Hero's Echo

Lorient surrounded by swirling winds, forming a tornado that lifted Jackson to the top floor. He clung to the railing, ensuring he wasn't propelled into the sky by the force.

Kraut noticed Jackson, understanding that the situation was beyond salvaging and might even be a result of his own actions. Yet, the noble qualities of a soldier compelled him to ensure the safety of bystanders first.

He raised his hand, launching a grappling hook that anchored onto the railing of the top floor. Before Jackson could react, Kraut, utilizing the retracting force of the hook, reached the highest floor , and using the surrounding airflow created by Lorient, they were propelled into the air.

Seeing the opportunity moment, Kraut fired another grappling hook, this time latching onto a signal receiver. Utilizing the retraction force of the hook, he freed himself from the control of the swirling winds and landed on the rooftop of another building.

"What's going on?!" Jackson, noticing the man's apparent intention to turn foes into allies, asked the question that had been bothering him.

"Classified military information."

"Military your f***king ass! If you don't talk now, will you ever get the chance?!"

"Don't ask now! Evacuate the bystanders first!"

Before Jackson could retort, the apartment they had just been in suddenly crumbled into pieces. Large chunks of debris erupted like a volcanic explosion, some smashing through the roof of another building, and others crushing numerous pedestrians.

"If you keep talking, I'll kill you! Evacuate the bystanders!" Kraut commanded again. Jackson, forced to comply due to the age difference and the surrounding chaos, had no choice but to yield.

Before figuring out the situation, let's save those who shouldn't die here!

Lorient ascended into the sky, his eyes gradually opening, devoid of vitality. His posture resembled a puppet lifted by strings, raising his hands lifelessly.

Soon, a burst of airflow shot in the direction of Lorient's raised hand. Its speed rubbed against the air, creating a yellow glow that greedily swept across the land, leaving ugly scars lying alone. Everything in its path would be devoured by this airflow.

Was the child's ability to control the flow of wind? No, more accurately, it seemed to be the speed of the wind's movement. That's what Jackson speculated.

Brian, realizing the same, stood in the middle of the road, inserting the wooden sword into the ground to stabilize himself, awaiting the arrival of the airflow.

Time always moved faster than the blink of an eye. The airflow quickly reached Brian's wooden sword. Since the wooden sword could eliminate and absorb abilities, upon contact, the airflow immediately lost its ability constraints, exploding like fireworks.

However, the wooden sword couldn't eliminate the force brought by the speed of the airflow. In the next moment, the force had gawed the wooden sword down to just the hilt, and Brian was pushed into a bus behind him, flipping it over .

Brian spat out blood, wanting to get up but realized that the impact had paralyzed his entire body, draining all his strength.

Using every bit of strength left, he managed to grab the wooden sword, noticing that it had lost its sharp edge due to the recent impact.

Another airflow rushed toward him. It was about to engulf him and everything around him.

It seemed he couldn't become a hero after all...

"When you find a person in danger and make a way out for that person, then whatever means is 'saving'! There's no bloody stupid sh*t! So what's holding you back? Your black history. Then take the courage to step over it! If you have already taken it out, then you should be proud of yourself!"

Why did he suddenly remember this quote?

"Which choice do you want to make now? Save people or run away? You choose yourself! Make your most sincere choice, and then raise your head to face your friends!"

Yes, I choose myself!

Brian regained his strength, his gaze no longer unfocused. He stood up again, like a hero!

Subconsciously lifting the broken wooden sword, the energy absorbed by the wooden sword over time began to gather at the broken blade, forming a new edge. It pierced through the heavily scarred deep blue cloud.

"I make my choice now! HERO!" Brian roared with all his might, wanting the whole world to hear his words.

Then, he swung the sword down, and the newly formed blade followed suit. The airflow about to engulf Brian was sliced into nothingness.

"Brian?" Jackson, in the midst of evacuating people, was dumbfounded. How did this idiot get out of the hospital?

"Jackson, I... did it..." Brian said before lying on the ground, losing consciousness.

He actually wanted to ask Jackson if he was considered a hero now.