[center][h1] [color=fff79a]The Amur Tiger[/color]  [/h1][/center]

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The Amur Tiger ears flicked to the sides as Charriot addressed him, his eyes avoiding the rooftops even as he slowed down in his steps. 

[color=fff79a]"I will but they'll be long gone by then."[/color] Amur muttered, his mind plotting a path to the location. [color=fff79a]"I'll pass the details of any clues I can find."[/color]

With that, he headed off, taking slow deliberate steps and exchanging words with some of his men before heading to the side of an alleyway and most importantly, out of sight from the rooftop of his would-be observers.

A heartbeat later and a twitch of his leg muscle, The Amur Tiger sprang upwards like a rocket, high enough to reach the second stories buildings. Wind whipping past even as he gently touched the concrete walls and whirling with his other leg, before kicking off it.

Adjusting his body and aiming forward at an angle, he used several buildings in this concrete jungle like a springboard, moving and propelling himself like a grasshopper with nothing but the ball of his foot.

Barely a minute passed and he was already approaching the rooftop, only one building remained as he landed to a crouch, legs and thighs flexing itself before exploding like a compressed spring as he shot upwards like a bullet. 

By the time he reached there and true enough to his expectation, the perpetrators had already left. Yet he was able to smell the leftover scent, medicinal and chemicals used in hospital labs and the strong stench of blood curled his nose.

Eyes scanned as he looked for any clues that he can use as he took his radio out and called his men to come to the top.

It'll be a long day before the Amur Tiger was finally able to leave the scene.


[center][h1] [color=f7941d]The Tiger : Harry Harimau  [/color][/h1][/center]


Hours later after getting Sealer into medical care, Harry was finally able to go home to the apartments. It was not by any means fancy, as it stood among the other thousands of other taller and larger buildings but it suit their purpose of having a roof over the head.

After all, it was one of their temporary homes used mainly for work as heroes. Their actual home was further away from this. Coming inside, waving to the security guards with his pass and then taking the easy way of simply leaping upwards, climbing each floor by hand instead of taking the stairs or elevator, he soon reached the 13A floor as he launched himself over the railing.

[color=f6989d]"Oi, ambil tangga seperti orang biasalah!"[/color] A shout came from a crustacean looking security officers, his claws outstretched and shaking their eyes disapprovingly as they watched him. [color=f6989d]"Mau kena tahan and penjara, hah?!"[/color]

[color=f7941d]"Tahulah, boss!"[/color] Harry grinned as he waved it off. Snickering all the way as he finally was able to cut loose here. No way in hell would he not continue to do that, more so since he's a hero-in-training now. 

Besides, this was child play compared to the period where he was trained by his dad.

Coming to a stop to a door, number 88, he unlocked it with his key and entered.

[i][color=f7941d]Yea, home sweet home.[/color] [/i]Harry's hands went to his hips as he took off his shoes and hero costume into something more casual.

The place was sparse of decorations, there weren't many windows barring the living and that's lined with bars similar to prison, beyond a center table, few wooden chairs, a desk lined with papers, and a TV.

Heading to one side of the apartment, where the kitchen was and the washing machine sat, Harry quickly threw his clothes inside and set it to wash. Making some drinks for himself, mixing protein shakes, fruits and adding all the nutrients that he needed.

Once done, he got to work and quickly write his own reports, filing and writing all the important details for today. It took a while but once he was finished, he placed it aside and immediately head to the room on the right side. There, it was the most filled room as weights sat to the side along with a gym machine.

It was boring, simple but it was the best way for Harry to improve both his quirk and fundamentals. Setting it at an easy 200 kg weights, he went for intense and fast rep first.

Hours passed as he steadily and quietly went through the entire regime, not stopping at all as sweat poured from his body. Only the sound of his door unlocking did he stopped and headed out to greet his father.

[color=f7941d]"Welcome back."[/color]

[color=fff79a]"Hmph."[/color] His father replied without much of a word as he looked down at him, Harry wincing a little as he took a step back before his father nodded.

[color=fff79a]"So how's your school?"[/color]

That finally broke the ice as Harry excitedly told him of the things happen, from how mom was, his victory at the school festival and the friends he met.

It was good to be back.