The cloudy weather forecast suddenly turned to sunshine. The sky became calm, peaceful blue.
With her lost psychic powers back under control and her body returning to normal, Tornado stabilized her descent and breathed a sigh of relief.
The burst of anger unexpectedly dissipated quickly. Tornado rubbed her forehead, feelings a complex mix.
Of course that guy couldn't possibly be killed by one shot. He obviously took the hit and used the momentum to teleport away!
Unlike Tornado's teleportation, Jordan's teleportation required prior construction of a psychic channel and coordinate determination before use.
This limitation meant Tornado couldn't use long-distance teleportation like Jordan could.
Even though her mental energy reserves were more than sufficient.
At this moment, Tornado could no longer detect Jordan's psychic frequency. She had no idea where he'd run off to.
This result caused Tatsumaki to waver slightly.
—Being ambushed and suppressed twice... Is Jordan really just a little bit better than me?
Impossible. Absolutely impossible!
Tornado shook her head violently, trying to banish the strange thought.
—How could that be? In terms of psychic powers, I am the strongest!
—But the last time someone patted my head like that was...
Memories and reality intertwined, evoking the same warmth as her childhood. Tornado's face couldn't help but flush slightly.
"Hmph. I don't need anyone... to give me warmth!"
Tornado muttered to herself, habitually giving a stubborn snort.
At this point, her appearance had returned to that of the Hero Association's psychic queen.
The aura of a top-tier expert emanated from her—a cold mask placed on Tornado's small face.
With a slight flick of slender, pale fingers, the coat lying in the distance was enveloped in green light. It flew over, covering her petite, delicate body.
"Jordan... Hmph!"
Dazzling green light shone across the sky as telekinesis erupted, locking onto a Hero Association transport plane circling high in the air dozens of kilometers away.
Telekinetic leap activated. Her body instantly disappeared from the spot.
"Let's go. Let's go back!"
The cold voice rang out. Crew members, realizing what was happening, startled when Tornado suddenly appeared inside the cabin.
"That was close! Almost got caught!"
Blue light streaked across the sky, flashing and converging into a tall human figure above the no-man's land in Z-City.
Upon returning to Z-City, the first thing Jordan did was check his clothes from head to toe.
Fortunately, he'd managed to use his force field shield in time to withstand the first impact wave. Not a single part of his body was missing.
Recalling his experience of almost being blasted off Earth by a single shot, even he couldn't help but gasp in astonishment.
In any world, emotions are indeed the strongest driving force.
Given the intensity of psychic power Tornado had gathered at the time, if that blast had been redirected at Earth, future generations would only see K-City in history textbooks.
But this was fine. As long as it calmed down that green-haired loli who never admitted defeat, this beating hadn't been in vain.
Thinking this, F-boy suddenly stepped out of his body, a purple card floating in his palm.
Jordan took it and glanced. "...Hm?"
[100,000-Year-Old Iron Wire Vine (SR)]
Type: Character Card (Monster) • Rarity: SR
Dragon-level plant monster evolved after drinking mysterious liquid
Effect 1—Whiplash: Wields giant vines for indiscriminate whipping attacks
Effect 2—Rooted: Recovery speed +100% before leaving the ground
"Its size and destructive power are up to standard. It's only a matter of time before it destroys multiple cities. Disaster level marked Dragon... so why is it only SR?"
F-boy glanced at him, then suddenly lowered his waist and stood at attention, swinging his hand down with overwhelming momentum.
Some kind of martial arts move?
Jordan squinted. "What... kind of show is this?"
[Hell's Burial Hand Chop.]
"...BIG daring!"
"That brat's making snide remarks about me—'Grandpa Bakuzan, Rank 108 God!'"
In a flash, Jordan returned to Saitama's apartment. Saitama, who'd gone out for daily training, hadn't returned yet. The house was empty.
To make it easier to collect Limiter Fragments, Jordan had been staying at Saitama's place during this period.
Since he provided all the food, drink, and other necessities, it was essentially paying rent.
Saitama had no objection. In fact, he'd expressed hope the boss would stay long-term.
Since he'd made this his second home, Jordan cherished the living environment quite a bit.
Once daily, free housekeeping service cleaned the house and living room inside and out. Even the original owner, Saitama, was required to maintain cleanliness and hygiene.
Battle stains—blood, organs, tissues of monsters—were absolutely forbidden inside the house.
For example, when Jordan returned from the K-City battle, his feet didn't touch the ground entering the house. He floated directly into the shower room to wash under telekinetic influence.
He had to keep his head down the whole time while floating. This world's architectural style wasn't friendly to someone his height.
Saitama had initially been very dissatisfied with this rule.
After all, it was common for single men to be a little sloppy. There'd always be a day or two when they didn't feel like showering and just went to sleep.
But when he thought about how the other party was a big spender, he immediately felt the request was very reasonable and not as troublesome as imagined.
Just after battle or training, when wanting to go home, first go to the park and wash completely with free tap water there.
Anyway, no one would see them in the no-man's land. Wash for as long as wanted.
Really, not troublesome at all.
After quickly rinsing off battle dust, Jordan put on loose sweatpants and a fitted short-sleeved shirt, stepping out of the shower.
During his shower, the newly acquired monster card had already been transformed into enhancement material and integrated into his body.
As a Dragon-level monster with thick skin and tough flesh, the decomposition contributed significantly to physical attributes.
Attributes were like bank deposits—the more the better.
However, he could no longer experience the exhilarating feeling of becoming significantly stronger. The improvement was negligible.
Just like max-level Saitama defeating any monster with one punch—no real thrill in it.
The phone rang.
Jordan put down the towel he was halfway through using to dry his hair. Crackling blue arcs danced on the ends as remaining moisture evaporated from high temperature. He also got an ionic styling treatment.
He glanced at the tall, handsome man with black hair and blue eyes in the mirror, nodded in satisfaction, and caught the phone floating onto the table.
"Hello, this is Jordan... Oh, it's King!"