✔ The Hunters | Garou

THIRTY SECOND HUNT

LETTING LOOSE

"Ignore every instinct to flee. Remember: you are a monster too."

What a dismal landscape.

A black rain started to patter down from the moonless night sky on us, eventually raining down heavily.

The bald hero finally showed up.

I raised my chin up in the air and taunted, "A bit late, aren't we?"

His face was neutral for a moment, but I could see all that was passing in his mind as he saw the scrap of metal behind me that used to be his apprentice. A pitiful looking thing indeed, about as alive as a year old corpse; the sight of it made ten times horrendous thanks to the rain.

His eyes trailed to the scattered, dead heroes behind Blast, and his chest heaved ever so slightly.

"Don't come close!" Blast warned.

I had the Cyborg's core in my hand, which I so kindly saved for the hero, and tossed it to him. "Here you go, a gift." I said.

He caught it and stared for a long, quiet while at the scratched, dead Core. How brilliantly it shone earlier with blue light, and now it's all dull and dismal. It's lovelier when it's not glowing. After all, this is the effect of Absolute Evil.

"Genos..." he murmured out loud as if the scrap of metal was listening, "You said that I'm always on time, but no, I'm always too late." He sighed, glancing again at the dead heroes. "Do I really have a hero's intuition?"

As the hand which held the Core moved down to his side, he raised his head. The neutral expression in his eyes changed to that of seriousness. His lips were pursed a thin line, and his vacant fist was clenched tight.

I felt my chest swell with joy upon seeing this look on his face. He's provoked! He's getting serious! Time to have some fun!

In a flash, I saw his fist charging at me. His eyes were glowing with rage. How wonderful anger looks on him!

I instantly changed into Saitama Mode and launched my fist.

Blast was exclaiming something in fright, but I was too focused on the baldy to even consider it. Just as soon as our fists connected, a bright circle formed around the three of us, and we were teleported into space.

Before either of us knew it, and I don't know how it happened, but we were flying at the speed of light to who-knows-where, and we crash landed on some yellow star.

A swirl of yellow dust rose in the atmosphere of this star as I stood up on my feet and looked around for the hero. As the dust cleared, I raised my head and found the hero standing on a hill, looking down at me.

A massive brown planet with cream coloured swirls and lines were behind him. From the distinct stormy spot on the planet that his body was right in front of, I instantly recognized it as Jupiter. If we're seeing Jupiter, that means we're on one of its moons.

"Where are we?" he spoke, looking around, "Kinda getting a deja vu here."

First of all, how is he breathing? The atmosphere of any planet or moon besides Earth isn't suitable for humans. I looked down at the yellow surface I was standing on. Besides that, this moon looks like it has its crust formed by lava.