Under cover of night, Diana slipped toward the Amazon treasury to "retrieve" her god-slaying equipment.
Leon, meanwhile, decided to enjoy a proper bath.
The Healing Spring.
A specialty of Themyscira.
Its restorative effects meant little to Leon, who possessed Super Self-Regeneration—but the comfort? Unmatched.
If it were portable, he would have uprooted the spring itself and shipped it home for Tony and Pepper to experience.
For now, that depended on the System's generosity.
The Healing Spring
"Mm…"
At the moment, only Steve Trevor was soaking in the spring, humming contentedly.
Until—
Leon walked in.
Completely unbothered.
Not even wearing his Ultra-Elastic Fiber Undergarment.
Steve's humming died instantly.
"…Huh?"
"Oh—my God."
After a single glance, Steve submerged himself like a panicked mouse spotting a predator, leaving only his head above the translucent water.
"H-hey…"
"Impressive."
He avoided eye contact.
Leon smirked.
"Yours is decent too. By ordinary human standards."
Then he stepped directly into the spring—arms spread casually against the edge.
"Ah… kimochi~"
The semi-transparent water did Steve no favors.
One glance was enough to rattle his confidence.
"I—I—"
"What, stuttering because you're dealing cards?" Leon teased. "Man up."
"Haha… I'm done bathing! Take your time!"
Steve scrambled out, clutching his dignity and clothing alike, fleeing what felt less like a bathhouse and more like a dragon's lair.
Some sights transcended embarrassment.
They redefined it.
"Honestly. So inexperienced."
Leon stretched lazily.
[System Prompt: Proceed with today's Daily Check-In?]
'System. Put some effort in.'
[Ding! Daily Check-In complete.]
Reward Acquired: Infinite Healing Spring.
Description:
A self-generating Healing Spring. The water possesses mild restorative properties—accelerating wound recovery, easing fatigue, and soothing the mind.
May be withdrawn as bottled spring water or deployed as a terrain-based hot spring structure.
Introduction:
Grandma always said: drink more warm water and soak often.
'System, remember to drink warm water. Don't catch a chill.'
[…]
No reply.
Leon chuckled and conjured a Vibranium chalice from a silver ripple in space.
The System dispensed a stream of softly luminous, milky-white spring water.
He tasted it like fine tea.
Sweeter than mineral water.
Refreshing.
Ideal for overworked office employees.
While soaking, Leon extended his Observation Haki, remotely monitoring Diana's progress as she assembled her war gear:
Godkiller Sword
Shield of Divine Power
Star Crown
Royal Armor
Lasso of Truth
Silver Bracers
Aside from the Lasso and Bracers—and later the Sword of Athena—the first four were serviceable Amazon relics.
Strong.
But not that strong.
Leon made a mental note.
Once he had properly "convinced" Diana in the future, he would quietly upgrade her equipment using Active Adamantium and Vibranium.
If Ares dared catch her blade barehanded—
Surprise.
Footsteps echoed softly outside the cavern.
Leon rose from the spring.
Moments later—
Diana entered.
Fully armed.
Still maintaining Themyscira's traditional short skirt and long-leg aesthetic.
"Hi, Diana. Excellent equipment."
He assessed her calmly.
"T-thank you."
She froze for half a second.
But unlike a shy mortal girl, she did not avert her gaze.
She examined him just as openly.
After surveying his sculpted, statue-worthy physique, she swallowed lightly.
"…Is this typical for male gods of your kind?"
Her eyes lingered.
The anatomical discrepancy between Leon and the illustrations in Themysciran books was… dramatic.
More earthworm versus eastern dragon than minor variation.
"Of course not," Leon replied smoothly while drying off.
"There are differences even among gods."
"In this respect, I stand at the summit."
"Even Thor would have to bow before my divine majesty."
"Thor? The Norse God of Thunder?"
"Yes. He's older than me."
"But in certain measurements—I'm larger."
By the time she processed that, Leon was dressed again and standing before her.
"That makes him your brother?"
"Correct."
Diana stepped back slightly when Leon tried to embrace her again—just enough to dodge without rejecting him outright.
"I've heard Thor is the mightiest god in Norse myth aside from Odin. Is that true?"
"More or less."
"I'm probably stronger now."
"In truth, Hela—the Goddess of Death—was stronger than both of us."
"But like Ares, she enjoyed war too much. Odin sealed her."
"Hela?" Diana blinked. "Isn't she Loki's daughter?"
Leon shrugged.
"Human myths often distort reality."
"Hela is actually our elder sister. Loki is her younger brother—and Thor's."
"And me? You've probably never heard of me."
"I'm the youngest of the four."
"Hela was sealed before I even made an impression."
Diana stared.
Themyscira housed countless versions of Norse myth.
None quite this… inverted.
Books were not absolute truth.
Perhaps she truly did need to see the world herself.
"Mm—!"
Leon seized the opportunity.
One swift move—
Leon's Grip.
He pulled her close and kissed her again.
This time, Diana hesitated only briefly.
Afraid her strength might injure the "power-sealed" god before her, she refrained from resisting.
Instead—
She gradually surrendered to the sensation.
Unfamiliar.
Intoxicating.
Leon, for his part, could only think:
Henry Cavill was not wrong.
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