Walking Off the Meal
"Add two servings of char siu, and plenty of scallion whites!"
Sing Sing broke the chopsticks apart and scraped the splinters off the wood along the edge of the table.
The tonkotsu ramen was served, and I immediately buried my head in it and slurped it down as soon as it was steaming hot.
Ichirai Hisako sat next to him, holding a cup of barley tea in both hands.
This man, who just yesterday defeated the entire Toyo High School, is now pestering the ramen vendor for an extra half spoonful of free minced garlic.
The contrast is truly absurd.
Sing Sing stirred the minced garlic into the noodle soup, picked up the soup spoon, and took a big gulp.
"That feels good."
He smacked his lips and pointed in a direction with his chopsticks, "Is the food in the school cafeteria even fit for humans? Those two fried pork chops are so hard you could use them to nail the soles of leather shoes!"
Ichirai Hisako stared at the ripples in her teacup and said quietly, "You were so high-profile yesterday, they must have been watching you. These people never play by the rules when it comes to solving problems."
It's alright.
Sing Sing took a bite of char siu and mumbled, "But Hisako-chan, what exactly is that thing you made in the classroom yesterday? It's just a tiny arm armor?"
"Any new tricks? Let me see them!"
Ichirai Hisako took the soy sauce ramen from the shopkeeper, picked up a noodle with her chopsticks, and blew on it. "Are you sure you want to see? Once I fully release, I can't control the noise."
Sing Sing Chow chuckled, "Don't worry! With me here, even Ultraman would have to turn his chest timer red before he can leave!"
After saying that, Sing Sing took another big bite and said contentedly, "Shall we hurry up and eat? After we're full, let's find somewhere to stroll around."
"Um."
Suburbs.
A construction site for an unfinished building, which has been abandoned for nearly half a year, is completely surrounded by barriers, and there isn't even a street light nearby.
Sing Sing Chow looked around and nodded in satisfaction. "This place is great, perfect for murder, robbery, and disposing of a body. It's an auspicious spot. Come on, Hisako-chan, show it off~"
Without any preamble, Ichirai Hisako got straight to the point.
A ghostly blue light emanated from its body, rapidly expanding in size and instantly solidifying into a human-shaped outline.
Transparent armor with samurai armor features was constructed out of thin air, with broad shoulder armor and a thick breastplate.
The head is shaped like a demon mask with exposed fangs.
A nearly three-meter-tall energy armor completely enveloped Ichirai Hisako's petite body at its very center.
Ichirai Hisako looked at Sing Sing with some nervousness.
"Wow! That's cool!" Sing Sing exclaimed. "How about we try hitting that pillar?"
Ichirai Hisako nodded, raised her hand and waved it; after a loud crash, the concrete pillar was severed in half.
Sing Sing's eyes lit up, and he clapped and cheered, "Bravo!"
This reaction was beyond Ichirai Hisako's expectations.
"That's a great ability!"
Sing Sing stepped forward and tapped the leg of the armor.
"360-degree defense plus heavy-duty demolition capabilities! Come work for our bureau! You can choose between the demolition team or the riot squad!"
Ichirai Hisako was taken aback by this bizarre line of thought. Helplessly, she dispersed her spiritual power, and her armor turned into specks of light and vanished in the wind.
What are you thinking about all day long?
"That's great! Mutants are people too, they need to eat and sleep, wouldn't it be better to find a stable job?"
Ichirai Hisako rolled her eyes and said irritably, "Can't you be serious?! The situation here is complicated!"
"All right."
Sing Sing said seriously, "Then let's get down to business. Is there anything you can tell me about the school's underground facilities, those live specimens, or events from decades ago?"
He tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, and after thinking carefully, Ichirai Hisako said, "There are some, and these rumors have been passed down by word of mouth."
"A senior who had been imprisoned for decades once managed to escape and discovered a secret: schools today are not simply educational institutions at all."
"The school was founded at the end of World War II, and this land was originally a secret experimental base of the Japan Army. A large number of captured China prisoners of war were held in the basement."
Sing Sing remained silent, his expression deeply moved.
"They conducted horrific biochemical and genetic experiments. Those researchers attempted to extract Mutants cells and inject them into ordinary prisoners of war, trying to artificially create super bioweapons."
Countless people died on the operating table, leaving no trace of their bodies. Deep within the underground air-raid shelters lie countless skeletons.
"Even in the final moments, on the eve of defeat, they didn't spare their own people; large numbers of civilians were also sent in."
Sing Sing lowered his head; he caught a whiff of something.
That was the blood that could still seep from the cracks in the soil, even after almost a century.
These so-called educators, dressed in suits and ties, are sitting in chairs padded with human bones.
The old ghosts from back then are all dead, but now these little devils have dug up some scrap metal and want to continue with that cannibalistic live body modification.
They even set their sights on Logan's bloodline and the Healing Factor.
Blood debts incur interest.
They have to take full responsibility!
Not a single one of them will escape!
"The financial chain behind the Council is still tied to the remnants of those militaristic forces from back then," Ichirai Hisako added.
"They used the school as a front, but in reality, they were constantly selecting suitable students to fill the positions, continuing the experiment from years ago."
"They kept me alive because they wanted to replicate my ability. Actually, I can't really say whether my ability is a mutant or inherited from my family. In any case, my armor can materialize into guardian spirits or ghosts and gods."
"So they're being relatively polite to me so far, not forcing me to do any special experiments. Of course, this is the result of my cooperation; if I didn't comply, I'd be the next one lying on the experimental table."
Suddenly.
A gust of wind swept across the back of my neck.
Sing Sing glanced at the pile of waste on his right out of the corner of his eye; a faint reflection flickered in the messy shadows.
Sing Sing reached out and grabbed Ichirai Hisako's arm, pulling her behind him without saying a word.
"How..."
Sing Sing raised his hand, signaling her to be quiet.
He turned around, his gaze fixed on the pillars of the unfinished building.
"Come out. Aren't you tired of squatting and holding your breath all the time?"
There was no answer in the darkness; it was deathly silent.
"What? Do you want me to treat you to ramen?"
In an instant, four dark figures leaped out from different directions, all dressed in black night clothes, with only their scarlet eyes visible.
As Sing Sing watched the encirclement gradually shrink, he cracked his neck and chuckled, "I just finished eating and someone comes all this way to be my punching bag."
"I like this kind of exercise to aid digestion."
So cool!