I Am Tired Of Being A Hero Chapter 286: Their first meeting

The next mont, it was as if cold water was poured on his head. After the calming energy, an annoying voice entered his mind, "Find the otherworld and bring him to . I would take it from here."

Ravi wanted to roll his eyes but at the sa ti, he was very glad that Malik was all right.

The gentle voice echoed around him.

"Anouk, get down here."

Ravi looked across from him at the man floating in the air. The battle aura around him had disappeared as if it was never there. He was looking down and Ravi could not tell what the expression in his eyes was. In those cold eyes, there seed to be an emotion burning like fire.

He moved and Anouk looked back up at him.

Would he stop him? Malik is here so all he had to do was incapacitate Anouk and send him down to Malik but if he could, he did not want to do it.

So, would Anouk try to fight him again?

He could not read Anouk’s expression and he did not feel like he had the place to give any advice on this matter.

He did not teleport but walked in the air slowly passing Anouk to Arlen.

"Anouk!" The voice called again. This ti, it carried a demanding tone that Ravi had not heard from Malik.

The sky cleared up and Anouk descended to the ground, leaving a gale of wind in his wake.

Ravi hoped they would resolve everything, beside he had a more important issue now. Arlen had not spoken to him since he said that Ravi should give Anouk a sound beating.

He must be so angry.

Ravi raised his hand and the chain on Arlen’s atoms lifted. He stood by the side guilty as Arlen rotated his wrists, rubbing them.

"You are mad at . I know. I deserve it. But we have to find Zero and rescue the children." He whispered quietly. He clenched his hand tightly, it felt like was was being clenched instead was his heart.

Arlen did not respond and Ravi hesitated a bit, lowering his head to fiddle with the sword in his hand. After a second, he raised his eyes, Arlen’s eyes were clear and his gaze was straightforward- making his guilt surge even more.

Arlen looked at him, this was the sa amazing person who had killed the Infernal Covenant that had plagued Earth for so long, now he was showing him this kind of hesitant expression.

The sky had cleared and under the sunlight, those strands of black hair seed even more lustrous than before.

They were always so soft and pleasant to touch. The mont the thought crossed his mind, Arlen could not help but reach out to stroke his head.

Ravi’s eyes widened in surprise but it soon turned to a smile, the corners of his eyes curling as he enjoyed that warmth passed from Arlen’s fingers.

"I am not mad. I will deal with you later. Let’s go." He looked down worriedly, "Anouk would be alright, right?"

His brother was the strongest person he knew but when you add Immortals, Sentinels, Netherworld, he could not help but worry.

"I pity him. It is his misfortune to be loved by . I am not a good person."

Ravi could rember Malik’s words, could recall the expression on the gentle man’s face and the trace of madness that lood in the depths of his eyes but at the sa ti, he recalled Malik’s lonely figure holding an umbrella looking into the horizon that rainy day.

Like an abandoned cat.

"He would be alright." Ravi said. His eyes narrowed on a location ahead of him and he took off.

First, let him solve the fool that stirred the pot. After controlling and restraining himself, he just wanted to run amok.

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The day that Anouk had t Malik, it was raining. Arlen had just co into his abilities and every ti he felt sad, the weather of the Capital responded in kind.

The Heroes Association had scheduled a sort of et and greet with the top students of the Boys morial School

They would introduce themselves, show a little bit of their abilities, and answer questions from the students.

Anouk did not care for such things but many of the students who attended the morial school were children of fallen heroes so he had agreed to co.

The students sat upright on their chairs, their eyes were eager and excited, and only one student was nonchalant. He leaned on his left arm, his eyes closed, like nothing going on interested him.

Anouk did not know what ca over him that day, an emotion that he would find to beco a constant in his life after eting Malik. It was like he was being propelled by sothing he could not understand. He had walked over to the student and when those empty green eyes had t his, Anouk could feel like sothing had changed in the fabric of his being.

"What is your na?"

The youthful voice in his head was clear and gentle.

Anouk felt nervous, he pursed his lips, hesitating, afraid that his na might not please the student in front of him.

The student was young, around 17 years, a full five years younger than he was and yet it was as if his very presence made Anouk spellbound.

"Anouk Sinclair."

Preserving your identity was the first lesson that Anouk had learned in the Sinclair family. Life was not a ga, Villains did not follow rules, and they could easily hurt your family if they learned who you were.

So every hero wore suits and masks, bearing a na that reduced them to their abilities. It was the smart thing to do.

However, when the student had asked him his na, Anouk did not think of lying. It felt...right to tell this person the truth.

"Anouk Sinclair." He could never rember whether he had repeated them in his mind or if he had said them out loud. So absorbed in Malik he had been, that he could barely anything that day that was not Malik.

"Anouk. I like it."