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

September 21, 2012

It was a rainy day.

From the overcast sky, a fitting amount of rain was falling.

It was an ordinary rainy day. However, in the boy’s eyes, it was a situation so dire that he didn’t even notice the rain.

“…Haa, haa, haa.”

In a small back alley, there were a boy and a girl.

The black-haired boy was holding a girl who was a size smaller than himself.

In front of the boy stood a woman in a black coat and another person.

The woman, likely a secretary, was holding a black umbrella over the other person. That alone made it clear how high the woman’s status was.

—The asphalt road was stained with blood.

Like a blob of red paint dropped into water. The water gradually turned red.

There was something on the side of the road. What had been a human, what was shaped like a human.

It was a bizarre sight. The boy’s eyes were not focused on it.

Similarly, the woman was only looking at the boy and the girl.

“…Th-this girl…Yui…”

“——”

“She has a fever… We haven’t had any food for the past few days… I-I’m fine, but please, save Yui!”

With tears in his eyes, the boy held out the girl to the woman.

The boy was covered in mud. Blood and mud clung to his skin, and from here, it was evident that he was extremely emaciated. Rather, the boy was in worse condition than the girl.

“——”

“I-I’ll do anything! I’ll do anything! So please, please…”

“…Shiki, call an ambulance. I’ll take care of the cleanup.”

“Oriki…this boy is—”

“He’s a good candidate. I’ll take him in.”

The woman left the umbrella and approached the boy.

“…What’s your name?”

“M-my name is——”

———

July 14, 2022 (Thursday)

The sky was clear, and the sunlight mercilessly heated the asphalt.

Here—Tokyo’s central city—’The Third City.’ One of the only three cities in Japan. Most of the residents have abilities, and using abilities in public is allowed only if the danger level is low. Truly, a city for the gifted. Besides Tokyo, similar cities are established in Hokkaido and Osaka.

In this city, in a place where buildings are concentrated—Shinjuku, in a certain high-rise building.

“Good work, Mikoyuki.”

Mikoyuki—that’s what the woman with red hair called him.

The woman was sitting in a chair made of black leather that easily cost tens of thousands of yen.

She was dressed in a suit that cost well over tens of thousands of yen. Her chest, much larger than average, was boldly exposed, with a mole near the cleavage catching the eye. The room she was in had an imposing atmosphere, like a CEO’s office.

“Thanks to you, this city is at peace again today—”

“Never mind that—what’s my payment this time?”

“…You’re so cold.”

There was one person in the room who didn’t fit in.

Black hair. Eyes that seemed a mix of gray and chaos.

The expensive shirt bought for him was wrinkled.

If this were another high-ranking person with a short temper, they would turn red and slam the desk at his words and attitude.

But this woman was different.

“The payment has been deposited into your account as usual.”

“…I see.”

The boy tapped his smartphone with a wry smile.

With that one tap, ten Yukichi bills were sent to his account.

Mikoyuki said just that and tried to leave the room. The stately wooden door, not luxurious but dignified, greeted him.

“Wait, Mikoyuki… It’s a rare opportunity. How about having a meal together?”

The clock on the wall indicated it was around 12:30 p.m.

It was indeed lunchtime. In fact, Mikoyuki’s stomach was growling, still craving solid food.

“Sure, I’m hungry… But I don’t want to eat with you.”

Opening the door and saying that as he closed it.

The door closed with a bang. The woman sighed as she saw it.

“I’m disliked, aren’t I…”

Opening the window and looking at the city, the woman—Oriki Mari—took out a cigarette box from her chest and put a cigarette in her mouth. Ssss… the fire lit.

“It’s been ten years since that day… Time flies.”

Blowing out smoke.

The white smoke was carried by the wind and expelled outside.

Ignoring the rumbling in her stomach, Mari got to work on her next task.

———

“Well… should I eat something?”

Mikoyuki Kamishiro left the building and headed towards the downtown area.

A cheap and delicious beef bowl chain or maybe a soba chain called Yudejiru Taro.

He had plenty of money, but his frugal nature persisted.

Grasping the thousand yen in his wallet, he walked towards a store with a red sign. His stomach craved meat.

“—Stop it, please!”

Just as he was about to step into the beef bowl chain store, a voice suddenly echoed. The sound of an approaching truck drowned it out, but Mikoyuki clearly heard it.

He looked around. The people nearby seemed unaware and continued walking.

“…I hope this doesn’t turn into a hassle.”

Sighing, Mikoyuki reluctantly moved towards the direction of the voice.

—

“Hey, rich girl, wanna play with us for a bit?”

Behind a bustling building near a central city station, in a narrow alleyway, stood a girl and three young men.

The young men were thugs, with dyed blonde hair and ear piercings. Their leader had a strong presence, clearly dominating the group.

“No, I don’t want to… let go of me!”

A girl with waist-length violet hair in a school uniform tried to shake off the man’s grip, but his strength overpowered her.

This was an isolated alley. Even if she screamed, it was uncertain if anyone would hear.

“Just so you know, it’s pointless to call for help. I’m a B-rank ability user. The police won’t stand a chance.”

The man conjured a fireball in his hand as he spoke. In this city, power dictated everything. The girl’s eyes widened at the sight of the fireball.

“Come on, I’m a nice guy. You don’t want to get hurt, right?”

He forcibly pulled the girl.

At that moment—

“Who are you—ugh!”

The man by the entrance suddenly collapsed after seeing something around the corner.

“What happened—”

The last thug quickly turned the corner, but after he disappeared from sight, no sound followed.

No—there was a faint sound of footsteps.

“…Huh?”

Growing suspicious, the thug stared at the corner.

With the sound of footsteps, a figure emerged.

“Who the hell are you?”

It was a boy. With black hair and dull gray eyes, dressed in a black shirt, he exuded a gloomy aura. He stared directly at the thugs.

His name was Mikoyuki Kamishiro, the world’s strongest ability user who preferred cheap chain store lunches.

The thug, initially wary, smirked upon realizing he wasn’t a cop.

The girl, thinking he had come to help, was confused by his seemingly unreliable appearance.

“Um, what’s going on here?”