He stomped out of the ninja academy with murder in his eyes and immediately came back home before he did something he will actually not regret, but it will be annoying to deal with the aftermath.
Back home he immediately went to find his father.
He found him laying in front of the garden again, scratching his ass while drinking something from his gourd without a care in the world.
"I ain't going back to that shithole!" Garou said, voice a little loud.
"Hmmm? What happened? Why are you back so early?" Now Gintoki was confused and asked boredly, without looking at Garou who sat beside him.
"Be honest. Do you take me for a joke?" Garou asked with narrowed eyes.
"Worse, a clown." Gintoki replied nonchalantly.
Bam!
"Be serious damn!" Garou hit the floor lightly which put a small dent in it.
Gintoki glanced sideways at Garou who was fuming before he went back to scratching his ass.
"Nah," He replied.
"Will tell mom what you said to her the other day–"
"So low of you. What you want Zombie? It better not be some bullshit again because you will study in that 'shithole' whether you like it or not." Gintoki said tiredly, interrupting whatever his Zombie was about to say.
"It was madness!! Let's forget that my frame made it look utterly ridiculous for me to be in a class with kids barely reaching my torso,"
"And I am angry as hell at the sheer disrespect!" Garou gritted his teeth.
"Hmmm? Go on, because I still don't care. Get to the good part already." Gintoki said.
"There are classes from A to Z and..." Garou said and paused.
"And?" Gintoki raised an eyebrow.
"I was placed in fucking Z!" Garou shouted.
"Pfff Buahahahaahaha!" Gintoki burst out laughing immediately with tears running down his while pointing at Garou which made Garou's mood explode more, barely restraining himself from attacking.
"I ain't going to that Academy again!!" Garou stood up and went his way.
"Buahaha–Wait! Hehe–wait Zombie, okay sheesh, that was actually some funny shit!"
Garou only glanced back a little to see what this lazy ass fucker will say next.
"I will try to talk to Hiruzen and tell him to put you in class A." Gintoki said with a stupid smile.
Garou nodded at the nepotism and left.
He will save this disrespect to his drafts and make Hiruzen pay him back 10 fold.
Just because he doesn't have chakra, he has to also bear humiliation?
"Sighhhhhhhh, but I wanted to relax man. Always something happens when it's a ME time." Gintoki tiredly stood up and made his way to see that Monkey.
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Next day/
Garou stood there... menacingly.
Whisper Whisper Chat Chat
Shadows under his eyes.
Whisper Whisper Whisper
His jaw jutted forward, showing how annoyed he was feeling right now.
He was in class A.
It seems whatever shit Gintoki did, it worked.
Now he stood in front of the whole class, filled with kids who were whispering and talking about him.
"Who the hell is that?! New teacher?"
"I don't know!"
"I thought giants were extinct."
"He looks scary. Hope he isn't a teacher."
"I heard he is a new student though."
"Cap. Dude looks like he will introduce his kids to us."
"What a drag."
"Hope he invites me to eat."
"Man smells like my... nemesis."
"Hmph."
"So much muscle!"
"Bah-ha!"
Garou wore his usual clothes which pronounced his robust physique more: a tight, black, long-sleeved shirt; loose-fitting white martial arts pants; a yellow sash around his waist; and tai chi slippers.
Custom made and specially tailored for him.
"BE QUIET!!" The chunin teacher screams, and the whole class becomes silent.
"We will have a new student among us from now on. I am Katsuki, your chunin teacher until you graduate. You can now introduce yourself to the class, boy," The chunin teacher introduced and said to Garou.
"Hatake Garou, the heir of the Hatake clan," He spoke for the first time.
Right now only Sakumo and him were qualified to be clan heads, but Sakumo was in ANBU and haven't visited the clan for years even once.
He might as well be dead.
"Good. Now, do you have any questions for him, class?" Katsuki asked, and some students raised their hands.
"Yes, you," Katsuki pointed at a student in the front.
"How old are you?" he asked.
"10" Garou wanted to say 17 since he was 17 when he was back in the OPM before coming here. Technically 20 with 3 years being here.
"How tall are you?!" Another student asked.
"198 centimeters."
