Chapter 018
The muscular legs struck the ground firmly, and a sharp sonic boom echoed as intense vibrations spread across the surroundings. Joshiro's perception swept outward immediately, locking onto the danger. The buildings nearby trembled as glass threatened to shatter under the pressure.
In an instant, time seemed to stretch. Joshiro activated his ability, converting spiritual power into massive quantities of soul matter. Countless AT Field barriers emerged in layers and intercepted the sonic waves just before impact. The vibrations halted against the invisible walls of power, sparing the surrounding area from destruction.
With no hesitation, Joshiro accelerated upward. Disregarding gravity entirely, his body pierced the sound barrier and surged skyward like a projectile. The air split apart with each moment of his rise, leaving pressure waves trailing behind. The resistance of the atmosphere shattered against his force field as it reshaped into a streamlined form optimized for flight. Sonic booms echoed continuously as he ascended higher into the night sky.
The air grew thin and frigid as his altitude increased. Oxygen thinned rapidly, and the temperature dropped sharply, reaching levels cold enough to freeze metal. Joshiro adapted, his muscles vibrating to generate heat as his body forced away the numbing chill. His energy burned bright and steady, sustaining his climb.
Mental particles erupted in a blazing stream behind him, forming a luminous blue tail that trailed across the night sky. Cosmic radiation collided with the streaming flame, scattering light in shifting colors that burned visibly even from the ground below.
On a balcony in City Z, Saitama sat in a chair sipping tea. He raised his hand to shield his eyes as he noticed the streak across the sky. "Huh… it's a shooting star." He looked at the glimmering tail, his expression calm as ever. "Seeing one on the day I move must be a good sign… something along those lines, right?"
Across multiple districts, countless residents lifted their heads, making quiet wishes at the sight of the streak crossing the heavens.
…
"Joshiro-kun, the Director is asking for you!" Kyoko approached his desk with a folder pressed against her chest. She set it lightly on the table, her voice polite but hesitant.
"Coming." Joshiro closed the file he had just finished organizing and stood. He noticed her staring at him in silence for a moment before asking, "What is it, Kyoko? Something else?"
Her cheeks flushed as she shifted on her feet. "No… it's nothing. But, Joshiro-kun… is it just my imagination,or have you changed a lot recently?"
Following her gaze, Joshiro glanced down at his uniform. His chest pressed outward against the fabric, the musculature far more defined than it had once been. "So that's what you mean." He placed a finger on her forehead gently and pushed her back a step. "You've become prettier as well. Now get going-you said the Director was looking for me."
Caught off guard, Kyoko stumbled back before narrowing her eyes at his retreating figure. She stuck her tongue out lightly and muttered, "You deserve to be single forever." Her words were quiet enough that only silence followed her remark.
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Inside the Director's office, Joshiro entered and stood straight. "Director, you asked for me."
Director Akari gestured to the chair opposite him. "Sit down. Read this document."
Joshiro picked it up and scanned it quickly. "Special police training organized by the Metropolitan Police Department in City A… Do you want me to attend?"
"You'll not be attending as a student." Director Akari's arms folded on the desk. "You will serve as an instructor. Can I assume you have no objections?"
Joshiro lowered the paper and nodded after a short pause. "…No objections."
Leaving the office, confusion lingered in his thoughts. Normally, officers from Z City would be sent to train and prove themselves against other divisions, earning higher recognition for the department. Instead, he had now been told to teach others directly. It was unexpected but manageable.
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The next day, Joshiro boarded a train from City Z to City A, arriving just past noon at headquarters. Pulling himself back to attention, he addressed a woman who approached him. The police officer had an oval face, sharp eyes, and a commanding posture in her uniform. She carried herself with a noticeable confidence, her high ponytail swaying slightly as she walked.
"How can I help you?" Joshiro asked.
She adjusted the folder in her hands and regarded him evenly. "You are the officer from City Z's special training group?"
Joshiro retrieved a letter from his pocket and held it out. "Police officer Joshiro Joestar, reporting as ordered."
Her expression shifted slightly, her eyes flicking from the letter to him. "Ah, so you're not a student-you're listed as a training instructor. Understood. Please follow me."
"Understood," Joshiro replied simply before stepping in line behind her. After completing the registration process and transport arrangements, he boarded a bus bound for the outskirts of City A. An hour later, they arrived at a secluded training base under the supervision of the Metropolitan Police Department.
As soon as his luggage was placed down, an alarm split the air. Immediately, groups of officers were directed toward the training grounds. On the podium, the chief instructor's voice bellowed across the field.
"Run, all of you! Run, you worthless recruits!"
The shouting turned harsher with each command. "You are police officers-your duty is to protect civilians at any cost! If you cannot endure this level of training, how do you expect to stand against threats? Those who fall behind will be eliminated here. If you cannot wear the uniform with pride, then hide at home and pray for a hero to save you!"
Joshiro stood silently at the side of the grounds, his new instructor's armband visible. The emphasis on sacrifice and disdain for reliance on heroes was not unexpected, and he accepted his task for now without comment.
The first day ended with harsh drills that left even the most capable recruits exhausted. Based on Heroes Association standards, Joshiro estimated the best of them held the equivalent of C-Class to B-Class combat strength-competent against common threats but far from outstanding against genuine monsters. Still, among normal people, they stood out as elite.
Weeks passed quickly. Under relentless conditions, even the weakest recruits improved markedly, bodies hardened by the constant physical strain. Joshiro's own group endured double the standard training hours, with mandatory sessions added morning, afternoon, and late night. This cycle extended into dawn before connecting seamlessly with regular drills, leaving the recruits drained but unwilling to quit.
At first, a few had attempted to argue against the heavy workload, but the moment Joshiro met them with calm resolve, they fell silent. Soon, even students from neighboring groups grew tense when he passed nearby. The discipline he enforced became known throughout the base.
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