Starting with one punch, I'll stop being human.

It has to be said that the Hero Association is strangely efficient when it comes to naming things.

"Blow...snowflakes?"

Held in Han Sen's arms, the drunken Tornado followed his gaze and vaguely saw her sister outside the window. Her emerald green eyes lit up.

"Hiccup... You're here! Come in... come in and have a drink!"

Tornado let out a hiccup, swayed and struggled to stand up from Han Sen's arms, and waved her little hand haphazardly at Fubuki.

Because she had drunk so much, she was unsteady on her feet and almost fell over. Fortunately, Han Sen caught her quickly from behind and pulled her back into his arms.

"……elder sister!?"

Chapter 234 The Drunken Sisters

As Fubuki looked at this absurd yet real scene before her, she felt her worldview crumbling.

Is this still the same proud, powerful, arrogant, and irritable older sister she used to know?

"What are you all standing there for? Come in!"

Seeing that her younger sister hadn't moved for a while, Tornado said something in a slightly impatient and coquettish tone.

A familiar pale green telekinetic force instantly surged up, pulling the snow outside the window directly into the room without warning.

With a "bang," the door was slammed shut by telekinesis.

Before Fubuki could even sort out her chaotic thoughts, she was pinned down in an empty seat next to the barbecue grill by her older sister.

The rich aroma of roasted meat mixed with the malty scent of beer, along with the inexplicable aura of a group of S-class heroes, made her head spin even more.

"Come, let me introduce you."

Tornado let out a satisfied burp, then stretched out her slender finger and pointed at Han Sen beside her. Her pretty face, flushed with alcohol, revealed a look of pride and sweetness that made Fubuki's heart skip a beat: "This is Han Sen, my...my man!"

Rumble——!

Fubuki experienced a series of nuclear explosions in her mind. She stared blankly at her sister, then at the indifferent man, feeling as if the sounds of the entire world were fading away from her.

Her confused little mind then remembered that she did seem to have seen Han Sen before, and even tried to recruit him into the Blizzard Group.

But that's not important!

"Then……"

Slightly tipsy, Tornado seemed like a completely different person than usual. She appeared oblivious to her sister's impending breakdown and drunkenly pointed at Saitama and Genos: "Hey, this is Baldy, and this is his henchman."

Finally, pointing to the expressionless King: "This... oh, King doesn't need an introduction, you definitely know him."

King: "..."

Saitama, sporting a face resembling a simple line drawing, roared with sharp teeth and a head full of black lines: "...Don't just call people bald, you brat!"

"Also, don't think I won't beat you up just because you're Han Sen's girlfriend... Well, I can let him beat you up! I have a name, my name is Saitama!"

“That’s right, Ms. Tornado. Given your impolite behavior of calling the teacher bald, I reserve the right to file a complaint with the Hero Association.”

Genos, who was standing nearby, immediately added seriously, "And I'm not a follower, I'm the master's disciple, Genos."

Saitama:? ? ?

Do you really have to repeat yourself?

Upon hearing this, Tornado rolled her eyes at them both: "Tch, whatever."

However, their protests were clearly ineffective against the already intoxicated Tornado.

Of course, a sober tornado wouldn't work either.

King: "..."

It's supposed to be a movie for three people, but I never get a name. (MP3)

As Fubuki listened to this nonsensical introduction, she felt her head was about to explode.

She doesn't want to care about anything else right now; she just wants to know what exactly happened in these past three short days!

After several rounds of drinks, the atmosphere in the room became increasingly lively.

Tornado let out a small, satisfied burp, then practically slumped into Han Sen's arms, like a lazy kitten that had just been petted.

Her little face was flushed, her eyes were starting to glaze over, and she kept muttering some nonsense.

On the other side, Fubuki's situation wasn't much better.

Despite being forced to drink by her older sister with the domineering argument that "you're my sister, how could you not know how to drink?", she, with her strong sense of self-respect, downed bottle after bottle of ice-cold beer.

Under the influence of alcohol, the deep-seated awe he usually felt for his sister was temporarily suppressed.

But the price was top-heavy feeling; the world before my eyes began to spin, and I saw double images.

But she still clung to the last vestiges of her clarity, refusing to show the slightest weakness in front of her sister, especially in front of that man.

"...I...I can still drink..."

She swayed as she raised the nearly empty bottle of wine, her tongue almost tied in knots, but her voice remained defiant.

"Tch...you?"

Tornado glanced at her dismissively.

Although I was also nearing my limit, as the older sister, I couldn't let my younger sister lose in terms of spirit.

Well, her physique has been completely ruined, and there's no comparison in terms of superpowers, so she can only win in terms of drinking capacity!

(Fubuki:???)

"Look...look carefully!"

