After enrolling at Hope's Peak as the "Ultimate Martial Artist," I discovered that my fists had gained an extraordinary power. The criminals I punched would weep bitterly, swear to turn over a new leaf, and say they'd finally found the meaning of life.
The police called me the "Martial Arts Master Who Purifies People's Hearts."
I clenched my fist and looked thoughtfully at the people beside me:
My antisocial childhood friend, who had caused me to die and return to life several times.
The Ultimate Hope Fanatic, who took luck to the limit.
My gloomy friend, who called himself a recluse but was actually devoid of emotion.
The baby-faced detective making a name for himself in the underworld.
The old geezer leading the underworld, who was about to be forced out by the detective.
And my brother from another world, who had died and returned so many times he was about to turn evil and enter an if-route bad ending.
...Why does it feel like all these people need me to punch them?
P.S. 1. The protagonist has an overpowered cheat, with a demi-human and death-revival combo skill. His death-revival ability was generously sponsored by his brother from another world, Subaru Natsuki.
2. The protagonist is covered in various one-sided crushes. If you spot a spark of romance, don't doubt it: this trashy author loves that stuff.
Theme: Justice will never fade!
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