Chapter 019
Under the scorching sun at the training ground, a figure ran along the track at a sprinting speed close to a hundred meters per lap. Dressed in a vest and shorts, Joshiro's defined frame reflected the light harshly in the midday sun. His muscles flexed with the consistency of coiled steel, and his strides carried explosive power with every movement. Each lap blurred into the next, his form cutting through the air at a speed difficult for the eye to follow. Students standing at the sidelines could only watch as his pace increased relentlessly, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead in steady rhythm.
The sheer burst of speed, the stamina displayed, and the uncompromising strength of his body made him appear as if he were something more than human.
After finally slowing to a jog, Joshiro cooled down with a few laps before approaching the student assigned as the recorder. "Have the results been recorded?"
The student snapped out of his daze and nodded quickly. "Recorded, sir! Got it!"
"Then train according to this standard. Afterward, move to the comprehensive training hall for practical drills. Understood?"
"Yes!"
Their voices carried in unison, their bodies trembling slightly as they stood straight in line. In the control room above, the chief instructor observed with steady eyes and gave a satisfied nod. "Good. At last, they look like elite officers. Which class is this one?"
"Report, Chief-it's Class 7!"
…
On the simple sparring platform inside the gymnasium, Kevin, a recruit from City A, swallowed nervously as his name was called. His throat constricted as his eyes shifted to his opponent. Joshiro stood calm and composed across from him-the instructor from City Z known for his overwhelming physical power and unbreakable presence.
Kevin's chest tightened with despair. Facing him directly only revealed the suffocating pressure of Joshiro's aura. It felt like standing beneath a weight ready to crush him at any moment. He could barely breathe, and his limbs trembled despite his willpower.
Joshiro simply observed quietly, noting Kevin's hesitation. He recognized the student's instincts; the ability to sense overwhelming pressure itself was a rare gift among ordinary trainees. He remained patient, giving Kevin the time to act first.
Kevin's breathing turned ragged, and suddenly he roared with everything in him. "As a police officer, I will never back down! Even if you are called a Demon King, I will still challenge you!"
The students along the sidelines whispered to each other in shock and fear. They didn't believe Kevin would last after speaking so boldly.
Joshiro tilted his head slightly. "Demon King…?"
His thoughts were interrupted as Kevin charged forward with reckless force. Joshiro shifted his body aside, avoiding the wild strike, and countered with a precise fist.
The impact landed directly in Kevin's abdomen. The air rushed out of Kevin's lungs as his body folded sharply to the blow. His eyes went wide before he collapsed heavily to the platform, unable to rise.
Gasps echoed across the audience. "The instructor is too strong." "It was over instantly…I couldn't even see clearly." "If I'm next, I'll never hold out."
Joshiro crossed his arms, irritation showing slightly on his brow. The reaction was not unexpected-his dominance in the ring remained absolute, and Class 7's record stayed untarnished. Anyone who dared to face him ended the same way-instructed by his decisive fist.
As evening approached, the instructors arranged a larger sparring event across several classes. With Joshiro's guidance, Class 7 rose quickly to the top, catching even the attention of senior officials. In time spent at the camp, Joshiro had already come to recognize the chief instructor as the current head of the Metropolitan Police Department-a man of rank and authority who had coordinated the training program personally.
"Everyone did well today," the chief began. "Strong spirit…"
The words cut off as a deafening impact echoed from the sky above. All heads turned to see a massive shadow blotting out the sun as a section of an office building hurtled downward, tearing through the clouds at frightening speed.
Chaos erupted as the shadow bore down on the training grounds. Joshiro's senses sharpened, and his perception reached outward past the panic. He could hear countless cries coming from inside the collapsing structure. People were trapped within the falling building.
He clenched his jaw, his expression hardening. This was no longer training; lives were in immediate danger. He inhaled deeply and released his telekinetic power in full force. A blue light spread rapidly from his form, expanding outward until a massive film enveloped the entire building. Within the same instant, smaller spheres branched off from his power, each cocooning the officers and recruits below.
The impact came with devastating force, but Joshiro's field held firm. The building slowed until it stopped completely just above the ground, suspended in the air. The shockwave tore through the surrounding landscape, but the protective field shielded all those within the camp.
Smoke and dust filled the air before dispersing. Everyone present turned their eyes upward. Joshiro remained in the air, glowing in the same light as the building he held aloft.
"Instructor Joshiro… he's flying!" one officer shouted. Another cried out, "No-he saved us!"
Joshiro's voice carried over the shock. "Chief, this is Instructor No. Z0001, Joshiro. I will move the building outside the training camp. Please organize personnel for rescue operations immediately."
