One Punch Man Light の小説・ストーリー

The only things that match exactly are the two machetes in leather scabbards hanging from their waists. Lights is the oldest male Miracle, born the day after Radar. His real name is Javier. He’s a slender guy of Mexican descent, just a couple inches taller than me, with olive skin and longish black hair he keeps cut short in the front to keep it out of his yellow-gold eyes. His eyes were dark brown until his Power appeared several years ago, when they turned golden. His Power, as his nickname suggests, is light. He can create balls of light with either hand, or shoot a beam of light from his eyes. As he’s gotten older, he’s learned to control the size and the brightness of the balls and beam

There were Gasps from the crowd. “What just happened?”one asked “Did you see that?” another said. Sparks crackled around my arms. I looked down, tiny blue lightning bolts danced over my skin. The man turned around, confused. “What—” I didn’t give him time. I shot forward again, this time slamming my fist into his gut. He stumbled back, coughing. More lightning buzzed around me. My body felt... light. Powerful. My pain was still there but it didn’t matter at this point.