Rigorous Training and Rift Monster Clash
“How’s it fit? I made some tweaks.”
“Fits like a glove. When’d you even change it?”
Nova wonders if the measurements from her Hero Association check were useful after all.
But in reality, the only major adjustment to her training suit is in one spot.
The main request she made was just that one thing.
‘Just loosen up the crotch area a bit···♡’
Thinking about how magnificent that thing is makes her down there get wet again.
Nova’s mind is still overflowing with thoughts of Kylun’s lower-half equipment.
But before she’s a masochist craving a ruinous end, she’s an S-rank hero.
And she’s also the senior mentoring her sidekick.
“C’mon, say ‘senpai’ to your hero senior!”
“As if you’re my senior.”
But of course, there’s no way he’d treat her like one.
“You know how many heroes wanna train under me?”
“Having good powers doesn’t mean you’re good at teaching, right?”
“······.”
Nova pauses at the sharp question that hits right on the mark.
“Fine, let’s just train.”
She decides to change the subject.
Kylun was never going to treat his childhood friend like a senior anyway.
‘I wish he’d treat me even lower···♡’
Lewd thoughts swirl in her mind, but her body and mouth smoothly shift to a different topic.
“Alright, let’s keep building those legs first?”
“Got a reason?”
“When I deploy, you gotta keep up with my speed, yeah?”
“Fair point.”
He ignores how his gaze keeps drifting and focuses on training.
“Okay, squats! You know the form?”
Saying that, Nova casually drops into a squat and hoists an insane weight.
‘Whoa···.’
As she lowers into position, her back view becomes even more blatantly alluring.
Her healthy, athletic body is more than enough to spark the urge to grab her hips from behind and thrust in.
“What’re you doing? Don’t know the form? Quit sitting at your computer all day and exercise more.”
“Yeah, yeah, I got it.”
Kylun bristles at Nova’s innocent jab—she has no idea—and stands beside her.
······♡
But Kylun isn’t the only one with lewd thoughts.
The bitch still desperate to get fucked feels her core throbbing just from glancing at his lower half.
Anyway, oblivious to each other’s filthy minds, they resume training.
“How the hell do you even lift this?!”
Unlike Nova’s head, full of nothing but pervy fantasies, the training is brutal.
S-rank heroes don’t get there on talent alone.
“Obviously from training. Think my muscles are for show?”
“Haaah···.”
Kylun just sighs deeply as Nova strikes a muscle-flexing pose in front of him.
His trembling legs can’t hold him up anymore.
He collapses flat.
“Look at you, so weak you flop over.”
“Ever think you’re the weird one?”
“This is basic for heroes.”
It’s normal for an S-rank hero.
Suddenly, Nova seems amazing instead of just some dumb, brutish tomboy guy-magnet.
Sensing his gaze, Nova puffs up even more proudly.
“Impressed, huh? Pretty awesome, right?”
“Yeah, yeah, you’re the best.”
He grabs her outstretched hand and barely pulls himself up.
That’s when a sudden question pops into his head.
‘We’re just training non-stop.’
Is being a hero more laid-back than he thought?
“You’ve just been training lately—no deployments?”
“S-rank exclusive missions are rare.”
“So you just chill and eat otherwise?”
“As if.”
She calls out his lazy assumption.
“I often pick up A-rank missions that need help and handle ’em.”
“Oh?”
“There aren’t that many A-ranks anyway.”
Nova stretches her arms lightly.
“Once I’m warmed up, A-ranks are a breeze—no real danger. Oh, I forgot to give you this!”
Nova darts to a nearby storage shed and grabs something.
She holds out a tiny object that fits in one hand right in front of Kylun.
It’s like a small earpiece.
Tiny—small enough to perch on a fingertip, not even her palm.
“Just stick it on one ear. Touch controls for most functions if you want.”
“Impressive tech.”
“All made by that hero’s hands.”
Come to think of it, there’s a hero famous for gadgets right now.
Geek circles worship her like a goddess—maybe for her skills, looks, or both. Either way, she’s top-tier.
“S-rank channels are usually dead—no chatter. Few of us, few missions.”
Nova taps the earpiece demonstratively.
“Do this, and you hear A-rank missions too. Screen’s a few touches··· anyway, you get it.”
“Seriously high-tech.”
“S-rank privilege. Be grateful—you’re specially fast-tracked to S-rank sidekick instead of starting at C.”
She can’t resist bragging.
Kylun half-annoyed, half-thankful, gives a half-hearted nod.
“Yeah, yeah, super thankful~. So, anything you want?”
“Well···.”
Nova, still rewatching that video for her daily fix, trails off a bit.
“Get strong quick so you take some work off me, punk.”
“Got it.”
“Alright, let’s snag a good A-rank mission from their channel.”
Like Nova did, he taps the earpiece. The quiet device floods with mission chatter.
Feels like an auction house.
“This many incidents?”
“Villains plus all sorts of anomalies.”
“Ah, anomalies. Yeah, I know.”
“Huh? You know about those?”
Nova eyes him weirdly.
Only then does Kylun realize his slip. He blurted it out mindlessly from exhaustion.
‘Shit, mistake.’
Anomalies are classified from civilians.
Tell them monsters pour from thin air, and panic spreads.
So they vaguely blame villains dropping beasts from rifts.
But as the crime boss’s son, Kylun knows all about anomalies.
They’re perfect for diverting hero attention if used right.
“Wanna hunt a monster from an anomaly? Change into costume first.”
No personal suit yet, so he grabs a standard one.
Nova’s already in her signature sleek, sporty thin outfit.
“Keep up! This is basic speed.”
“Got it!”
Kylun burns with competitive fire.
Whoosh!
···.
But seeing Nova vanish in an instant cools him right off.
“Oh crap···.”
He bolts at full speed, too late.
“W-what the hell is that···!”
Space warps around them, and a monster bursts out.
“Citizens, evacuate!”
Luckily, a B-rank hero already handling crowd control hustles people away.
“······.”
A normal monster’s fine for B-rank.
But this one’s huge—several stories tall.
The giant reaches for the civilians.
-Groooar!
The B-rank screams and thrusts out his hands to block.
But it’s impossible. B-rank power can’t handle it.
‘N-not like this···!’
-“Good work!”
Boom!
Suddenly, the crushing load on his near-breaking arm vanishes.
Someone else took the full weight.
The hero turns to see Nova.
“Get the civilians out!”
“Y-yes, ma’am!”
Kylun arrives a step behind.
“Wh-who’re you?”
“Late again!”
The B-rank gawks at the unfamiliar S-rank companion.
“My sidekick, Kylun!”
“Uh, hi.”
“Hello.”
Anyone’d think they’re greeting at a regular office job.
“Kylun, skip the chit-chat—attack it!”
“R-right···!”
Finally getting why he’s here, he clenches his fist.
‘Feel the power surge···!’
He leaps hard, jumping right to the giant’s face.
Swings fast.
Thud!
A solid impact sound.
Blood trickles from the monster’s mouth.
“Oho! Not bad!”
Nova gives her approval.
Decent growth rate.
‘Swing feels··· solid too.’
People who never used violence struggle at first.
But some take to it naturally.
“Most hesitate on what to do, but—hey! Incoming! Block it!”
Only now does Kylun spot the giant’s attack flying at him.
Thoom!
“Kylun!”
In Nova’s view, Kylun takes the hit and plummets somewhere.