"That night… your cry for help, your helplessness, your pretense of strength… I felt it all."
Fubuki stared intently at the gradually flustered Tornado, her gaze burning: "So, stop treating me like a child who doesn't understand anything."
"Sister, you need me. And I… need you too."
"You know what I mean!"
Fubuki took a step forward, floating in front of Tornado, their two exquisite faces almost touching.
"We're sisters, aren't we?"
Tornado's pretty face was flushed, and she looked at her sister's clear yet slightly mischievous eyes.
For a moment, she was so flustered she didn't know how to retort.
Ever since that extremely absurd incident happened that night, the relationship between her and her sister had undergone a subtle, ineffable change.
They were no longer like before.
One was a high and mighty, omnipotent protector.
The other was a humble, dependent person living in the shadows.
Between them, there seemed to be an added layer of shameful yet intimate bond, transcending sisterly affection.
"…Do… do as you please!"
After a long while, Tornado finally squeezed out this sentence through gritted teeth.
She abruptly turned her head away, not daring to look into Fubuki's eyes again, and transformed into a green stream of light, almost fleeing the scene in a panic.
Fubuki looked at her sister's awkward, classic defeated-dog expression, and the corner of her mouth couldn't help but curve into a smile mixed with victory and tenderness.
She knew that something had quietly changed between her and her sister.
Perhaps they had thought of the same man, the same scene, with a telepathic understanding.
The sisters' beautiful faces, separated by a long distance, simultaneously flushed with a captivating blush once again.
…
…
In City F, on the downtown commercial street, which was the economic lifeline of the entire city, an absurd farce was currently unfolding.
A muscular, bald strongman, wearing an exaggerated combat suit that seemed to be pieced together from black tires, stood in the square, passionately expounding his philosophy to the hurried crowd around him.
"Why do people have to work?!"
"Why do you have to pay for food?!"
"Wouldn't it be better if everyone just shared the food?"
His loud voice echoed among the pedestrians, harsh and inflammatory.
"Rich people are fat and greasy, while the poor can only die in destitution! This society is rotten to the core!"
"Does work bring happiness? No! Work only brings pain!"
"We should establish a new society where those who want to work go to work to support those of us who don't want to work!"
"I, Hammerhead, will lead our 'Paradise Group' and personally turn this great ideal into reality!!"
However, his passionate speech did not receive even a hint of resonance.
The passersby, whether they were office workers in suits, manual laborers in work clothes, or vibrant students, all frowned and walked around him as if he were mentally ill.
They actively distanced themselves from this group of bald men who also wore black combat suits and had flame patterns drawn on them.
"Boss," a Paradise Group subordinate with a scarred face and buck teeth came forward and kindly reminded him, "It seems… no one is listening to you?"
"…What?!"
Hammerhead was struck by lightning, suddenly waking up from his self-absorbed grand ideal.
He looked around and saw only indifferent, numb faces that ignored him.
A surge of anger ignited in his heart with a "boom," making him tremble all over, his veins bulging on his forehead.
"Damn it—! These brainwashed commoners! They can't understand our noble ideals!"
Crack…!
His heavy body in the combat suit exerted a slight force, and the brick ground beneath his feet immediately let out a dull "thud," the hard bricks cracking in response.
"If words can't awaken them, then actions will! Let them see that we're serious!"
Hammerhead suddenly waved his hand and shouted loudly: "Go! First, go smash the home of City F's richest man, Zeniru! That mansion is the best symbol of social injustice! Follow me to destroy it!!"
"Yes Sir!!"
Dozens of bald, idle subordinates behind him, who didn't want to work, roared in unison, their eyes flashing with the fanatic light of destruction and catharsis.
An hour later, the city center of City F had already turned into a living hell.
"Boom—!"
As a Paradise Group minion seemingly casually threw a punch, a hundred-meter-tall office building collapsed with a deafening metallic screech, like a stack of blocks having its base removed.
Countless concrete blocks and glass shards turned into a deadly rain, scattering everywhere, smashing onto the streets, leaving behind shocking deep craters.
Screams, cries, and the sound of collapsing buildings merged into a doomsday symphony.
Hammerhead and his subordinates were originally just a group of stronger ordinary people, but the unknown black combat suits they wore gave them terrifying power far beyond normal limits.
Every punch, every kick, was comparable to a heavy bomb, and the destructive power they displayed was on par with some powerful Demon-level Monsters!
City F Hero Association branch.
The piercing alarm never stopped, and the Hero Association executives watched the horrific real-time footage sent back by drones from the front line, their faces grim, cold sweat streaming down their foreheads.
"'Paradise Group'? Where did this criminal gang of unemployed vagrants get this level of equipment?"
"According to on-site feedback, their combat suits have extremely high performance, and their destructive power continues to rise. The disaster level has been raised from 'Tiger' to 'Demon-level'!"
"A-Class Heroes from nearby cities are rushing over, but the fastest will still take twenty minutes!"
"Report! C-Class Rank 1, 'Mumen Rider,' has arrived at the scene!"
"Uh, never mind, he was knocked down with one punch as soon as he charged in! No, wait! Quickly! Call an ambulance! His bicycle is all bent out of shape!!"
"…"
Despair, like a plague, spread through the city.
Just as the citizens thought doomsday had arrived and the Hero Association staff were helpless, two distinctly different, yet equally clear and pleasant female voices, as if piercing through all the noise and chaos, clearly descended from the sky.
"Citizens, please do not panic. The clamor of evil ends here."
"We are 'NEO.HEROES'—"
"'Scarlet Rose'!"
"'Plasma Dancer'!"
"Will execute justice here!"
Before the words finished, two incredibly beautiful figures, like two distinctly different feathers, one red and one blue, gracefully floated down from hundreds of meters in the sky, landing steadily in front of the Paradise Group members.
In an instant, the entire chaotic battlefield seemed to be paused.
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