Fubuki gritted her teeth, tilted her snow-white neck back, and prepared to take another swig, proving her strength with her actions.

"Alright, alright, stop drinking."

A long, strong hand reached out and took the bottle from Fubuki's hand without any room for argument.

Han Sen couldn't stand watching the two sisters start competing with each other.

Although they are both superpowered, physically they are both weak.

If they drink any more, they'll probably both have to be taken to the hospital for stomach pumping.

"Who...who are you! Give me back my wine!"

Fubuki looked at Han Sen with blurry, drunken eyes. The alcohol amplified her emotions, making her instinctively want to snatch back her bottle.

"Don't you remember? Didn't Tornado just introduce it?"

Han Sen chuckled lightly, completely ignoring her hostility.

With his other hand, he pulled Tornado, who was almost asleep in his arms, closer and adjusted her into a more comfortable position.

This action was so practiced and natural, making no attempt to conceal its possessive intent.

When Fubuki's beautiful eyes met her gaze, she froze.

Catalyzed by alcohol and stimulated by the scene before her, a strong light blue psychic energy surged from her entire body, and her superpowers went berserk on the spot!

King's baseball cap was blown off on the spot, but Xiao Jie caught it with lightning speed and quickly turned around to thank him.

"You...you bastard!"

Fubuki abruptly stood up from her seat, the superpower aura surrounding her fluctuating violently. Her pale finger pointed directly at Han Sen, and she loudly demanded, "What did you do to my sister!?"

A violent burst of telekinetic energy erupted, causing the tables, chairs, pots, and pans in the room to shake violently and groan under the strain.

"Hellfire!"

With a shout, Fubuki pushed forward with both hands.

The telekinetic energy transformed into a rapidly spinning pale blue storm, sweeping towards the man who sat as still as a mountain!

This is her signature move, a psychic storm of matter that can easily tear a heavy truck to shreds!

However, this seemingly incredibly powerful telekinetic tornado appeared to enter a completely still area when it approached within three meters of Han Sen.

Without any violent collision or energy clash, the raging storm of psychic energy was as if it had been gently wiped away from the material world by an invisible hand.

It vanished instantly without a trace, without even causing a ripple.

"……what?"

Fubuki was stunned.

Her attack... was neutralized so easily?

"That's it?"

Han Sen shook his head, his words filled with obvious disappointment: "She's nowhere near as good as your sister."

Chapter 235 One in each hand

Han Sen's words were like a sharp knife, piercing deeply into Fubuki's heart.

From childhood to adulthood, what she hated most was being compared to her older sister.

"Your sister's superpowers are so strong, how could you..."

"If only you had half the talent of your sister..."

"As Tornado's sister, you can't do this."

These voices, like a persistent ailment, have haunted her for over twenty years.

She has worked hard for so many years, formed the Blizzard Team, and voluntarily stayed in the top position of B-class, all to prove herself in her own way!

In order to get rid of the ever-present label of "Tornado's sister" and prove that she is not just an appendage under her sister's halo!

In the end, all her efforts and pride were still belittled to nothing.

"She's nowhere near as good as your sister."

...far from it...

...It's too far...

Humiliation, anger, resentment, injustice...

All the negative emotions that had been building up for more than 20 years erupted like a volcano under the influence of alcohol!

Fubuki's beautiful eyes, which had been slightly hazy and drunk, were fixed on Han Sen, her gorgeous face flushed red with alcohol and anger.

Beneath the tight black dress, her mature and voluptuous curves rose and fell violently with her rapid breathing, exuding a wild and dangerous charm.

"What do you know!"

She roared defiantly, like an enraged lioness!

She recklessly unleashed her superpowers, and a torrent of telekinetic energy surged forth from her body without reservation!

A pale blue energy flame shot into the sky, causing her long, straight, and smooth black hair to dance wildly in the wind!

The air in the room grew heavy as countless sharp blades of psychic energy slashed furiously toward the man who remained seated as steady as a mountain!

"Hey, calm down! This is my house!"

Upon seeing this, Saitama quickly put down the grilled meat in his hand, and was about to step forward to stop him.

If a fight breaks out, his free apartment, which he finally managed to find, will be completely ruined.

However, before he could make a move, Han Sen merely glanced at Fubuki, who had completely lost control.

Just a glance.

There was no anger, no murderous intent, and not even any emotional fluctuation.

It was a detached gaze from the very top of the hierarchy of life, as if a god were observing an ant attempting to shake the divine realm.

A magnificent and terrifying aura suddenly descended!

"Divine pressure!"

In that instant, Fubuki felt her very soul tremble, and the violent telekinetic attack was instantly suppressed, calmed down, and vanished without a trace.

All the strength in my body was rapidly drained away, my legs went weak, and I could no longer support my body weight.