PROPMAN -Return to the origin- 1

"Damn ...! Damn ...!"

No matter how hard he trained, no matter how intense the contact, the man always came back up.

No matter how injured or exhausted, his massive muscular body overwhelmed his strongest opponents and pused his teammates to heights they could only look up to.

But the huge body is now motionless.

His flesh is popping, his bones are shattered, and a great deal of blood is staining the turf of the training camp's field red.

Onuma Kento's consciousness was now about to disappear into the depths of the evening darkness.

"(Did that man beat him alone?)"

The silver metal-armored deformities look at the wreckage smashed into the fence and shout in astonishment.

Onuma's life-threatening tackle penetrated the high-density armor, a product of interdimensional science, and slaughtered the deformities inside.

But that was as far as it went.

A volley of shots from enemy reinforcements tore through Onuma's body, and the legendary prop crumpled to the field.

"(Stupid, how can you give a fatal blow on top of heavy shell alloy armor? ...)"

"(Without any armament? Is there such a person in this dimension?)"

The conversation of the deformities showing puzzlement and alarm.

Of course, Onuma had no idea what they were talking about, and even if he did, he would not pay attention.

Onuma was only concerned about his dying friend who was lying on the ground beside him.

"Sorry, Kato, ... I'm ..."

It was six months ago that I remember.

It was an exchange with an elderly man who showed up at the ground.

The old man, accompanied by his escort and entourage, apologized for the sudden visit, and then cut to Onuma after a practice session, covered in sweat and mud.

He wanted Onuma to be a hero.

Onuma was silent.

He knew the situation the world was in.

He knew that as many people as possible were needed to help fight the invasion.

But Onuma said.

He asked me to let him pursue his dream with these friends for just a little while longer.

And then, upon graduation, or rather, as soon as the year was over, he would drop out of college and become a hero.

He really knew.

It was the right thing to do, to agree right then and there, and to immediately choose the path of a hero.

In these chaotic times, the preservation of peace was paramount.

Now down on the ground, Onuma thinks.

He has been spoiled by optimism.

He wished he could have been immersed in the frenzy of rugby and the joy of his friends for just a little while longer.

And the result was right in front of him.

"Kato ... when I was that ..."

The friends lying there like discarded rags do not answer Onuma's call.

The lives of the scrum halves who had worked so hard with him and supported each other were about to be destroyed.

Almost unconsciously, Onuma's hand probes his pocket.

At that moment, the elderly man, overcoming the restraint of his entourage, handed Onuma an object.

It was a metal oval ball that fit in his hand.

Onuma's fingers touched the switch in the center of the device, which was a miracle that it was still working.

"(What the ...?!)"

An operating sound and a black glow begin to leak from Onuma's hand, gradually increasing in size.

"(What did that man do?!)"

The invaders from another dimension who brought destruction and chaos to the world.

But that was not all they brought.

"Activate 'Protocol for Rules Of Protection'".

A mechanical voice announces the time to wake up.

The PROP system.

The cornered human race has taken the blade that was thrust upon it and made it its own.

Through determined reverse engineering, the materials and technologies of another dimension became the trump card for mankind's counterattack.

"(What the hell is this light? ...?)"

"(What is happening?!)"

A jet-black flash of light beats, blinking stronger and stronger with each second.

A light of hope and disconnection that makes the chosen man a hero, never to return.

And,

"(I can't see anything ...! My eyes are ..., damn it!)"

A black glow explodes.

The night sky shimmers and roars as it burns the earth.

"(Stupid ...)"

After the explosion of the supernova, there stood a large man clad in the dark night's battle gear.

The body suit, similar to a rugby jersey, wraps Onuma's massive body in the blackness of the interstellar cloud, trying to suppress the power overflowing from the new star.

"(Don't be frightened! It's just a primitive man's false threat!)

"(Fire! All hands ready! Fire!)"

In the midst of the hail of bullets, Onuma saw Kato.

There was already no sign of life.

But there was no choice but not to fight.

He was already a hero.

"..."

He spreads his legs wide and drops deeply at the waist.

His huge thighs, covered with bristles, gather strength.

As if clinging to a time that would never return, Kento Onuma kicked at the earth.

When it was all over, all that was left were countless craters and scattered pieces of metal.

The right prop assault, which was called a muscle tank, ran over the invaders from the other dimension, crushing them to pieces of wood.

"Kato, I'm late."

Onuma simply stood by the corpse of his friend.

The talisman of victory in his cold hand was miraculously beautiful in this place of death and destruction.

It was more than 20 years ago that dimensional tunnels, commonly known as DGs, or doors to other dimensions appeared around the world.

