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Memory, like a burst dam, crashed down the levee of reason.
The scorched earth on the outskirts of Z City, the barbecue grill, that simply styled bald man, and...
Tornado was instantly scalded from the inside out, and even her toes curled up in shame.
Subsequent memories transformed into scenes she found difficult to recount, fragile resistance, and then... endless depravity.
“Damn it…Hentai…”
Tornado bit her lower lip, her pearly teeth almost sinking into her soft lip flesh.
She pulled the blanket up, burying her petite body inside, revealing only a pair of emerald green eyes burning with anger.
Although it wasn't the first time, that guy always acts so...recklessly!
The smooth feel of the silk sheets made her recall more clearly the rough, tough hand she had felt the night before, and the strong masculine aura emanating from him that made her legs go weak.
He was burning with anger, yet a vague, inexplicable ripple was spreading through his heart.
She threw back the covers, her gaze sweeping over her body. On her fair skin, a few ambiguous red marks stood out starkly in the morning light.
On the bedside table, her signature black slit dress was neatly folded, as if it had been carefully ironed.
These damned details made her even more agitated.
That man was sometimes an unreasonable demon, and at other times he would reveal this incomprehensible meticulousness; this contradiction was just like her twisted personality.
Tornado jumped off the bed barefoot, walked to the huge French windows, and with a "whoosh," pulled back the curtains.
The blinding sunlight suddenly flooded in, causing her to squint uncomfortably.
The sunlight shone on her petite body, giving her snow-white skin a faint golden glow.
Her signature emerald green curly hair was draped somewhat messily over her shoulders, with a few unruly strands sticking up playfully, making her look less sharp and more languidly charming.
"Today is another new day..."
She murmured softly, but her eyes suddenly sharpened.
"I must become stronger!"
Only by becoming stronger can I completely break free from that bastard's control!
Only by becoming stronger can I... stand by his side and walk alongside him.
The thought flashed through her mind like lightning, and Tornado's cheeks instantly burned, even hotter than before.
"What am I even thinking?!"
She shook her head violently, as if trying to shake that tall, domineering figure out of her mind.
"Pervert! Villain! Hentai with eight-pack abs!"
However, the more she cursed, the clearer the man's outline became.
His deep, all-seeing eyes, his ever-present wicked smile, and...
When he held me in his arms, I felt a sense of security that was both infuriating and irresistible.
"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"
Tornado let out a silent scream, took a few deep breaths, and forced herself to calm down.
She picked up her phone from the bedside table; the screen lit up, showing several unread messages.
A message came from the Hero Association, asking her about the results of her investigation into yesterday's disaster in Z City.
Another message came from her sister, Hellish Blizzard, asking when she would be free to have dinner together.
Tornado hovered her fingertip over the screen for a moment before opening the Hero Association's chat window.
"The danger is over."
Concise and to the point, as always.
Then, she looked at Fubuki's profile picture, her gaze softening for a moment, but quickly becoming complicated again.
How can she see her sister in her current state?
"I've been a bit busy lately, let's talk again when I have time."
After sending the message, Tornado tossed her phone back onto the bed and turned to walk into the bathroom.
Warm water cascaded down from the showerhead, washing over my body and trying to wash away those annoying memories.
The tense nerves finally relaxed a little under the rising steam.
She closed her eyes, letting the water droplets slide down her long, curled eyelashes, but her thoughts drifted back to last night.
No! This can't go on any longer!
I am "Tornado of Terror", the absolute ace ranked second in S-class!
How can I let a man lead me by the nose and manipulate me so easily!
"I must become stronger!"
She suddenly opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes still carrying a hint of allure, her whole body exuding a mature aura, and said, word by word.
Only by possessing power beyond all else can she regain control, stop being so easily bullied by him, and...
Let him also experience what it's like to be bound by telekinesis and unable to move!
This thought reignited a fierce fighting spirit in Tornado's eyes.
This shame and anger, this resentment, will all become the fuel for her to break through her limits!
Unbeknownst to her, deep within the emerald green psychic light in her eyes, there always flickered a faint, almost imperceptible but indelible trace of pale gold.
Hero Association, Physical Fitness Testing Center.
"Next, Saitama!"
As the examiner called out in a slightly weary voice, a bald man wearing only a pair of briefs walked into the venue, yawning.
His lean, strong muscles, which seemed to contain explosive power in every sliver, formed a stark contrast with his extremely simple face.
Sunlight streamed through the tall French windows, illuminating the shiny back of his round head.
"Wasn't I invited here? Why do I have to take an exam?" Saitama scratched his bald head, his face full of confusion.
Not long ago, he was still struggling with the supermarket's weekend specials when two men in suits knocked on his door.
They spoke earnestly, saying that a "big shot" strongly recommended that he become an S-class hero directly, and repeatedly emphasized that the salary and benefits of S-class heroes are outrageously high.