The chief's composure returned slightly as he processed the sight before him-his men alive, the building suspended safely, and Joshiro standing as the line that had prevented disaster. Relief washed over his features as he gave a firm nod. "Joshiro… we are fortunate you are here. I will order immediate rescue efforts!"
Lowering the building carefully onto open ground nearby, Joshiro descended slowly, the light fading from his body. He turned to the chief. "City A may already be under attack by monsters. I will head there immediately to assess and respond."
The chief placed his hand firmly over his chest and met his eyes. "Good. Leave the rescue here to us. Do what you must."
Downtown A-City.
Boom! Boom!
On the busy street, a metal tower crane dozens of meters high was moving forward step by step, leaving broken potholes beneath its feet. Cars were abandoned in the streets, traffic had collapsed into chaos, and panicked citizens fled in every direction.
At the front of the crane's arm, a grotesque human face had formed, contorted and metallic. It let out a harsh laugh that grated like steel grinding against steel.
"Creak, creak, creak, creak! Quack, quack, quack! This uncle was tired of climbing tower cranes every day for work, so he merged with the crane itself! The Crane monster! Human structures are nothing before me! Destroy them all!"
Sirens blared across A-City as the Hero Association issued an emergency broadcast.
"Hero Association broadcast! Hero Association broadcast! A giant 30-meter mechanical monster has appeared in A-City, designated 'Crane Monster.' Disaster level: Demon. All available heroes in the vicinity are to engage the target immediately!"
…
In the skies above, Joshiro Joestar flew swiftly over the city. The sonic booms followed in his wake as his eyes locked onto the destruction below. The Crane Monster was swinging its uneven arms, smashing through buildings on both sides. Debris rained down in clouds of dust, and cries from those trapped in the wreckage echoed upward.
The scenes of destruction mirrored the collapse of the special training camp not long ago. His enhanced perception caught every detail: crushed bodies beneath debris, voices fading to silence. Joshiro's jaw tightened as the crackle of electricity gathered in his veins.
High above A-City, the calm skies darkened. Silver-white lightning filled his eyes as thunder roared from within him. Clouds thickened rapidly; bolts of electricity streaked across the sky as the muffled sound of thunder rolled like distant drums.
Joshiro raised his hand. The storm was ready to descend.
"Squeak! Burp! What's happening to the sky?" The Crane Monster looked upward in confusion as the light dimmed. "I'm not a weak human anymore! Rain won't matter! Squeak-ah?!"
From the shifting clouds, a concentrated pillar of lightning struck, splitting the air as it tore down onto the Crane Monster's massive frame. The sky briefly lit as if it were midday. The impact sent a shock through the entire block, stunning the creature into immobility as electricity coursed across its structure.
Boom! The thunder faded, leaving only smoke and the metallic scent of scorched steel.
When the haze cleared, pieces of red-hot scrap metal lay embedded in the blackened street. The monster's twisted body remained partially intact, sparking with electricity.
"Squeak-it hurts! Who did this?! I'll find you and bury you in concrete!" the Crane Monster shrieked.
Before Joshiro could prepare a second strike, an impatient voice called down from above.
"It's too noisy."
From the clouds, a small green figure descended slowly, her aura pressing outward with overwhelming psychic pressure. Scattered arcs of her power rippled like waves against the atmosphere. As she drew closer, her distinct emerald curls and black gown came into view.
"Tatsumaki," Joshiro muttered. "Class-S Rank 2, Tornado of Terror… though at this point the Association hasn't even established the ranking system. Still, her strength is already undeniable."
…
Meanwhile, in Z-City, inside a supermarket, a man paused between aisles.
"Achoo!"
Saitama rubbed his nose and frowned faintly. He stood before the refrigerated shelves, debating between discounted chicken breast and veal cuts. He wore his plain yellow hero suit with cleaning gloves over his hands, likely having stopped by the supermarket during patrol. His expression was unremarkable, almost bland, but his indecision over groceries held him distracted for several moments.
"Eh… Am I catching a cold? Or maybe someone's thinking about me," he muttered while resting his chin in his hand. "Strange. The weather isn't even cold. I've kept up with training every day… then why?"
He sighed and reached out for the chicken breast. "Fine, hot pot tonight. Chicken will do."
He glanced briefly at his phone. "…It's been over two weeks since I saw Joshiro. Maybe I should give him a call."
An announcement came over the supermarket's speakers.
"Attention customers: today's limited sale items are sold out. The next limited event begins next Saturday. Thank you for shopping with us."
Saitama looked at the empty shelves and gave a resigned nod. "Well, decision's made then." He dropped the chicken breast into his cart and quietly headed for the register.
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