Last Hero
Chapter 01: Adventurers With Weak Power

EVEN BEFORE HE WAS SHOCKED, MAKE Jason that day was bad.

He wakes up in the back seat of a school bus, unsure of where he is, holding hands with an unknown girl. That's not the bad part. This girl is sweet, but Jason doesn't know who she is and what she's doing there. Jason sat up straight and rubbed his eyes, trying to think.

Several dozen children were sitting in the chairs in front of him, listening to iPods, chatting, or sleeping. They all seem to be about the same age as Jason .. fifteen? The sixteen? Okay, that's just creepy, Jason doesn't even remember his own age.

The bus rumbled down, down the winding road. Outside the window, the desert streaked under the bright blue sky. Jason was pretty sure he didn't live in the desert. He tried to think backwards ..to the last thing he remembered ...

The girl squeezed his hand. “Jason, are you okay?”

The girl was wearing bell jeans, hiking boots, and a snowboarding jacket of lamb fur. His brown hair was cut short and uneven, adorned with small braids on the side. She didn't use makeup, as if she was trying not to attract attention, but it didn't work. She's very pretty. The eye color changes like kaleidoscope—chocolate, blue, and green.

Jason took the girl's hand off. “Mmm, I'm not—“

On the front of the bus, a teacher shouted, “Alright, Lembek boys, listen!”

The man is clearly a coach. His baseball cap was pulled all the way down, covering his hair, so we could only see his beaded little eyes. He had a thin goat beard and a sour face, like he had just eaten something bad. His arm and chest bulged behind a bright orange polo shirt. The sports pants and Nike shoes he wore were immaculate white. A whistle was clad around his neck, while a megaphone was clamped to his belt. The man must have looked quite terrible if his height was not only 150 centimeters. As he stood in the hallway, one of the disciples exclaimed, “Stands dong, Coach Sir Hedge!”

“I heard it!” The coach looked at the bus to find the perpetrator. Then his eyes clung to Jason, and the frown in his mouth deepened.

Jason's hair is goosebumps. Jason believes the coach knows he shouldn't be there. The coach will call Jason and demand an explanation of what Jason did on bus—, and Jason doesn't know what to say.

The coach picked up a baseball bat and acted like he was hitting a homerun.

Jason looked at the girl next to him. “Maybe he talk to us like that?”

The girl shrugged her shoulders. “He always talks like that. This Wildlife School. ‘Where children are animals.’”

The girl said it as if it was a joke they had shared before.

“It's kind of a mistake,” Jason said. “I shouldn't be here.”

The boy in front of him turned around and laughed. “Yes, right, Jason. We've all been framed! I didn't run away six times. Piper didn't steal BMW.”

That girl blushes. “I didn't steal that car, Leo!”

“Oh, I forgot, Piper. What yes, your story? You ‘persuaded’ the dealer until he lent you the car?” The boy raised an eyebrow at Jason as if to say, Can you believe it?

Leo looked like a Latin version of Santa Claus's maid dwarf, with dry black hair, taper ears, a cheerful childish face, and a bright, porous, dark-black hair, as well as a jaily smile that instantly tells us that this guy should not be near matches or sharp objects.