Ch. 10 A Hero’s Daily Life
by AfuhfuihgsChapter 10 – A Hero’s Daily Life
The nights in Kivotos are long.
This wasn’t just a literal observation—it also described the shadows lurking beneath the city’s surface.
With the Sanctum Tower disabled, the city had become the perfect stage for those who thrived outside the law.
The black market served as a meeting ground for delinquents from every academy, scattered small-time gangs, and corporations that secretly operated in the underworld.
Deals that had once been impossible under the watchful eyes of the General Student Council, Valkyrie, and SRT were now being made openly.
Arms smuggling, illegal substance trade, weapon modifications, contraband production—anything that turned a profit.
These people were still citizens of Kivotos, so the infrastructure collapse hurt them too. But the profits from unchecked underground dealings far outweighed the inconvenience.
This mindset was a key reason Kivotos had descended into anarchy.
And so, naturally—
The emergence of “Silk” was an unwelcome development.
Those who lurked in Kivotos’ underworld had no love for a new overseer emerging into the light.
Unlike Valkyrie and the General Student Council, who were powerless at night, this new enforcer took direct action—punishing them with an iron fist.
A hero, draped in glory, shining a light into the shadows and dragging out evil to face justice.
And not just obvious crimes—even the most carefully hidden offenses were uncovered.
At some point, Silk had gained access to an immense information network and used it to shake the underworld to its core. Countless organizations crumbled, corporations collapsed, and criminals were dragged away in cuffs.
Valkyrie, meanwhile, played both sides.
By day, they criticized Silk’s vigilantism. By night, they happily reaped the benefits of her work—even cooperating to dismantle the underworld.
It was nothing short of a disaster.
And so, the underworld gave Silk a name:
The White Reaper.
A merciless goddess of death, reaping the heads of those who dwelled in Kivotos’ shadows.
***
Lately, Millennium had seen a rare sight every morning.
Between 6:00 and 6:30 AM, if you looked toward the campus track field, you’d spot a girl running at full speed.
Snow-white hair. Sapphire-blue eyes. A heart too strong to be hidden even beneath her training clothes.
At a glance, she seemed like an ordinary—no, exceptionally pretty student. But she paid no mind to her appearance, instead greeting each morning by sprinting dozens of laps around the track.
You might wonder why this was considered “rare.” But if you saw her routine just once, you’d understand.
She ran. And ran. And ran.
Only after a full hour of nonstop sprinting did she finally stop, drenched in sweat.
At some point, members of the Athletics Training Club had started joining her morning runs. But by the tenth lap, they’d all collapsed in exhaustion.
“Wh-What the hell… Huff. H-How many laps… Wheeze. Did she just…?”
“About thirty, I think.”
“Gasp. This insane… stamina monster…”
The girl answered flatly, lifting her shirt to wipe the sweat from her face.
The sight of her toned abs and flawless complexion made every girl present swallow hard.
“Well, I’m off to my next workout.”
“O-Okay…”
“See you tomorrow…”
“Yeah.”
Ignoring their stares, the girl—still not tired—headed straight to Millennium’s fitness center.
Her next routine was even more extreme.
High-intensity muscle training for her back, waist, arms, legs, and core—followed by something even more absurd.
She began sparring with a sandbag, not with punches, but with blunt weapons like batons and staffs. She even increased the weight to the point of near-paralysis, pushing her body to its absolute limit.
“Ghh—!”
A pained groan escaped her lips, but no one stopped her. They just watched from a distance, fascinated.
At first, they’d tried to intervene out of concern for her health. But now, they knew better. They’d seen how inhuman her body was.
Early on, she’d suffered horrific injuries—torn muscles, strained ligaments, shredded flesh. Horrified, they’d begged her to go to the hospital. But she’d just gone home instead.
And the next day?
She was back at it, completely healed.
Terrified, they’d bombarded her with questions. She’d just shrugged them off, claiming she was “naturally healthy”.
And so, her extreme training continued. Now, people just passed by and watched. It was unsettling, but everyone here knew the truth.
The real monstrosity wasn’t her body—it was the willpower that refused to yield, no matter how much pain she endured.
A bizarre yet awe-inspiring sight.
That’s why people called it “rare”.
“Hah… Hah…”
Finally done, the girl collapsed, panting heavily.
Her sweat-soaked clothes clung to her figure, leaving little to the imagination. The other girls blushed but figured, “Eh, she’s a girl too. Who cares?”
After showering, she gathered her books and headed to her next destination.
The clubroom.
…
“Senpai. Eimi. I’m here.”
“……”
“Welcome.”
Navigating the maze-like path to the Supernatural Phenomenon Research Club’s room, she was met with only one response.
Himari, asleep in a wheelchair with an eye mask on, didn’t even stir. The room was chilly, so she’d bundled up under two blankets.
The girl considered waking her but decided against it—Himari might get mad.
Instead, she unpacked her things.
“Here, Eimi. Take this.”
“What is it?”
“Food. From last night’s shift.”
She handed Eimi some nearly expired food from her part-time job. Given the state of the room, it was clear neither of them had eaten properly.
“Share it with Senpai.”
“Thanks.”
“No problem. Enjoy.”
Eimi hesitated before picking up an inari sushi and unwrapping it. When the girl handed her a drink too, Eimi’s eyes sparkled.
“I’d hug you, but it’s too hot for that.”
“Uh… sure.”
…Shouldn’t I be the one saying no to that?
Eimi, ever the oddball, dug in without another word.
The girl leaned back in her chair, planning to nap before class.
But then—
Beep!
An alert flashed on the clubroom’s main panel—any incident happening nearby.
“Seriously? It’s morning…”
Crimes rarely happened this early.
Frowning, she staggered to her feet.
“I’ll be back…”
“Have a nice trip.”
“…Cool.”
Eimi saw her off, while Himari slept soundly.
Feels like I’m the only one suffering here.
She blew a sharp gust of air into Himari’s ear before leaving.
The scream that followed was probably just her imagination.
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