at her. She clearly was the mastermind in "sexually harassing" me. I chuckled at the thought. Maybe when she's awake, I should annoy her with it.

I crawled up to her and leaned myself on the edge of the coffee table while I comfortably seated myself on the floor in front of her. She was resting on her side with her blond hair sprawled all over the couch and her face.