Chapter 17: The Metal Bat

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Alley No POV

Garou was dreaming of himself as a child watching this TV show named "Justice Man" as he was cheering for the villains. He recalled that it was not fair that no monster was not been able to defeat Justice Man, not really comprehending that if that were to happen then the show would have been over. He sympathized for the monsters as he wondered why should the popular win while the hated lose?

Garou;<mind> while the hated lose? It's tragic! If that's how the world works, then I will become the strongest monster, and I'll lose to no one.

Garou wakes up on top of some trash.

Garou; huh? What the hell am I doing here? <gets up> what happened last night? It's all so fuzzy.

Hero Association

Man; in regards to last night's attack on Director Zeimeet, it was almost certainly the work of the vicious Hero Hunter, Garou.

Man2: then, he's not just targeting heroes now. It's the entire association!

Man3: he was able to defeat Tank Top Master quite easily, and the usual protocols will not dispel fear. Issue a cautionary memo.

Man1: executives should remain indoors if possible. When going out, they must be accompanied by a Class-S Hero.

Man2: is that realistic? Class S has been up to their ears in dealing with monsters lately.

Man3: the directors are the conduits to our sponsors. Their safety takes precedence.

Exma:<looking at a picture of both Wade and Axel with interest>

Meanwhile

Garou was was crossing pictures of heroes he already hunted like the Tank Top Heroes, Spring Mustachio, Golden Ball, and Mumen Rider as he was looking at King's picture mostly.

King's Apartment

King:<on the phone while playing video games> act as an executive's bodyguard? I refuse. "Why not?" Because I'm already in the middle of a big battle, okay? My opponent is down, but I'm not finished. I'm going to hit the boss in his secret lair. Ask someone else.

Conveyor Belt Suchi restaurant

Metal Bat was in this place being a bodyguard to this ugly fat rich guy named Narinki and his equally ugly brat kid Waganma.

Narinki: I'm counting on you to protect us today, Mr Metal Bat.

Metal Bat:<thought while pissed> really? This is what they call a critical assignment?

Narinki: it seems association executives are targets, too, now apparently, but my boy here simply insisted on going out and trying peasant food.

Waganma: look, papa! A plate of pudding's coming by!

Narinki: how droll. Our tab won't even be 10,000 yen. What an amusing experience this is, trying to make their inferior cuisine more fun to eat.

Metal Bat:<thought> what is this? Am I in hell?! <voice> whoa, whoa! Don't put that back on the belt!

Waganma: why shouldn't I? <goes to do that>

Metal Bat:<snatched it out of his hand and placed it on the table> they need these plates to tally your bill.

Narinki; come, now. It's only good manners to return one's plate. <goes to put it back>

Metal Bat:<snatched it> pretty sure I just told you not to put them back.

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