Lava Explosion in My Hero Academia

Chapter 401 :What is Hero(es) 

Masata sat on the boat and listened to the story told by the fisherman for a long time. The fisherman is actually not too busy. Because of his quirk, he only needs to cast the net and he can catch a lot of fish. Inside his net.

What the boatman has to do is to bring up the fishing nets at intervals.

The boat was full of dangdang fish, so much on the entire deck, almost impossible to fit.

I was staring at these fishes too thoughtfully.

Hero(es)

This word is so familiar.

The fisherman has been talking about Hero(es) and quirk and making a living.

The word Hero(es) has been lingering in Masata’s mind.

“The sun has set, let’s go back.” The fisherman said while looking at the setting sun.

There was a loud noise before he came back to his senses.

Then, the fisherman took the net and released the fish.

“Well, why do you want to do this.” Masata is very puzzled, because the fisherman has caught the fish for a day, and now he wants to release the fish. Masata doesn’t understand why.

The fisherman saw Masata’s puzzled expression.

So he explained with a smile: “Are you puzzled why I want to do this?”

Masata looked at the fisherman’s smiling face and nodded.

He was very confused. 477

The fisherman said: “I’m fishing just to satisfy my pleasure. Actually, someone from my family has already managed to live in the city. I have eighteen houses in the city. I can collect hundreds of thousands of dollars a month in rent, and I don’t lack money at all. Fishing on the sea is just for fun.

Masata has a black line on her face.

Sure enough, money makes people lose their troubles.

I understand too well and have values, but I have lost the specific memory of these things.

This feeling is very strange, like Masata knows how to speak, but forgets how he learned to speak.

This knowledge, as well as common sense, lived in Masata’s body like instinct.

Masata took this ship and returned to the bay.

The fisherman led Masata back to his home.

The fisherman’s house is a villa next to the sea cliff lighthouse.

Masata saw this villa. Although she knew that it was expensive, she didn’t feel any shock in her inexplicable heart. Instead, she felt a sense of habit.

Where do these feelings come from?

What’s too strange is this problem.

“Welcome the host back.” At the door, a black waiter bowed to the fisherman with a plate in his hand.

The fisherman waved his hand and said with a smile: “Come to the guests at home today, and treat them well.

The waiter responded and immediately went down to arrange dinner.

“Today’s dinner is karting, is it okay?” Entering the inner hall, another waiter in a black dress asked the fisherman.

“Oh, is it that fish with very delicious meat and a lot of juice? It’s very good, so I decided it was the one.” The fisherman looked happy.

The waiter immediately went down to make arrangements.

It didn’t take long for the sound of footsteps to be heard, and the room in front of him became brightly lit.

The fisherman took Masata around in the villa’s yard without rush, and introduced Masata one by one to the plants planted in his yard.

Masata looked at these plants, but his thoughts flew out of the sky.

After a while, the bell rang in the house, and the fisherman said, “It’s time for dinner, let’s go in.”

The fisherman brought the Masata into the house. There was nothing Masata had imagined. The big table was full of unfinished meals.

In front of Masata, there were only two large plates on a table.

The waiter lifted the plate, and under the plate was two pieces of fish.

“Come on, it’s delicious.” The fisherman didn’t have any arrogance of rich people. Instead, he smiled and invited Masata to eat at the table.

As she picked up the knife and fork, she was a little bit embarrassed.

The fisherman is too enthusiastic.

“Why do you help me like this?” Masata asked, looking at the fisherman.

The fisherman was stunned, looked at the Masata and said: “Why is there, because your face says, (cdei) I need help.”

Masata’s heart warmed up, and a familiar feeling rose to his heart.

It seems that I have said this to someone somewhere.

On this day, Masata fell asleep in an empty room after eating.

The fisherman called Masata early the next day.

He said that he would take Masata to a doctor to see if Masata had any mental illness.

“Your mental problem is probably caused by some stimulation. If you receive the same stimulation one day, you may be able to restore your memory.” The fisherman sat in front and drove the car and said to Masata.

The car walked leisurely on the mountain road, very leisurely.

Masata looked out the window. Outside the car, there was a sea of ​​Wangyang.

The mountain path is very narrow and long, like a small snake hovering on the mountain.

The fisherman began to talk about Masata’s possible reasons for this situation.

But the final summary is still one sentence: You have to trust the doctor and listen to the doctor’s words. What I say is just a guessing. The specific situation still depends on the expert’s opinion.

Masata has a black line on her face.

Are all the things you said before farting?

However, this journey did not seem so smooth.

When the car was halfway through, it suddenly turned off.

Then the car stopped.

The place where the car parked was a forest trail without any vehicles passing by.

“Strange, why did it turn off? I remember it was filled with oil before I left.

The fisherman was surprised, so he got out of the car to observe.

However, at this time, people in uniform appeared one after another beside the surrounding trees.

“Oh, this is the rich fisherman?” The head was a man with a red turban on his head.

Masata saw these people as if they were not kind. There were a total of 18 people, five of them had guns in their hands, and 13 of them had sharp weapons in their hands.

The sharp weapons are long knives and shou, and some are electric shockers.

“Mr. Fisher, we seem to be in trouble.

She frowned too much and looked at the people around her.

“Well, it seems to be.

The fisherman swallowed.

Then he raised his hands and said, “Masters, do you want my money? I don’t have any cash with me. I have a watch with a value of one and a half million dollars. Can this be used to exchange my freedom? ?”

The fisherman knew that he did not have enough fighting power to fight with them.

Unexpectedly, the uniformed man in front of him did not respond, but raised the gun in his hand.

Said: “Sorry, someone paid a higher price to buy your life.”

The fisherman’s pupils shrank: “No! I can make three million! Everything on me!’

The leader grabbed the trigger lightly.

“Fifteen million! The car can also be given to you, and there are other things in my car that can be used as a mortgage!”

Bang! Gunshots sounded.