"Damm!!" Some students exclaimed.
"What do you like to do as a hobby?" Another student asked.
"Do you care?" Garou asked back.
"No," The student who is a boy it seems, shook his head while gritting his teeth.
"Then why ask?" Garou rhetorically asked.
He knew why the boy even spoke in the first place. He wanted a specific girl to look his way. And that girl was now drooling at his muscles and didn't seem to care about the boy at all.
To be honest, Garou wasn't the handsome type but he wasn't ugly either, far from it. His face was sharp.
His redeeming factor was his body which looked like just a glance at this body it will raise your testosterone levels.
Another student then stood up and asked, "Why did you come to the academy this late?"
"Things happen," Garou answered, not wanting to delve into that topic.
"What are you good at?" Someone else asked afterwards.
"Fighting,"
Some of the students perked up at that. With that body, then it's normal that he is good at fighting; they thought.
Then this continued as many questions got thrown at Garou, much to his annoyance.
"What are you wearing?"
"In my area, we call it... clothes."
"What are you wearing on your feet?"
"Tai Chi slippers."
"Why is your hair like that?"
"Do you want me to shave it?"
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Single and straight."
"What's straight?"
"The right path."
"What is your type of girl?" A girl asked.
"Definitely not you."
The girl went pale and her heart broke a thousand pieces.
All the other girls swallowed their own questions after that. And the boys seemed to sigh in relief as it seems Garou already ruined his reputation among the girls with just that answer.
As they say... beauty on the outside, ugly on the inside.
And this continued until...
"What's your dream?" Someone asked.
That question... it fucked his mood.
As a kid, he was always the one getting picked on. The other kids played heroes and made him play the monster. When he finally fought back, the teachers blamed him.
That was when he understood how the world worked. The strong ones made the rules. They called themselves heroes and everyone believed them. He decided then that he would become the ultimate monster. He would be so strong that he would flip everything upside down. He would make the world unite against him, and then there would be no more bullying, no more weak people getting crushed. No more death.
But now he knew how that ended.
Everything meant nothing.
Nothing was there waiting for you because of that Fist.
Saitama's Fist.
What was the point of any of it?
He realized something that made his chest hurt slightly. It was not that Saitama was a hero who always won. Garou could have accepted that. Heroes win sometimes, that is how stories go. But Saitama was not winning because he was good or right or popular. He was winning because he was just too strong. There was no meaning to it. No lesson. No justice.
Garou had spent his whole life fighting against the idea that the strong crush the weak. He wanted to become so strong that he could protect the weak by terrifying the strong. But after coming to this world and went through Miller's memories, he saw the truth. There was always someone stronger. Not someone who earned it through training or struggle. Just someone who was born strong for no reason.
Saitama did not become unbeatable through pain and sacrifice like Garou did. He just did some pushups and situps and became a god.
It's so unfair.
So so unfair.
That was the real unfairness. Not that heroes win, but that strength itself meant nothing. You could train your whole life, turn yourself into a monster, get powers from a god, and it still would not matter. Some guy who just liked being a hero for fun could end you with one hand.
Garou thought about his dream. A world united against one monster with no more war and no more bullying...
It sounded so stupid now.
All his suffering, all his fights, all the people he hurt, it would just be a story that nobody remembered because at the end of the plot, someone like Saitama is waiting for you.
Garou did not cry, he just felt empty. Like someone had reached inside him and taken out everything that made him want to fight and to continue.
His dream was dead, and it had always been dead. He just did not know it until recently.
Dreams never end?
No, delusions never end.
"I want to build a Dojo," Garou finally answered.
He may not have a grand goal or a dream, but Garou wasn't someone who despaired just because of a set back.
As for that Dojo, he won't teach any core martial arts to anyone. But he didn't lack arts of any category that weren't too bullshit like what he usually used against people.
This Dojo will occupy his mind for sometime when he built it.
"A dojo? What do you want a dojo for?"
Garou decided not to answer that stupid question.
"That's ENOUGH!!" Katsuki said "Thank you, Garou. You can now find a place to sit, please."
BANG!
"I FINALLY RECOGNISE THAT FACE!!"
The End.
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