Upon hearing this, Saitama immediately felt that the troublesome matter of becoming a professional hero had suddenly become meaningful.
The accompanying staff member in a black suit pushed up his sunglasses and said in a businesslike tone, "This is a necessary procedure, Mr. Saitama. Every hero needs detailed physical test data for record-keeping."
"Ah, that's it..."
Upon hearing this, Saitama scratched his cheek, looking troubled.
"I wonder if I can still catch the 3 o'clock cabbage sale..."
A staff member standing nearby: "...Oh, this!"
Having worked at the Hero Association for a long time, they all know that the more powerful an S-class hero is, the more quirks they have.
For example, "Metal Bat" is a super siscon, "Watchdog Man" is basically always on all fours, and "Child Emperor" can't stand not eating a lollipop while working...
But this Saitama-san's quirks are also...
Chapter 219 Physical Testing
Hero Association, Z City Branch.
Special venue for the 6th Hero Assessment.
The top floor of the venue, which is the size of a super-large stadium, is a special VIP room.
Han Sen was lounging on the sofa, looking down at the bustling testing ground below through the huge one-way floor-to-ceiling window.
He held a steaming cup of black tea in his hand, looking relaxed, as if he were watching an interesting play.
Sitting opposite him was the head of the Z City branch, a middle-aged man with a receding hairline.
At this moment, he was cautiously and anxiously rubbing his hands together.
"Mr. Hansen, is the man you and King recommended... Mr. Saitama... sure he's... alright?"
The person in charge looked down at the bald man wearing briefs, whose body had a rounded and simple shape, and his tone was full of uncertainty.
In the arena, the other muscular men participating in the test all had bulging muscles, sharp eyes, and exuded an aura of "I am the strong".
Only the bald guy named Saitama was looking around, as if he hadn't woken up yet.
"Oh, so you're questioning King's and my judgment?"
The person in charge immediately broke out in a cold sweat: "No... I wouldn't dare!"
Inside the VIP room, Han Sen took a sip of black tea, a playful smile playing on his lips: "Just keep watching and you'll find out."
"What you should be worried about now is whether your testing equipment is sturdy enough and whether you have sufficient insurance."
The person in charge was taken aback. Before they could even process the meaning of the sentence, the test below had already begun.
The examiner standing on the sidelines cleared his throat, trying to shift his attention away from the bald man with the peculiar style.
He flipped through the record board in his hand and announced loudly: "The first test for heroes is the 1500-meter run!"
Following his instructions, several burly men assumed professional starting positions, like cheetahs poised to pounce.
Saitama stood casually behind the line and yawned.
The moment the starting gun fired, several burly men beside him shot out like arrows, creating a gust of wind.
However, even faster than them was a terrifying wind pressure that could not be detected by the naked eye!
boom--! ! !
Saitama's figure vanished the instant the gun fired.
Instead, a devastating white shockwave swept wildly along the plastic track!
"Wow ah ah!"
The burly men who had just rushed out hadn't even run ten meters before they were swept up by the gust of wind, rolled around like bowling balls, and were blown directly to the edge of the field.
At the finish line, the examiner in charge of timing was about to press the stopwatch when the strong wind blew so hard he couldn't open his eyes and didn't even notice his baseball cap being blown far away.
When the storm subsided and everyone opened their eyes again...
The bald man in briefs was already standing at the finish line, grinning broadly at the starting line.
"Reaching this point should mark the end, right?"
The examiner at the starting line looked at the empty starting line and the charred track still smoking on the track, and fell into deep self-doubt.
The examiner at the finish line looked at the stopwatch in his hand, which he hadn't pressed yet, and knew that the score was no longer valid.
On the side of the track, several burly men who had fallen and were in a daze were still in shock, not yet realizing what had happened.
Inside the VIP room, the person in charge dropped his coffee cup on the floor with a "clatter," spilling scalding hot coffee all over his pants without even noticing.
His eyes were wide open, his mouth agape as he stared intently at the seemingly harmless bald man below.
“Mr. Han, Mr. Han Sen…this…”
Han Sen put down his teacup and shrugged: "I already told you to check the insurance."
Just as everyone present fell silent, the man in the black suit who accompanied Saitama to the exam suddenly pressed his earpiece and listened for a while, then went up to the examiner who was registering the scores and whispered something to him.
The other party was initially taken aback, then looked in the direction of the VIP room with an expression of astonishment, revealing a look of understanding.
It turns out that this unassuming, ordinary-looking bald contestant was a specially recruited person designated by the association's higher-ups!
"Mr. Saitama, please come with me to the next test: the high jump!"
The examiner wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and led Saitama to the next venue.
Here, staff who had been informed in advance had already raised the measuring bar to its highest position on the equipment.
"Please begin."
"Just jump as high as you can, right?"