I Became a Demon Sword and Traveled the Anime Worlds

"These are things you should have learned in elementary school."

Satoru Suzuki listened quietly, still a little confused by the sudden history lesson.

"And what exactly do you mean by the third revolution?"

Even though he did not fully understand where Amai Mask was going with this, Satoru still listened politely and attentively.

That attitude made Amai Mask even more certain of his choice.

"For certain reasons, I once researched biology."

Amai Mask's voice remained calm, but his expression was unusually serious.

"Humans are also called homeostatic environmental organisms. In simple terms, that means humans are living beings that will alter even the environment itself for their own benefit."

"That is why humanity has survived for so long despite possessing such weak bodies."

He looked directly at Satoru.

"And right now, we are in the middle of the third revolution."

"Monsters are appearing from among us. It is like catching a cold. When sickness appears, medicine is needed."

"To solve this problem and face this chaos, the world needs true heroes."

Amai Mask's tone grew heavier.

"Talent. Charisma. The ability to move people's hearts. The leadership to command the masses."

"All of these are essential."

"True heroes will lead a new revolution in this chaotic world."

His eyes focused on Satoru with absolute certainty.

"So, Mumen Rider, you must become a True Hero."

"That is why I have decided to let you debut properly and become a superhero."

"Believe in me and follow me."

His words were sincere.

There was no trace of false emotion.

Amai Mask truly wanted Satoru Suzuki to become the hero who would lead the world.

In his heart, only Satoru was the perfect candidate.

Hearing this confession, Satoru looked somewhat at a loss.

After all, this was almost the same as saying that he had to become the world's saviour.

But was he really suited for that?

More importantly, did he have time to waste on it?

Just as Satoru hesitated, Amai Mask seemed to see through his concerns and smiled.

"Don't hesitate."

"You only need to defeat Monsters as you usually do."

"My team will package your image perfectly."

Satoru still did not quite understand.

"Then wouldn't it be fine for you to become this hero yourself?"

To his surprise, Amai Mask rejected the idea without hesitation.

"I cannot."

His answer was firm.

"I can tell you the reason another day."

Faced with his argument, Satoru fell silent for a while.

In the end, he still refused.

"I'm sorry."

His voice was gentle but steady.

"But whether I become famous or not isn't important to me."

"For me, as long as I can protect the justice in my heart, that is enough."

Amai Mask wanted to say more.

But at that moment, Bang and Atomic Samurai, who had been hiding in the shadows, stepped out.

"Coming to my house in the middle of the night..."

Atomic Samurai stood there with a stalk of foxtail grass in his mouth, his sword resting on his shoulder.

"If word got out, it wouldn't look good."

At the same time, Bang walked forward slowly.

"Amai Mask."

His voice was calm.

"Please respect my disciple's decision."

Seeing the two of them appear, Amai Mask swallowed the words he had been about to say.

"Then I won't disturb you any longer."

His gaze returned to Satoru.

"But I will come looking for you again."

Satoru stood in place and watched him leave, his expression complicated.

Then he turned toward the two masters behind him.

For a moment, he did not know what to say.

Bang seemed to see his embarrassment and spoke first.

"Don't worry about it."

The old man smiled faintly.

"I didn't hear anything."

"Since Bang said that, I'll pretend I didn't hear anything either."

Atomic Samurai scratched his head, looking a little troubled.

With that, the two turned to leave.

Looking at their backs, Satoru felt warmth rise in his chest.

But before Atomic Samurai walked away completely, he stopped and turned his head.

His expression became solemn.

"Having a good sword is indeed like giving wings to a tiger."

He looked at Satoru seriously.

"But remember this. The most important thing will never be the sword."

Satoru suddenly knelt on the ground and bowed deeply toward their retreating figures.

"This disciple will keep it in mind!"

Bang and Atomic Samurai left with satisfied expressions.

Only Satoru remained under the night sky.

He gripped his sword with both hands and continued honing his swordsmanship with everything he had.

At the same time, in City Z's Ghost Town.

Under the cover of a dark and windy night, several figures appeared near the street.

Although they all wore masks, each mask bore a conspicuous black meteor mark.

The leader's mask carried four meteors.

The others had only three.

The leader looked toward the apartment building and spoke coldly.

"Is this the place?"

One of the people behind him responded immediately.

"Yes. According to our investigation, Speed o' Sound Sonic is here."

After a brief pause, he continued, "Furthermore, only his neighbour lives nearby. A B Class Hero named Saitama."

The leader's tone grew colder.

"This kind of place is convenient for action."

"When the operation begins, kill that man named Saitama as well. Silence him."

"Asuramaru will ultimately belong to us, Tsukuyomi."

His words were full of confidence, as if Asuramaru was already within reach.

And they were not the only ones here.

Numerous bounty hunters, as well as experts sent by wealthy figures and various organizations, were hidden in the surrounding area.

It could be said that this entire place had been surrounded.

Inside Saitama's apartment, Genos immediately sensed the intense energy fluctuations outside.

His eyes flickered rapidly.

He looked at his teacher, who was still sleeping.

For a moment, Genos considered whether to act.

But if he moved too loudly, he might disturb his teacher's sleep.

Besides, with that stalker's current strength, there should not be any problem.

Next door, inside the sword, Asuramaru sensed the situation outside and spoke.

"Quite a lot of people have come. What do you plan to do?"

Sonic's answer was simple.

"I said it before."

His voice was cold.

"Everyone who dares to come will die."

As he spoke, his figure flashed and vanished from the apartment.

Outside, the members of Tsukuyomi were just about to make their move.

They planned to use Psychokinesis and destroy the apartment building directly.

The others hidden in the dark chose to wait and observe.

However, just as the Tsukuyomi members were about to act, Sonic appeared silently behind them.

His sword swept through the air.

The heads of all four Tsukuyomi members flew off at once.

Even though the leader was a Dragon level psychic who controlled Psychokinesis, he was still completely powerless before Sonic.

After all, the gap between Dragon levels could sometimes be larger than the gap between a human and a dog.

The moment those four heads flew into the air, the people still observing nearby had not even reacted.

Sonic's figure had already disappeared again.

All they could see were black flashes streaking through the night.

After that came heads.

One after another, heads flew into the air.

No one even had time to scream.

Only then did those people finally understand the origin of the name Black Flash.

Silent.

Soundless.

Merciless.

In only a few moments, even the wailing stopped.

Every person who had come to seize the sword had been decapitated.

Among the hundreds who came, only Tsukuyomi had sent a Dragon level expert.

That made Sonic somewhat disappointed.

He looked at the corpses covering the ground and the blood slowly spreading across the street.

There was no discomfort in his eyes.

Instead, he memorized the organizations behind these people.

Especially Tsukuyomi.

After all, Sonic was extremely vengeful.

"You had better hope I never catch you."

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