After officially joining the Loki Familia, Tsuna was assigned a small room on the second floor, tucked away in the corner. By his estimate, it was about ten square meters—spacious enough for one person.
The setup wasn't bad at all: a bed, a desk, a bookshelf, and a large window that let in plenty of sunlight. It actually reminded him of his room back home. The only thing missing was the familiar hum of modern appliances.
"So, what do you think? Not a bad room, huh?"
"Yeah, it's great. Big enough, well-lit, and good ventilation. Aside from the lack of modern electronics, it's almost identical to my room back in my world."
He pushed open the window and looked outside. The sky had already begun to darken, but he could still see the surrounding houses beyond the annex. The architecture had that classic Western fantasy style—stone, arches, and wooden beams. It felt straight out of a world of swords and magic.
After learning about the Familia's other properties, Tsuna quickly realized just how wealthy the Loki Familia really was.
Being able to arrange a room like this for a new recruit on short notice? He had no complaints. Besides, he'd gone camping enough times to know what "roughing it" really meant. Compared to that, this was practically luxury.
"Electronics... those are tools powered by this 'electric energy,' right?"
"Yeah. Basically, they use electricity to power the internal components of a box called a television, which displays signals transmitted from far away as moving images on the screen."
"Sounds a bit like Far-Sight Sorcery, doesn't it?"
"I don't know what that is, but it sounds pretty close. In our world, people don't have magic, but they've used their intelligence to create all kinds of amazing things. Oh, right—"
An idea struck him, and Tsuna decided to show Loki exactly what a "television" looked like.
His imagination began to take shape, the details growing sharper in his mind.
A sleek, sixty-inch television slowly materialized in midair at the center of the room.
"Oooh~ so this is the 'television' you were talking about?"
Loki's eyes lit up with interest—she'd always been curious about "technology."
"Yep. It uses electricity to power its parts and display images on the screen. This one, though, I created through my imagination—it's technically a monster construct, so it doesn't need actual electricity. But it does need a visual transmitter, or it won't show anything."
Before constructing the television, Tsuna had already designed the matching transmitter.
A white bird appeared in the room, hovering in the air. The television flickered on, displaying an image of Tsuna and Loki from a different angle.
"Whoa!"
Loki's eyes widened in delight as she saw herself on the screen.
"This really is like Far-Sight Sorcery! Not magic-based, but achieved through craftsmanship? You mean people in your world can create this without magic?"
"Yeah. We push technology to its limits, step by step. By combining all sorts of components, we've created tools that mimic living creatures."
Tsuna didn't think the people of Orario lacked the capability. Their focus just wasn't on science. If they ever turned their attention that way, magitech might very well become mainstream here too.
A sleek, black controller appeared in front of Loki.
"What's this?"
Loki's attention shifted immediately.
"It's the control device—for operating the bird."
Tsuna walked to the window, took the controller, and started manipulating it.
The white bird lifted off swiftly, gliding through the open window and into the sky at impressive speed.
As it flew, the television image shifted rapidly, now showing the world from the bird's perspective.
When the view stabilized at a high-altitude overlook, Tsuna stopped operating it. The image froze on a breathtaking panorama of the city.
"Using the controller, I can adjust the bird's position, maintain flight or hover in midair, zoom in and out, and even record sound."
"There's still a limit on range, though—and plenty of room for improvement."
"Wow!!!"
Loki practically sparkled with excitement as she stared at the aerial projection of Orario sprawling across the screen.
"This is amazing. It's not as convenient as Far-Sight Sorcery and has range limits, but the fact that such a thing can be built without magic? That's incredible."
"And your ability—being able to project that technology onto a monster's body? If Finn saw this, he'd probably lose his mind with excitement."
"Really? He'd be that happy about it?"
Tsuna hadn't expected the Loki Familia's captain to be the type to get worked up over drones.
"Mm~ yeah. Finn's always wanted to make the Pallum proud—to lift them out of their awkward position in society."
"Restoring his race's honor, huh? That's a pretty ambitious goal for a captain. With an ideal like that, he really deserves to be called a Hero."
Tsuna couldn't help but feel a growing respect for the small-statured captain.
Reviving an entire race wasn't something one person could accomplish easily. Yet, knowing how difficult it was, Finn still pursued it wholeheartedly. That kind of determination was heroic.
"Hero, huh…"
Loki murmured softly, then smiled, slinging an arm over Tsuna's shoulder.
"If Finn heard you say that, he'd be thrilled. But reviving a race isn't something that happens overnight. The Pallum's situation is... complicated. He's dedicated himself to the cause, but no other Pallum expects anything from him."
"Because no one believes he'll succeed."
That made sense. Tsuna understood that kind of challenge—reviving a race meant rebuilding its pride from within. One person couldn't do that alone.
Still, Tsuna's admiration for Finn didn't waver in the slightest.
"If no one believes in him but he keeps moving forward anyway, that just means he truly believes what he's doing is right. A person like that doesn't need recognition. No matter what anyone else thinks, the captain won't abandon his goal."
"Maybe he won't be the one to complete it, but his actions might inspire others to carry it on."
This kid… he really means that? Loki hadn't expected Tsuna to think that deeply—or to say something like that at all.
He must've come from a world with good education, she thought, smiling to herself, a rare flicker of warmth in her eyes.