"Dying Will Flame?"
Loki noticed the look on Tsuna's face—not confusion, but surprise.
"So you do know about the Dying Will Flame."
"Yeah, I do."
Recovering from his initial shock, Tsuna started explaining.
"The Dying Will Flame is a kind of energy that comes from within the body—a wave that reacts to a person's inner qualities and manifests as a flame-like power."
"My dad's an important member of a mafia family in another country. The Dying Will Flame is the power passed down through that organization."
"No wonder you said your father would always be watching over you," Loki said with a knowing smirk.
If Tsuna came from that kind of world, it wasn't strange at all that he'd notice something off about the untouched tent. With a background like his, there was no way he didn't have people guarding him.
So… his arrival in this world wasn't an accident?
Well, I can't say I'm surprised.
Loki had known from the beginning that Tsuna wasn't ordinary.
After all, how else could a "normal" person know about the potential future of this world?
Her guess was that he'd once encountered people—or beings—from another dimension, seen glimpses of other worlds. But to him, it probably just seemed like an ordinary story.
"You're familiar with the Dying Will Flames, then? So you've seen their forms before, right?"
"Yeah," Tsuna nodded. "I have."
That confirmed Loki's suspicions.
So he really had been pulled in from another world. And for some reason—maybe even by his own hand—he'd opened a gate and ended up right in front of her.
So this is fate's choice.
Sorry, shorty—this time fate chose me, not you.
Loki could barely contain her excitement.
"Alright then," she said eagerly. "Show me how this Dying Will Flame works. Let me see it with my own eyes."
"Okay."
Truth be told, Tsuna had never consciously used the Dying Will Flame before. Instinctively, he followed the same method he used to summon through Annihilation Maker.
He opened his hand.
A soft, orange flame bloomed in the center of his palm.
Then came a crimson one, followed by a calm blue, a deep violet, a brilliant gold, a lightning-green, and finally, a dark indigo.
Seven flames—each representing a different aspect of the sky—floated around his hand in a perfect ring.
"Seven?" Tsuna stared, stunned.
"What's wrong?" Loki asked, intrigued.
"Normally, I should only be able to use one—the orange one. The others shouldn't even be possible for me."
There were rare cases of people wielding multiple flame types, but Tsuna? He was the Sky. He wasn't supposed to control all seven.
"Try them," Loki urged. "If you can use all of them, that's not a bad thing, is it?"
"…Guess not. Miss Loki, can I borrow your desk for a moment?"
"Go ahead."
Loki stepped back, watching curiously as Tsuna walked over to her desk.
He raised a hand and lightly tapped the surface with one finger.
In an instant, the desk turned to stone, spreading outward from the point of contact.
No—not just stone. It was full petrification, completed in less than a heartbeat.
So that's the Petrification Flame?
Loki's eyes gleamed as she observed.
No… that's not true petrification. It's destabilizing the molecular structure and realigning it into a completely new substance.
How frightening.
It was a brutal ability—nearly identical in nature to Balor's deadly Death Gaze. Once it targeted you, there was no escape.
Unless you severed the affected area before the process completed, there was nothing left to save.
Then the crimson flame wrapped around Tsuna's fingertip. He tapped the petrified desk again.
The stone shattered instantly, crumbling into fine dust that spilled toward the floor—
—but before it touched the ground, a soft blue flame coated the falling powder, slowing its descent to a near standstill.
The indigo flame surrounded the drifting dust, drawing it back together until it reshaped into the original desk form.
Then purple light rippled across the surface, followed by golden fire reinforcing it. Finally, green lightning crackled along the edges, locking everything into place.
When the process ended, the desk looked exactly as it had before.
Loki's eyes went wide. She hurried over, knocking on the surface with her knuckles.
A deep, solid thud echoed. She tried lifting it—only to find it far heavier than before.
"It's heavier," she muttered, astonished.
"More precisely," Tsuna said calmly, "the desk's molecular composition has changed. It's made from an entirely different material now."
Loki's expression shifted from shock to delight. She'd seen—and understood—more than she expected.
"The orange flame alters the molecular structure, turning matter to stone. The red one breaks it down completely into dust."
"The blue flame slowed the falling motion, while the indigo one reassembled the fragments into a solid shape."
"As for the purple and gold flames, I'm not sure yet—but the green, the lightning one, definitely hardened the surface."
"Did I get that right?"
"Yes," Tsuna nodded. "Your analysis is spot-on, Miss Loki."
Even Tsuna was impressed. Aside from the Sky and Sun attributes, Loki had perfectly identified the roles of each flame after just one demonstration.
She really did have an incredible eye for detail.
"The purple flame represents Propagation, the gold one is Activation."
"I used Propagation to multiply the dust particles, then the gold flame to speed up their reaction. I also infused them with Tranquility—that's why, even when they multiplied beyond normal limits, they stayed within the structure."
"The green lightning flame then performed Hardening, reinforcing the whole thing and increasing its density."
"By accelerating the propagation and compression, the desk became far denser—and that's why it's heavier now."