Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life.

While Tony was still painstakingly cleaning up in the garage, Sherlock had returned to his guest room, taken a shower, and immediately fell asleep.

Sherlock slept soundly through the night, without a single dream, until the early morning of the next day. He then groggily sat up in bed, quickly washed up, and came out of the guest room.

The mansion had been restored to its former cleanliness, and its luxurious atmosphere was still evident everywhere.

Sherlock learned from the note left at the front door that Pepper Potts had already taken Doro to work through Sherlock's Anywhere Door, leaving only Tony and Sherlock in the mansion. Pepper Potts had made breakfast and told Sherlock and Tony to eat it.

As Sherlock put down the note Pepper left and headed towards the dining room, he unfortunately saw Tony, who was neatly dressed, walking out of the master bedroom.

Tony was no longer the disheveled man he was the night before. His beard and hair had returned to their original sophisticated and wealthy appearance. Only his remaining eyebrow made him look strange.

Even so, Tony couldn't escape his resentment when he saw Sherlock. He immediately curled his lip and started to speak sarcastically to Sherlock.

"Oh~ Isn't this our good child? If you like them, you can have them all with your big sister Pepper~"

Tony pouted and began to imitate Sherlock's manipulative behavior from the previous night, shaking his head and looking extremely irritating. However, Sherlock was not unhappy at all about Tony imitating him; instead, he looked at Tony with a half-smile.

"What's wrong, our great Casanova, the most promiscuous man in America, the legendary super genius, are you jealous?"

Sherlock didn't hold back and attacked Tony's most vulnerable spot directly.

Tony, who had been with Sherlock for so long, was also quite capable in combat. Seeing Sherlock begin to resist, he immediately pointed to his only remaining eyebrow and mocked Sherlock with a cold smile.

"No, it's not jealousy, I just want to ask our genius alchemist, why don't you give our Pepper a proper demonstration of the awesome things you've made?"

When Tony said this, his expression was nothing but sarcasm; he looked so utterly deserving of a beating.

Yet it is precisely this infuriating Tony who manages to leave Sherlock speechless.

Well, Tony's eyebrows really are Sherlock's fault. As for the culprit behind all this, needless to say, it's none other than the Zanpakuto, Ryujin Jakka, which is now quietly lying in Sherlock's four-dimensional pocket as a collection.

Sherlock put a lot of effort into creating this Zanpakuto, almost completely replicating the Zanpakuto's soul-targeting properties from the anime. He even created the so-called Shikai and the subsequent Bankai.

Most importantly, this thing doesn't consume any resources, and there's no trouble communicating with the sword spirit like in anime. You just need to know the release phrase and shout it to release Ryujin Jakka.

It's no exaggeration to say that if this thing were in the hands of an ordinary person, they could become a powerful "superhuman" in no time by using the Zanpakuto's abilities.

However, that's also where the problem lies. The problem with this thing is that Sherlock is made to be too realistic.

So much so that if someone doesn't have superpowers like heat or fire, they'll almost certainly get burned in their Shikai state.

As for the swastika release, it goes without saying that as long as the wielder dares to shout it, the Zanka no Tachi will come out and vaporize the user directly.

Tony's hair, eyebrows, and beard disappeared when Sherlock showed off the Zanpakuto he created, which is why Tony is so merciless in his mockery of Sherlock today.

Faced with Tony's sarcasm, Sherlock's lips twitched slightly before he composed himself and calmly looked at Tony, a man with an overly arrogant personality, speaking in an almost calm tone to Tony, who had come to the kitchen with him and was now sitting at the dining table.

"No, no, no, Tony, that was just a small mistake. Besides, my Zanpakuto is far from a failure; at most, it's just that the user was too weak."

"Even you, the creator, can't control it?"

In response to Sherlock's words, Tony retorted almost without hesitation.

Sherlock had long since mastered how to deal with Tony, which was to never get caught up in Tony's rhythm. He took a calm bite of the sandwich that Pepper had prepared and spoke to Tony in his usual calm tone.

"That's right, I'm a weakling too!"

Upon hearing Sherlock's words, Tony's eyes widened in disbelief. He seemed completely taken aback that Sherlock would respond to his sarcasm with such a reason. He stared intently at the seemingly indifferent Sherlock in utter disbelief.

I gained a deeper understanding of Sherlock's shameless behavior and his wickedly humorous soul.

Under Sherlock's "remain unchanged in the face of all changes" approach to dealing with the tsundere, Tony unsurprisingly broke down in his defenses once again.

He threw down his sandwich, stood up abruptly, pointed at Sherlock's nose, and yelled angrily.

"Fine, even if that's the case, then tell me, why don't you show off all those fancy gadgets you have? Don't think I don't know, you even made two transformation devices!"

As soon as Tony said this, an eerie silence fell over the entire table. Both Tony, who was standing, and Sherlock, who was sitting in a chair eating a sandwich, were stunned at the same time.

Sherlock, in particular, completely lost his initial composure and directly copied the shock and disbelief on Tony's face onto his own. He even forgot to chew and just stared blankly at Tony.

As for Tony, he froze the moment he said those words, his face filled with undisguised regret.

After a long silence in this eerie atmosphere, Sherlock burst into a deafening laugh.

"Hahahaha, Tony, don't tell me you secretly used my transformation device while I was away! Hahahaha!"

Sherlock was laughing so hard he almost fell off his chair. He was laughing so hard his stomach was cramping, but he couldn't stop. He kept slapping the table to try and stop laughing.