The "Senkyo" interdimensional creatures that emerged from the DGs, invaded the earth using the science and technology of another world and seized the territory of the human race.

However, the unity of the cornered human race opened a way of life.

A mineral of interdimensional origin named Rebellionium.

Scientists discovered that the electromagnetic waves emitted by the crystal gave power to qualified men.

It was the moment a hero was born on earth.

The number of heroes is not large in the whole world because Liberionium selects only a very small number of big, strong, and muscular men.

However, their power was immense.

They overwhelmed the Senkyo, defying the weapons of another dimension.

They continued their righteous march and took back many lands.

As a result, the Senkyo temporarily withdrew to another dimension.

Since then, they have only been making sporadic checks and raids by randomly appearing DGs in areas that mankind has designated as quarantine zones.

A large back figure moves down a corridor where middle-aged men in white coats, who appear to be researchers and executives, are hurriedly passing by.

He is dressed in a polo shirt, half pants, and sandals, an outfit inappropriate for the occasion.

But even so, his physique eloquently explained why he was still strutting around this facility.

His back, where his unadorned gray polo shirt looks as if it is about to pop off at any moment, and the muscles in his chest and shoulders are heaving.

His arms that were stretched to the limit at the cuffs.

Half pants that clung to both thighs like logs.

At the center of them, a bulge, which is unthinkable, is swaying heavily from side to side in accordance with their steps.

"Senior! Good work!"

A voice called out from behind me, and my neck, thicker and more trained than the width of my face, twisted.

A face that looks slightly smaller because of his large body turns around behind him.

Thick eyebrows, a bridge of the nose, and a stout chin.

His eyes, which had a wildness and serenity, narrowed, and then his tight mouth relaxed.

" Hey!"

This is the Kanto Branch of the Dimensional Tunnel Monitoring Bureau.

This is Japan's largest anti-Senkyo facility, to which Kento Onuma belongs.

"Is there anything out of the ordinary?"

The spacious locker room seems small when the two heroes stand side by side.

Onuma changed into his work clothes, and Gaku Muroi, his junior, changed into his casual clothes.

"I'm sure I'll hear from the op, but I doubt it will be today."

"Well, it's been a while."

"They're dumb, showing up on your shift."

Muroi's words were no surprise.

Onuma is a seasoned veteran among heroes, and has even gone to the headquarters of the Senkyo International Organization Against the Senkaku to give a lecture.

Objectively speaking, it would have been foolish for the Senkyo to proceed with the invasion from the Kanto branch.

"Egregious, isn't it?"

Muroi let out a sigh of sadness at the sight of Onuma's huge body.

Onuma, as has been the case since her school days, takes off all of her clothes at once when she changes her clothes and strips completely naked.

What is revealed is his glorious body, which has been continuously defeating other races armed with super science.

The reason behind the nickname of "muscle tank" is also carelessly exposed.

From the lower end of his hairy abdominal muscles, which are reminiscent of muscular armor, a substandard male organ protrudes.

The huge meat cannon, which had fathered three boys with his wife, swayed heavily in time with Onuma's movements.

"This will happen to you soon. You should have kids early."

The bodies of those who were exposed to the light of Rebellionium gradually became stronger and larger until they were perfected as heroes.

The reproductive organs were no exception.

For a veteran hero like Onuma, it is difficult to get a woman pregnant spontaneously because of the size of his penis.

His advice to his juniors was half-serious.

"How long have you had a body the size you have now?"

"Well, about ten years after I became a hero."

"Then I better really hurry up. ... Oh, well, goodbye."

"Oh, well, rest well."

Muroi, completely dressed, salutes and exits.

Only a bare-chested Onuma remained in the locker room.

"...It's been almost 20 years."

The faint luster of the amulet he pulled out of his pocket shook Onuma's memory.

A long time has passed since the death of his unforgettable friend.

In the 20 years that could be called Onuma's half life, there have been many milestones, such as marriage and the birth of his children.

Each time, he thought it was time to quit being a hero, an occupation that worried his family.

But Onuma remains a hero.

It is not just a sense of justice and responsibility.

One regret has kept him standing on the battlefield.

"We have confirmed signs of a dimensional tunnel. The person in charge must immediately..."

At that moment, an announcement rang out, announcing the emergence of the Senkyo Tunnel.

Onuma's eyes shifted their focus from the past to the present.

The wristband-type transformation tool that has been activated reads Onuma Kento's bioinformation.

A shiny jet-black bodysuit caresses the perfect idealized image of a male body.

"Activate 'Protocol For Rules Of Protection'".

Regardless of the official name, which is full of Japanese kanji, Onuma has been called this as a hero since that day.

"Propman, I'm going to mobilize!"