Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist

When Bang first saw the fluorescent patterns on the two of them, his first thought was that they were just a pair of punk kids with tattoos. Nothing special.

But now that he was closer, he realized they did not seem to be tattoos at all. They had genuinely grown onto their bodies.

That made Bang a little worried.

Oh no, this isn't some kind of contagious disease, is it?

Bang immediately slowed his approach.

Crossing the threshold of the dojo gate, Bang tilted his head slightly toward Morien.

"Young man, what happened to your bodies?"

Morien immediately understood what Bang was worried about and smiled as he waved a hand.

"It's fine, old man. Normally, this thing isn't contagious."

"Normally isn't contagious?" Bang immediately caught the implication. "So it can be contagious?"

"Mm..." Morien thought for a moment before answering, "It should basically only be passed down genetically, right?"

Morien felt that he was not wrong.

The only ones who could suffer from Entropy Loss Syndrome were Pathstriders of Propagation or their "offspring."

Bang immediately misunderstood.

Oh, so they were brother and sister, or sister and brother.

Then it was fine.

As long as it was not contagious.

His dojo only had one disciple left. If that disciple caught some illness too, he would have nowhere to cry.

"Master, do we have guests?"

A young man holding a broom poked his head out from nearby.

"Yes, two people have come to become disciples," Bang answered.

"Great! I'll go prepare the reception room right away," Charanko said excitedly.

"Mm, go ahead." Bang waved a hand.

Two people?

Mosquito Girl looked around and realized that she seemed to have been included as well.

"Um, sorry." Mosquito Girl tentatively raised her hand. "I'm not here to become a disciple."

Compared to her originally arrogant demeanor, Mosquito Girl was quite obedient now.

"Is that so? What a pity."

Bang glanced back at her.

Feeling Bang's gaze, Mosquito Girl immediately put on an innocent smile.

She was a cyborg, not a cavewoman.

She knew of Silver Fang, ranked third among the S-Class Heroes.

It was said that even Tornado of Terror, the most overbearing of the S-Class Heroes, would not throw a tantrum in front of the old man before her.

She was a little worried now, worried that Bang would see through her identity as a Monster.

However, unlike Mosquito Girl, Morien was not worried at all about her identity being exposed. He was not worried in the slightest that anyone would connect her to the Demon-level Disaster from that morning.

That bunch of useless fools at the Hero Association could not even figure out which hero had killed a Monster after it was dead. If a hero's appearance was not distinctive enough, then no matter how much work they did, people would still question whether they were "taking shortcuts."

And they wanted to investigate Monster information?

With their habit of judging by appearances, even if Mosquito Girl walked around holding a sign and announcing that she was a "Demon-level Disaster," nobody would care.

Seeing that another member of his "reserve disciple pool" had slipped away, Bang sighed helplessly.

In the past, his dojo had been quite crowded.

After all, it was Bang's dojo.

But ever since his disciple Garou beat up every other disciple and crippled several of them, everyone had fled the dojo.

After walking through the courtyard and taking off their shoes to enter the dojo, Bang led the two of them into the so-called reception room.

Though it was called a reception room, it was really just a tatami room with a low table.

Bang sat down first and raised a hand in invitation.

"Please."

Morien sat cross-legged, while Mosquito Girl sat in seiza beside him.

Charanko carried over a tea tray and served tea nearby.

Bang picked up his teacup and gestured with it.

"I probably don't need to introduce myself. I'm Bang."

"I'm Morien."

"I... I'm Mosquito Girl," Mosquito Girl answered.

"Mosquito Girl?" Bang repeated the name and chuckled. "You aren't willing to become a disciple, and you're not even willing to give your real name?"

"You two are quite interesting. One wears a mask but uses his real name, while the other does not wear a mask but uses a code name."

"Not necessarily." Morien spread his hands. "How can you be sure I didn't give you a fake name?"

"I don't care." Bang looked at Morien's mouth, which had not opened once from beginning to end. "Anyway, here, you are Morien."

"When it comes down to it, I'm more curious about the way you speak."

Bang did not care whether his disciples or prospective disciples used real names or false names. After all, one of his disciples was named Garou.

"My way of speaking..." Morien touched his mouth. "It can't be helped. I don't know Japanese."

"You don't know Japanese, so you communicate telepathically instead?"

"That's quite impressive."

Bang smiled.

"Then let's return to the matter of becoming a disciple." Bang took a sip of tea. "Since Miss Mosquito Girl is not interested in studying here, what about you?"

"Of course I'm interested." Morien spoke frankly. "I came here to learn Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist."

"Oh, how honest." Bang nodded approvingly. "I appreciate that kind of personality."

"But it's very difficult to learn, you know. Do you have any martial arts foundation?"

Morien gave a thumbs-up.

"Don't judge by appearances. I'm a genuine Melee Scholar."

"I see, a scholar." Bang nodded. "So you came here for academic study."

"Then you've decided to continue your studies here, correct?" Bang opened his left hand. "Then let's discuss tuition."

"How about... ten thousand yen a month?" Bang said.

Ten thousand yen was roughly 850 yuan.

Given Bang's status, that was indeed quite a good price.

"Ah, that's expensive. Can it be cheaper?" Morien thought for a moment and realized that he did not seem to have that much money.

"Then how much do you want to pay?" Bang was fairly easygoing.

"How about one hundred yen?"

"Are you trying to freeload off this old man?"

One hundred yen could not even buy a rice ball.

"Ah, this is different from how I imagined becoming a disciple would be." Morien scratched his hair. "I thought it would be the kind where you become a disciple for free, with food and lodging included."

"Are you some sheltered young master who knows nothing of the world?"

"No."

"Then are you an alien who just arrived on Earth?"

"Mm..." Morien thought about it. "That could be true."

"What a casual identity!"

Bang's disciple Charanko immediately could not stand it anymore.

"Do you even know who you're talking to right now?!"

"That is Silver Fang, ranked third among the S-Class Heroes!"

"He is a martial arts master whose movements flow like clouds and running water, who toys with opponents in the palm of his hand, and who can shatter massive boulders with a single strike like a raging torrent!"

Morien smiled and waved a hand.

"I was just joking."

"And your teacher hasn't even gotten angry yet."

"By the way, your teacher probably isn't as weak as you made him sound, right?"

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