Black-robed Superman from a certain American comic book

Tornado angrily opened her eyes and looked around.

The moment Tornado opened her eyes, she was stunned by the scene before her. In front of her stood countless people, who were watching her, constantly pressing the shutter of their mobile phones, and discussing among themselves.

"What exactly happened?"

Tornado angrily shouted at the people holding their phones and taking pictures of her, trying to reach out and warn them.

Then she realized that her hands seemed to be tied up. No, to be precise, her whole body was wrapped in red cloth, with only her head sticking out. It was because her whole body was wrapped in red cloth that she felt incredibly warm.

"So! What exactly happened?"

Tornado's face flushed slightly. Along with anger, she felt an overwhelming sense of shame. She, the strongest ability user on Earth, the Hero Association's ace, and the second-ranked S-class hero, had been bound together in red cloth and publicly displayed?!

"Hey! You're awake?"

After the tornado roared, a deep, magnetic male voice suddenly rang in her ears.

"It's you! What have you done to me?!"

Upon hearing this, Tornado was furious. She was all too familiar with the owner of that voice, because she had just spoken to the owner of that voice.

Didn't I already ask you?

"I said, do you know about Ansai waist drum?"

"Didn't you say you knew?"

The owner of the voice did not answer Tornado's question; instead, he asked a question in return.

"I admit I know about waist drums, but what does that have to do with my current situation?!"

Tornado suddenly didn't understand. She felt that the owner of this voice, the newly promoted S-class hero Jupiter, had a very unconventional way of thinking, and she couldn't keep up with it.

"Of course they're related!"

"On such a joyous day, I'm going to perform a special skill for everyone! Playing the waist drum!"

As Jupiter spoke, he struck the back of the 'waist drum' tucked into his waistband, at a location that was difficult to describe in words and required one's own understanding.

"Clap~"

That sound, it was loud.

"..."

Silence! For a moment, the scene was completely silent. Whether it was the crowd taking pictures, the person playing the waist drum, or the 'waist drum' with its red body and green drumhead, no one could say a word.

"you……"

What are you doing?

The next second, the waist drum started shouting loudly, chattering incessantly.

Tornado never dreamed that the waist drum was actually her own!

"The marching drum, also called the road drum, is mainly used to beat as we move forward!"

Before the 'waist drum' could say anything, the male voice began to explain on his own.

"Clap clap clap..."

Then, amidst a series of banging sounds, they continued to advance towards the front of the street...

"You, you, look what you've done!"

Tornado's face was no longer just red, it was as red as a tomato.

"This is just the beginning! Now is the time for me to show off my skills!"

Jupiter then began to demonstrate his true skills.

"Clap clap clap..."

"Small waist wrap, large waist wrap, waist wrap past the crotch, horse stance jump, drumming and shooting goose jump, side kick, front kick, cross plum blossom, running and jumping steps, working steps, walking steps, cross steps..."

As Jupiter spoke, amidst the crackling sounds of hammering, he executed a series of smooth, professional moves.

"..."

Tornado was speechless at this point. She began to use her superpowers, intending to break free from Jupiter's clutches through brute force...

However, to her despair, her superpowers, which she usually controlled with ease, began to malfunction today. She could clearly feel the immense power within her, but she couldn't use it no matter what she did, as if someone had blocked the signal between her and her superpowers.

"What... what exactly is going on?"

Tornado cried out in despair. The helplessness she felt at that moment inexplicably reminded her of the fear that had been etched into her heart long ago.

"Do you think the cloth on your body is just something to wrap around your body?"

Jupiter looked at the Anse waist drum at his waist with disdain.

"These fabrics were specially developed to limit your superpowers."

As Jupiter spoke, he gently tapped the drum at his waist again.

"Impossible! In such a short time, you've actually developed a material specifically designed to suppress my superpowers? No, could it be that you were planning to target me from the very beginning?!"

Tornado realized that the whole thing was terrifying upon closer inspection, as if an invisible hand was manipulating her every move.

"You're overthinking it..."

Jupiter was too lazy to explain anything to the drum at his waist.

"Then how were you able to develop materials specifically designed to target me in such a short time?!"

Tornado continued to ask Jupiter questions.

"You ask so many questions..."

"However, regarding this question alone, I can indeed answer you, because..."

"You've been unconscious for three days."

Jupiter answered Tornado's question.

"impossible……"

Tornado stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"So who gave you that illusion that I just knocked you unconscious?!"

Jupiter shook his head; Tornado was still too naive.

"So when do you plan to release me?"

Tornado asked Jupiter pitifully.

"I can release it whenever I want..."

After Jupiter finished speaking, he continued to massage Tornado with his warm palms.

Chapter Sixty-Five: I Just Love Seeing Others' Stubbornness

"Ding ding ding..."

Just as Jupiter was parading through the streets with the tornado, a bell rang, and Jupiter stopped what he was doing.

Your phone is ringing.

The tornado reminded Jupiter.

"No, it's your phone that's ringing. My phone was destroyed in the previous battle, and I've been using your phone ever since."

Jupiter shook his head. His phone had been destroyed by the sun, and the phone he was using now was Tornado's phone.

"what?"

After hearing Jupiter's words, Tornado's eyes widened. In her mind, she once again had a clear understanding of Jupiter's bottom line: the man in front of her had no bottom line at all.

"Hey?!"

Jupiter took his phone out of his pocket and answered the call.

"If you know it's my phone, don't just casually take it out and use it!"

Tornado, wrapped around Jupiter's waist, watched as Jupiter angrily shouted, "Tornado! Take what you need!" and picked up her phone to use it directly.

"Shh..."

Jupiter gestured for Tornado to shut up.

"How dare you shush me?!"

Tornado suddenly felt very embarrassed.

"..."

Jupiter, not wanting to say anything more to Tornado, covered her mouth with his other hand.

"Excuse me, are you Ms. Tornado?"

"I am not a tornado, I am Jupiter."

"What is it? Tell me quickly..."

Jupiter spoke into his phone after covering up the surrounding noise.

“Um, Mr. Jupiter…”

Although the person on the other end didn't know why Jupiter answered his call to Tornado, the situation was urgent and he couldn't afford to think about it too much.

"Here's the thing, a meteorite will be falling into Z City in twenty minutes. I hope you or Miss Tornado can stop it..."

On the other end of the phone, a high-ranking member of the Hero Association kept wiping sweat from his brow as he explained what he was asking Jupiter and Tornado for help with.

"I see. Z City has been attacked. Do you need me to go and rescue it?! I refuse."

"Unless it's something else important, don't call me or bother me!"

Upon hearing this, Jupiter nodded slightly and then hung up the phone, the whole action completed in one smooth motion.

Z City, if he remembered correctly, was the territory of a certain bald man.

"Huh?!"

Tornado, who was listening intently to the phone call, looked at Jupiter in disbelief. She seemed surprised that Jupiter would refuse to go to Z City for rescue.

"Aren't you a hero? Don't you care about the lives of the people of Z City?"