Chapter 87 - CH 70: ISSUE (2) (1/2)

Kuroha looked with surprise at the one who opened the door for him. Mirko, the hero ranked fifth. A very powerful woman. Kuroha wasn't a fanboy like Izuku and Nighteye, as such his knowledge of heroes was rather sparse, but it was hard to not know her since Minagata had a larger poster of her in her Hero costume in his room.

Right now, she wasn't wearing her hero costume, but rather a pair of tights jean and a beautiful grey shirt.

”Oh! So you're one of my juniors Master talked about? Enter.”

She opened the door wide and stepped aside. Kuroha didn't mind her and did as he was told. Anyway, he didn't have too much luggage on him. The interior of the room was rather large and luxurious. It was clear that Mirko didn't lack money. What more if his suspicions were right, the totality of this building belonged to her. This was rather astonishing

Kuroha looked around a little before finally settling down and took a seat on one of the chairs and stayed silent. He didn't really care about what she would do. As long as she gives him shelter and something to eat he would be happy. In the worst case, he would simply be at Himiko's home. Her might not be as large as Momo, but it was still large enough to be called a mansion.

Meanwhile, Mirko was looking at him with contemplation. Milienia wasn't someone anyone could take as a master. If it was a game, she would be the equivalent of the super powerful old master full of mysteries who trained the hero and transformed him into a super fighter with some weird and painful, very very painful training regiment. In fact, from what she knew, Milienia trained a very large amount of heroes throughout the world, and many of them reached a rather high level.

But, even then, all of them were nothing more than playing in Milienia's eyes. Well, a plaything was a little derogatory. At most they could be called pass time that she enjoyed for a while before becoming bored. Only a very select few of those she trained could call her master. The criterion wasn't strength, nor talent, but rather simply liking. If she liked them she would take them as a disciple. If she didn't, she would just teach them some little things before going away and redo everything.

Mirko was one of the select few. She wasn't Japanese from birth, but rather from a war-torn country in another part of the world. There, it was a dog eat dog type of world. In that country, she already stood out as a powerful figure and was revered by many. But, once she met her, she was crushed so mercilessly that she had a nightmare for the following week. Worst, after Knocking her out, Milienia actually kidnapped her before sending through the world as a mercenary and then telling her to go to Japan.

That was why she didn't form a team and agency. She didn't know why her master wanted her to play the hero in Japan, but she knew that it wouldn't be pretty. What more, in her eyes heroes who join teams were nothing more than cowards. One should only rely on his or her own strength to go through any adversities.

Anyway, she really wondered what Master saw in him. After all, even though the two of them were disciples. Mirko could feel that the love master had for this boy was far greater than anything else. When she talked to her about him and how amazing he was, she felt like her master was taking Kuroha as her own child or something even closer.

Looking at the boy in front of her, the first thought that flashed through her mind was how alike they were. The same red eyes, the same tanned skin, the same long white hair. Apart from her rabbit ears, anyone who saw them would think that they were related in some way or another.  Well, of course, that was impossible. She might be an orphan, but she knew who her parents were. Just that they were killed during the war. Still, she would be lying if she said that his appearance didn't make her feel closer to him.

This wasn't all. She could see it, this kid was different. His mind was different. When he saw her, apart from a mild surprise, he showed no other emotion. Few kids could be as calm and as bold as this one. For her, more than their matching appearance, and the fact that they had the same master, seeing him so calm was what pleased her the most. She hated how wishy-washy most heroes in Japan were. she nodded to herself

(If he is half as amazing as the master said, then he being here won't be boring.)

She was about to open her mouth and speak to him when one of her phones rang. She had two phones, and this one was exclusively used for work. She frowned a little before temporarily ignoring it.