An F-Rank Boy is Actually the World’s Most Powerful Person

“Hahaha! I escaped, I really did!”

The man’s body was covered in minor burns.

If not for the endorphins flooding his brain, he would have likely turned back to kill the girl out of pain and humiliation. But now, he was oddly calm.

Laughing hysterically, the man was high in the sky.

The biting cold attacked his burns mercilessly, but he didn’t notice and just kept laughing.

“I’ll kill them all… Everyone who got in my way! And that one person! I can never forgive them!”

‘Stop it,’ he heard a voice that he thought he’d buried deep in his chest come back.

As he forcibly suppressed that voice, at that very moment…

“—Fall.”

“Guah!?”

An impact pierced through his back.

The man plummeted towards the ground. He looked up at the sky.

There was a boy there—a boy in a blue shirt with black hair. His gray eyes shone in the dark sky.

“Wha…!!”

The man was stunned.

Why, how, what? His thoughts raced.

He’d been kicked—but how could anyone jump to that height in an instant?

His vision spun with a feeling of weightlessness. The excitement faded away.

The burning pain in his skin returned, prickling.

“Damn it, ‘Escape Flight Aero Biker’!”

He hit his head to clear the confusion and tried to activate his ability.

But—

“Why… Why can’t I activate my ability!?”

The conditions to activate his ability were met… but it wouldn’t work.

This had never happened before. And then he realized.

The man shouted at the boy falling with him.

“No way—it’s you!”

He glared at the boy with bloodshot eyes.

Falling, falling. He couldn’t breathe. His head hurt. It was just painful.

He couldn’t get air. He panicked. His stomach convulsed. He felt like he’d vomit if he let go.

Looking down, he saw it was a park. He could see scattered playground equipment.

If this kept up, he’d die—that was the only thought filling his mind.

“No, no, no, noooo—!!”

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—Nobody ever paid attention to me.

The man was a thug.

He’d used violence since he was young, making many people cry.

Eventually, everyone avoided him, and even his parents tried to abandon him.

But one person stayed by his side—his younger childhood friend, a girl.

She worried about him time and time again.

“Violence is wrong, Genko-san. You can understand each other if you talk.”

She was the only one who treated his wounds when he came back hurt.

Every time, she said those words.

He wondered what he’d said in return. He knew that seeing him now would make her sad.

…Eventually, the man grew up.

Disowned by his parents, he remained a thug.

—But he lived honestly, in his own way.

He looked for work. He even bowed to people he hated.

He swore to never use his ability again, for the sake of the one he loved.

He finally got used to his job and thought, ‘My life starts here!’ But—

Reality was cruel.

Accused of a crime he didn’t commit, he lost the job he had finally found due to the trial.

The trial wasn’t fair. The moment they knew he was an ex-thug, they labeled him the culprit—it was on his way back from that trial.

The real culprit was the company’s heir.

Genko had seen it—the moment of the crime.

But even then, the judiciary sided with the heir. They must have been bribed.

Genko was given a court-appointed lawyer, but the guy was a newly-minted attorney.

The knife he bought at the convenience store—there was someone he should have stabbed.

It didn’t take long to realize that the girl he impulsively kidnapped was a prostitute favored by the heir.

He was furious. The anger with nowhere to go drove him insane.

That man, that woman—they all deserved to die.

The ground approached.

(…Am I going to die?)

A few meters, centimeters, millimeters from the ground—

He closed his eyes against the coming impact.

(…If only I could see her one more time)

He remembered the back of the one he loved.

Even when he was falsely accused, she still believed in him.

For the first time, he wanted to protect someone—the girl who was always by his side.

“Damn it, damn it… Why only me…”

His voice was a single whisper.

Through tears, he spat out his agony. Was this his end? He was sick of everything.

He just wanted to die and be free.

“……Huh?”

No matter how long he waited, the shock never came.

Realizing this, the man slowly opened his eyelids.

The man was floating just above the ground.

He hadn’t used his ability. If so—

“…You…”

With a whoosh, a boy landed right in front of the man.

The boy’s power made it clear.

“W-why…”

“…Because you looked like you were in pain.”

In the heated air, the sound of insects could be heard.

The boy’s voice was unnervingly clear.

Staring straight into the man’s eyes, the boy said,

“We are the ‘Special Abilities Department.’ An organization created to stop ability users before they commit crimes—there’s still a chance for you to start over.”

The boy lowered his right hand. At the same time, the man fell to the ground.

Next, the boy reached for the communication device in his ear.

There was a lot of leeway. The boy even had the luxury of joking with the communication partner.

“I… committed a crime. But I didn’t do it… It’s a false accusation.”

The man muttered quietly.

It was a phrase he had repeated many times.

But each time, he was told, “That’s a lie.”

“Ha ha, what am I saying? You probably don’t believe me anyway, right?”

“—I do believe you. Seeing your face…”

The boy cut off the call and said this to the man.

The man was left dumbfounded. The boy continued to speak.

“Just now, I got a report… The case you were accused of. It’s been decided that it will be retried. It’s the result of the lawyer who defended you clinging on.”

The image that floated in the man’s mind was of the unimpressive man with glasses.

The man who had told him not to give up until the end.

“Why… did he…”

“Because he believed in you, of course.”

“…!”

In the distance, the sound of sirens echoed.

A few seconds later, two patrol cars came from the road near the park’s exit.

The man remained silent for a few seconds. The boy stared at him intently.

“Can I… start over?”

He murmured.

He heard a sound as if something was changing.

“Ah. You can start over.”

—The man lowered his hands, crawled on the ground, and cried continuously. Ashamed of his actions, he sobbed and deeply bowed his head to the boy in front of him.

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“…Finally, tell me.”

A few minutes later, amidst the red lights illuminating the trees, a man was about to get into a patrol car while handcuffed. Normally, for ability users, excessive restraints would be applied, but in this case, due to the loss of fighting spirit and the boy’s words, it was made simpler.

Before getting into the patrol car, the man turned to the boy and asked,

“What’s your name?”

“—Hey, get in quickly!”

The burly police officer, seeing the man’s reluctance, tried to force him in by pushing his head.

However, the man desperately looked at the boy’s face, pleading.

“…Kamishiro Mikoyuki.”

The boy muttered quietly.

It seemed the man heard those words—

“Kamishiro… Mikoyuki… My name is Yamada! Yamada Genkō!”

“Get in quickly!”

“Thank you, truly thank you! I’ll try again, and then—may I meet you again?”

With a slam, the door was shut, and the patrol car started moving.

Until the red light disappeared from Mikoyuki’s view, the man—Yamada Genkō—kept shouting the boy’s name.

“…If we meet again.”

The boy cynically said.

The boy’s name was—Kamishiro Mikoyuki.

The first-ever ‘F’ Rank ability user and the strongest ability user in history.

He stretched and began to walk leisurely.

There were some minor accidents, but the night was still long.

For now, he was hungry. He thought he might have beef bowl, and just then—

“Eh… What? Another riot in Shibuya? I’m off duty today, though—”

Hearing the information over the communication device, Mikoyuki just sighed.

The city was bustling again today. He would also be racing through the sky tonight.

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Tips:

Abilities—are supernatural powers. Powers that cannot be proven by science.

There are about 300 million ability users worldwide. In Japan, there are about 5 million.

In Japan, the probability of a person being born with abilities is low, but the ones who are born often have powerful abilities, so the whole world—especially China—pays attention.