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As a young boy, Kosma had always admired heroes, and he'd been striving to become one.

While still young and unable to maintain order like the police or military, he channeled his inner chuunibyou, actively patrolling New Zealand's streets as a vigilante, helping those in need, just like the superheroes in comics and movies.

He often wrestled with the morality of using force, even against those who preyed on the weak.

But he firmly believed in a clear division between good and evil, a line that shouldn't be crossed. The thugs harassing people in the alleys undoubtedly fell on the wrong side of that line, and he was relentless in his pursuit of justice.

Many New Zealanders he'd rescued praised the young boy. An urban legend even sprung up: If you're in trouble, don't worry! Your friendly neighborhood Darknight Hero will be there to help!

While his real name, Kosma, remained unknown, seeing the smiles on people's faces and hearing their praise for his heroic persona filled him with satisfaction. Wasn't he just like the heroes in comics and movies?

However, unlike most petty skirmishes, choosing to oppose these thugs meant his heroic journey was fraught with danger. He'd always relied on his agility and knowledge of the terrain to escape. But even the most careful can slip up.

Frustrated by the Darknight Hero's constant interference, the thugs finally laid a trap, cornering him in a narrow alley, restricting his movements.

"Hero? My ass!"

"Now, will your 'hero' come to save you?" The leader's mocking words stung Kosma.

He'd always fantasized about being a hero but never expected one to actually save him… well, maybe a little. Realistically, New Zealand only had one "Darknight Hero." Hoping for another hero would require one to be visiting New Zealand and stumble upon the situation.

Knowing this was unlikely, Kosma, despite having no regrets, gulped nervously as he stared at the thugs' rusty pipes, crowbars, baseball bats, and switchblades. No matter his ideals, the Darknight Hero was still just a boy, a child.

"Hahaha, look at him! Our Darknight Hero is about to wet his pants!" The thugs' laughter echoed through the alley.

Just as Kosma closed his eyes, bracing for the inevitable, a sweet, girlish voice rang out:

"No heroes here, but there is a fairy~♪"

He looked up to see a pink-haired girl with an exquisitely beautiful face. She stood at the alley's entrance, one hand on her slender hip, the other against the wall. Her clear blue eyes, tinged with a vibrant pink, sparkled in the morning light.

The soft, early morning sun framed the scene like a painting, etching itself into Kosma's memory.

…Such a cute girl… That was his first thought.

But the next moment, he cried out in alarm, "This is dangerous, run!"

These thugs wouldn't be gentle with such a cute girl. He couldn't bear the thought of her getting hurt because of him.

The pink-haired girl simply blinked and smiled. "Hmm~ Dangerous? I don't think so~"

"You wanna play hero too, little girl?" Under normal circumstances, the leader might have spent more time harassing such a beautiful girl. But perhaps annoyed by Kosma, or sensing a subtle threat from her, his tone, while still unpleasant, was less aggressive.

"Well~ I was just planning to resolve a minor financial issue, but now… excuse me, that boy is an acquaintance of mine. Could you let this go?" The girl rested her chin on her hand, looking adorable as she gestured towards the cornered Darknight Hero.

"****! (New Zealand Curse) You think you're hot stuff?!"

"Get her!"

While a sense of danger urged caution, the leader wasn't about to back down. The girl's words felt like an insult, overriding his caution and transforming it into rage.

Screw it! She's just a girl! One punch can take down three of her!

As the leader lunged forward, he felt something grab his leg. He looked down to see Kosma clinging to him.

"Get off me, you brat!"

"You need to—" Kosma, wincing from the blows he'd received, desperately tried to hold the leader back, urging the girl to escape. But his words were cut short.

He stared in disbelief as the thugs suddenly collapsed into a groaning pile. The leader, still held by the leg, was equally stunned.

They remained frozen, one clinging to a leg, the other staring blankly, while the pink-haired girl clapped her hands beside the heap of thugs, a puzzled expression on her face.

"...What are you doing?"