Night fell.
Above the uninhabited area of Z-City, a solitary moon hung high, casting its cold light upon the empty streets, making the district even more desolate.
Clack, clack, clack…
Amidst the sound of high heels tapping on the ground, Fubuki's graceful figure emerged under the dim streetlights.
The guidance of her sisters' psychic connection finally led her to a seemingly ordinary, even somewhat dilapidated apartment building.
The surroundings were as silent as a ghost town, with only the mournful wailing of the wind as it swept through the ruins.
Gulp…
Fubuki couldn't help but swallow, even with her powerful Psychokinesis, she wasn't sure if a sudden black cat appearing in this environment would make her scream.
However, thinking of the purpose of her trip, Fubuki's gaze became resolute again.
"My sister's psychic connection… it's coming from here, and it's very stable, with no signs of a fight."
She looked up at the apartment building, which appeared somewhat eerie under the moonlight, and her brows furrowed deeper.
This place, by no means, looked like somewhere her sister would come.
How could someone as arrogant as her sister set foot in such a rundown building that even cockroaches would want to move out of?
Could she be imprisoned here by someone?
The moment this possibility crossed her mind, Fubuki immediately imagined countless terrible scenarios—
Terrible Tornado's Psychokinesis sealed, scantily clad, covered in wounds.
Tied by her wrists with special chains and suspended in a dark room, surrounded by a group of unknown dark figures whose only visible expressions were sinister grins…
"…"
This thought made her heart clench, and a cold killing intent mixed with powerful Psychokinesis surged from her, making the surrounding air temperature seem to drop several degrees.
—Sister, wait for me, I'm coming!
Using the courage fueled by her anger, Fubuki didn't take the stairs; her body was directly lifted by Psychokinesis, silently flying to the window outside Terrible Tornado's room.
The door was tightly shut, but the curtains were open.
Fubuki didn't rush in; she was worried about alerting them.
She carefully concealed herself in the shadows, her gaze directed inside the window, trying to discern what was happening.
However, the scene inside the room caught her completely off guard.
…
…
Inside the small room, waves of heat rolled.
No imprisonment, no interrogation; instead… it was brightly lit and bustling with activity.
"Hahahaha… Saitama, you've grilled that too much! It's like a piece of charcoal!"
"Teacher, the meat really does seem burnt… but it tastes really good! More delicious than all the top-tier ingredients recorded in my database!"
A cacophony of voices, both male and female, came from the room, sounding like a party, with an exceptionally lively atmosphere.
The rich aroma of barbecue mixed with the malty scent of beer even penetrated through the window cracks, reaching Fubuki's nose.
Fubuki was stunned.
What… what was this situation?
It was completely different from the hellish scene she had imagined.
She hesitated for a moment, then focused her gaze.
A makeshift barbecue grill was placed in the center of the room, with some unidentified pieces of meat still cooking on it.
A bald man in a cape and a blonde cyborg were rapidly dealing with the burnt food.
A man with three scars on his face sat unmoving.
And her sister, "Terrible Tornado," the powerful and aloof S-Class Hero Rank 2, who was usually so high and mighty.
Her small face was flushed from drinking, and those emerald eyes, usually full of disdain and coldness, were now watery, with a hint of hazy drunkenness and charming innocence…
Sitting in the arms of a handsome man!
She was still holding a bottle of alcohol, taking sips from time to time, then letting out silly giggles.
The man, on the other hand, looked at her with doting affection, one arm around her waist, while his other hand held a skewer of grilled meat, which he was slowly eating.
Boom—!
A thunderclap exploded in her mind, Fubuki's pupils suddenly contracted, and the thread of sanity in her heart almost snapped.
Outside the window, the bright moonlight filtered through thin clouds, transforming into a hazy veil draped over Fubuki's graceful figure by the window.
What did she see?
Her sister… so intimate with a man?
And in this dilapidated apartment, with a group of seemingly disorderly individuals…
Wait a minute!
Fubuki quickly glanced inside the room again, then froze in place.
That man with three ferocious knife scars on his face, who exuded an invisible pressure just by sitting there… wasn't that King, the S-Class Hero Rank 7, "The Strongest Man on Earth"?
Why was he here?
And that handsome blonde cyborg, and the bald man in the comical battle suit next to him…
As a professional Hero who knew everything about the Hero Association, Fubuki's mind instantly brought up their profiles.
S-Class Hero Rank 18, "Demon Cyborg" Genos!
S-Class Hero Rank 16, "Caped Baldy" Saitama!
Two newly joined S-Class Heroes!
In this room, there were actually four S-Class Heroes!!
Then, that man…
Who was the man who could make her sister curl up in his arms like a docile kitten?
By what right?
By what right could he make her sister show that kind of… that kind of expression she had never seen before?
???
Countless question marks swirled in Fubuki's mind, making her CPU practically smoke.
"Huh? Is someone at the door?"
A calm voice with a hint of playfulness broke the lively atmosphere in the room.
Han Sen was the first to notice Fubuki's presence. He looked up, his gaze piercing through the glass, watching the graceful, yet utterly stunned, black-haired older woman outside the door with interest.
Her black, form-fitting dress perfectly outlined her mature and curvaceous figure, and the black stockings on her long legs beneath the hem shimmered enticingly in the cold moonlight.
Unlike Terrible Tornado's petite and delicate maidenly physique, this was a different kind of beauty, full of mature charm.
The two sisters were completely different styles of stunning beauty.
The tendrils of Imaginary Divine Power effortlessly read Fubuki's storm-like chaotic thoughts, and Han Sen couldn't help but blink with amusement.
So, Saitama and Genos's Hero names had already been decided?
It had to be said, when it came to naming, the Hero Association was strangely efficient.
"Fubuki… Fubuki?"
Terrible Tornado, embraced by Han Sen, her eyes hazy with drink, also followed his gaze and vaguely saw her sister outside the window, her emerald eyes lighting up.
"Hic… You're here! Quick… come in and have a drink!"
Terrible Tornado let out a hiccup, swaying as she struggled to stand up from Han Sen's arms, her small hand waving haphazardly at Fubuki.
Because she had drunk too much, she was a bit unsteady on her feet, and stumbled, almost falling, but fortunately, Han Sen, quick as a flash, caught her from behind and gently pressed her back into his embrace.
"…Sister!?"
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