The violent sense of weightlessness left Tsuna almost unable to control his body.
Before he could react properly, his eyes caught sight of the far end of the rift—the exit passing through his field of vision.
That meant he was about to hit the ground.
"Maximum Impact-Resistant Slime!"
The fear of death boiled his survival instincts to the surface. He pictured the huge slime used for cushioning impacts—the best pad for a fall.
In an instant, a blue slime roughly four meters across appeared beneath where Tsuna was going to land.
"Duang!"
The falling kinetic energy was completely absorbed by the massive slime, and for the first time in the fall, Tsuna felt a sliver of hope.
The slime, having devoured enormous energy, wrapped him tightly so he wouldn't be flung away by the rebound.
It took the slime a while to stabilize. Once it had swallowed all the falling energy, the enormous blob vanished.
Tsunayoshi Sawada sat on the floor, face a little pale.
He couldn't fly. Falling from an unknown height—if not for that stroke of luck, he might've ended up as a smear on the ground.
"That sort of thing… probably shaved years off my life."
God only knew how much lifespan he'd gambled to create that cushion at the last second.
"I don't know about the lifespan part, but I do know you just did something ridiculously risky."
The sudden female voice made Tsuna reflexively look up. The moment the girl came into view, it was all white—yes, from head to toe pure white, flawless, perfectly smooth.
He stared for two seconds, then quickly turned away.
"Sorry, I—"
"Eh~ You fell through the ceiling into my bath and saw my body. Is 'sorry' really all you plan to say?"
Tsuna knew one apology wouldn't fix this.
He'd fallen into someone's bathroom out of nowhere and seen something he definitely shouldn't have. That was basically an open-and-shut case of invasion of privacy.
Even if it wasn't intentional, no judge would buy the "I slipped through a dimensional rift" excuse. That was absurd.
…Wait!?
Tsuna looked up again, but the ceiling had no hole now, and that deflated him like a punctured balloon.
Then, in the next moment, a faint sensation of his coordinate anchor gave him huge hope.
"Coordinate! Right—I still have a coordinate!"
His disappointment instantly turned into excitement.
With his eyes closed, Tsuna could sense a coordinate far away. The signal was weak because of the distance—like a phone bar reading somewhere between zero and one on a five-bar scale, flickering and unstable.
It kept shifting between detectable and undetectable.
"...Better than nothing. If I can sense it, there's a way."
"Although I can guess what you're thinking, maybe you should focus on where you are right now—and on the fact you just acted like a peeping tom."
The woman behind him reminded him kindly.
Tsuna's briefly relaxed emotions snapped back. He almost forgot about the immediate problem.
A girl in the bath had seen him tumble through the ceiling and had watched him create a slime to soften the fall.
While he was trying to figure out how to deal with the situation, footsteps came from behind—bare feet hitting the floor with no effort to muffle the sound.
They stopped right behind him.
"You shouldn't want me to expose you, traveler from another world, right?"
Tsuna's eye twitched. The line carried that typical island-country tone.
"And about you peeping on me just now. Whatever your excuse, you saw me, didn't you?"
Tsuna couldn't deny it—he had seen. Worse, the image was burned into his mind with unnerving clarity. He didn't even know he had such a good memory; he could still flip the frame of that moment in his head like a snapshot.
"I did see—"
"See? See? So? How do you like my body?"
Tsuna thought he might have misheard; the girl sounded oddly excited, and then she actually asked what he thought of her body.
A normal girl in this situation should've been angry. Why was this one so weird?
Against his will, Tsuna replayed the girl's image in his head.
A slim figure, perfectly proportioned top to bottom—no visible flab. That could be both good and bad, depending on how you looked at it. With a cute face to match, she was definitely in the "adorable" category.
How should he respond? "Your body looks nice" would come off gross, especially to her face.
While he was torn, the girl behind him spoke again.
"Say what you really think. I absolutely won't retaliate afterward."
That line practically screamed "I will retaliate afterward." Tsuna couldn't help but scoff inwardly.
Even if he hadn't dated in his past life, that didn't mean he'd never used short-video apps or read novels.
Tsuna took a deep breath.
"You saying that sounds like you're planning to get revenge afterward."
"Ara~ So you noticed. I thought you didn't get it."
"...I'm not stupid enough to fall for that. There's no point arguing with a girl."
From a lot of sources, Tsuna had learned women tended to be emotional. Except for moms like his own, most were driven by feeling more than logic—so treating them as emotional beings usually worked.
Also, don't trust pretty girls easily. The prettier they are, the more they lie—he'd heard that from someone wise once.
"Alright~ Then let's talk about things we can talk about. For example, why you're not just killing me after I threatened you."