“Here, we did some research on Satoshi, he’s a 31 year old man, with the A+ class power, Shapeshifting. From what you said, we should be assuming that his power had evolved from its original state, now being able to kill other people in an instant. The most likely theory is that he can shape shift other people too causing them death”.
“That’s going to be so troublesome, so we can get Neila to deal with him, as long as Neila doesn’t let Satoshi touch him, he’ll be fine”.
“It’s not just that, we can assume that the ability heightened senses has evolved further too, the ability to sense an attack before it comes, he could use it in tandem with his shapeshifting to turn his skin solid”.
She tapped on the table as she began to formulate a plan of attack.
A man with black hair came into the room, the one with thick black glasses and long hair.
“I’ve seen this piece of shit before, that’s not his real name, he made a fake identity”.
The number One hero, Shinji Suzuki.
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He placed his hand onto the paper and stared at the picture.
“He’s Nakamura, I’ve killed him once before but I don’t believe he had the ability to kill his opponents, his power evolved after he became a demon”.
“It’s not like I could ever forget him”.
10 years had passed since then
When Shinji was just beginning as an adventurer, he had a close friend named Satoshi. The two were inseparable, like brothers, sharing everything, from food to ambitions. They often talked about their future in the adventurer’s guild, and despite their differing abilities, they were each other’s greatest support.
“Hey Shinji, you think you’ll pass the adventurer exam this year?” Satoshi asked one day, flashing his usual confident grin.
Shinji scratched the back of his head, smiling back, but it was a hesitant smile. “Who knows, man. I’ll do my best. But… you really think they’ll accept someone with an F-class ability?”
Satoshi slapped him on the back with a reassuring laugh. “Come on, Shinji! Your power’s perfect for communication. They’d be idiots not to take you. Besides, an F-class mutation is rarer than S-class abilities. That’s gotta count for something, right?”
Satoshi’s warm hazel eyes, resembling the golden hues of autumn, were always comforting to Shinji. His hair, dyed blond, was slightly messy, with his natural brown peeking through here and there, but his charisma always managed to put Shinji at ease.
Shinji raised his hand, touching the surface of a nearby wall. Instantly, words started appearing across the concrete in neat, bold letters—his rare and unique F-class ability. The power allowed him to project the thoughts in his mind onto any surface, transforming them into physical words. And his mutation? It had altered his range from ten meters to seven, but in exchange, it gave him unparalleled control over the size and number of words he could project. That mutation, though small, allowed him to summon his words with incredible speed and precision.