THE TRIALS: Path Toward Godhood. (warning: MATURE CONTENT)

The sun was slowly setting behind the high buildings, 

Kuroha was walking alone on the street while feeling a little under the weather. 

After the classes, he tried to speak to Aizawa about replacing him with someone else since he seriously didn’t want to become the class representative, but, Aizawa rejected his plea by saying that it was an order from the principal.

He couldn’t help but scratch his head and let out a sigh. It was seriously a pain to suddenly have such responsibility on the shoulder. Still, what was done was done, whining over something that couldn’t be changed would simply be a waste of time.

Thankfully, he was with Izuku, so at least he had someone who really wanted the job. The old Izuku would have been crushed by such a responsibility, but the current one wished for it.

Hum... Now that he thought about it, he didn’t really train with Izuku that much the last few weeks. He hoped that he became stronger, after all, it would really be pitiful if the successor of All Might didn’t become stronger. Perhaps he should have him meet Mirko? The fighting style he was trying to create was a little like the one Mirko used.

Apart from Izuku, he also had to meet Melissa this week in order to begin searching for the cause of the massacre of Saitama. He didn’t feel alright about simply obtaining all this information from her without sending some in exchange, but he seriously had no way of obtaining information without incurring a debt with Mujitsu and his team.

He had to see and try to talk with Shoto. He knew how much Rei missed him. Her current state would become even more stable if she could meet her son and get his forgiveness.

Finally, he had to enter the throne and speak to Madness about the headache he had when he spoke with Melissa.

(*Sight* So busy. So many things to do.)

He was seriously busy nowadays. Sometimes, he wished to simply curl down and stay down for a while without moving. He wished he could close his eyes and forget everything and simply sleep. He wished for many things, but the world didn’t care about what you wished. You simply had to deal with the card you received. Right now, his goal was clear.

Micro control.

He observed Madness and Slayer’s way of fighting. Madness was more about Macro control. He used a large quantity of blood with no particular finesse to destroy everything. Slayer, on the other hand, was more about little movement and careful use of the blood. But, he was still even more so deadly.

As he was right now, what Kuroha lacked was truly micro-control. Just imagining controlling thousands of swords at the same time sends a shiver to his spine. A greater micro-control would also allow him to better use his [BLINK].

He clenched his fist,

(I will hone my fighting instinct with Mirko, and after the festival, I will meet the one Milienia said would allow me to obtain greater control over my space quirk.)

Just as he was about to continue planning, the sound of his phone ringing brought him back. he took it and saw that it was a message from Himiko, 

‘Come to my position. My surprise is ready.’

He looked at this message for a while before switching contact and writing to Mirko. Now that she was his guardian, simply staying outside during the night two nights in row would be pushing it. The minimum was to tell her. After sending a short message, he closed his phone and directly teleported to Himiko.

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Himiko was wearing her usual negligee on her bed as she combed through the intel she obtained and noted. She couldn’t help but congratulate herself. She had always been good at lying, but she had never used her talent in such a way. To tell the truth, she found it extremely exhilarating.

Each time she went out with Kuroha, she couldn’t help but feel a little useless. Now though she wasn’t. She could actually help him. She could do something for him. She let out a smile of satisfaction as she looked at the pile of documents before looking at the time.

“Now, he should be finished with school”

She immediately sent him a message and waited for his answer.

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After teleporting to Himiko’s room, Kuroha looked at the surroundings with a little nostalgia. It hasn’t been that long, just a little more than one week. But so many events happened in the meantime that it feels like an eon ago.

He smiled a little as he saw the plushy doll made to look like him and the number of posters who seemed to have grown a little. Who would have thought that something so creepy could be so cute? 

“KUROHA!!!” *BOOM*

Kuroha was brought out of his musing after Himiko jumped into his arm and crashed with him on the ground. Thankfully, he managed to catch her and didn’t let her wound herself.

“*Sniff* *Sniff* Kuroha. It has been so long.”

Himiko began to blush heavily while sniffing his body. He hugged her and patted her head.

“Yeah. I missed you too.”

He, of course, wasn’t stupid enough to say that it has only been one week. He might not be a first-rate Don Juan, but he knew some words were to be avoided.

The room fell into silence while Himiko simply continued to hug him tighter and tighter in her arms. He couldn’t understand it, but for her, he was as necessary as the oxygen was to live. During this entire week, she held herself back from meeting him because she wanted to dedicate herself to finding those pieces of information. But now that he was back next to her, it feels like a missing piece of herself was complete.

After getting her fill, she rose her body and adopted a seated position on Kuroha. One shouldn’t forget what she was wearing. A red transparent babydoll with sexy red bra and panties. Himiko knew that Kuroha didn’t react to charm. But this didn’t stop her from doing it. She even began to grind a little in order to tease him as usual.

But, when she felt his growing reaction, she stopped short. Her brain fried.

Kuroha was excited? 

She looked at herself. She didn’t wear anything different from their usual meeting, neither did she use strange perfume. If she wasn’t the one who changed, then…

Her eyes flashed with a dangerous glint and narrowed a little before a large smile appeared on her face. She began to speak in a low and sweet voice,

“Kuroha~?”

For some reason, Kuroha immediately felt a shiver run down his spine. Himiko didn’t pay attention to his reactions as her hand slowly reached his private and...Gripped them. 

“Do you have something to tell me?”

The slowly tightening of her hand told him that his future would depend on his answer.