He quickened his pace, Psychokinesis lightly carrying him towards the apartment, where Tornado had long grown impatient by the window, her green curly hair subtly fluttering with annoyance.
"You're too slow!" Tornado floated over as soon as she saw Allen, her gaze falling on the ice cream in his hand, her tone suddenly softening a few degrees.
"You still remembered to bring this."
Allen handed her the ice cream: "Sorry, I ran into something on the way."
Tornado took the ice cream, licked it a small bit, then suddenly frowned: "You smell of blood."
"I sparred with a friend just now, I wasn't hurt," Allen replied naturally, walking towards the bathroom.
"I'm going to take a shower."
Tornado snorted softly, her green curly hair fluttering slightly: "Who cares if you're hurt or not."
She turned and floated towards the living room, but couldn't resist turning back to remind him: "Don't make the water too hot!"
In the bathroom, Allen took off his sweat-soaked clothes, and warm water rinsed his body. The battle with Saitama had been very rewarding, and perhaps he could reveal his true intentions soon.
"Hey! How much longer are you going to wash?!" Tornado's voice came through the door, with a hint of undetectable concern.
"Almost done," Allen turned off the faucet, dried himself, and put on the radish-patterned pajamas Tornado had bought for him.
Stepping out of the bathroom, Allen saw Tornado floating on the sofa, licking her ice cream in small bites, her green curly hair falling over her shoulders. The evening news was playing on TV, and the figures of Muzan and his demons helping citizens flashed across the screen.
"Those Monster we talked about in the meeting are actually doing good deeds," Tornado suddenly spoke, her green eyes fixed on the screen.
Allen sat beside her, naturally taking the ice cream from her hand and tasting it: "It tastes good."
"Who told you to eat it?!" Tornado snatched the ice cream back, her ears slightly red.
"Time for bed!" She quickly finished the ice cream, her head numb from the cold, and went to the bedroom.
Allen watched her retreating figure, let out a soft sigh, tidied up the living room, turned off the lights, and tiptoed into the bedroom. Tornado was already curled up on the bed, her back to the door, her green curly hair spread out on the pillow.
As soon as he lay down, Tornado suddenly turned over: "Next time, don't come back so late, at least send me a message." Her voice held a vulnerability Allen had never heard before.
"Okay," Allen softly agreed, reaching out to gently brush her hair.
Tornado didn't dodge, only mumbled "Idiot" softly, then moved closer to Allen, and the two soon fell asleep.
The next morning, as the sky over A-City was just beginning to lighten, Allen was awakened by an urgent communicator alarm.
"Emergency alert! Emergency alert! Unidentified flying objects detected over A-City! All S-Class Heroes immediately report to Hero Association Headquarters for assembly!"
Tornado shot up from the bed, her green curly hair flaring out from static electricity: "So noisy!"
She grabbed the communicator, about to crush it.
Allen quickly held her hand: "Wait, it seems to be an emergency."
The two quickly got dressed. Tornado used Psychokinesis to carry Allen directly out the window, the cold morning wind rushing at them.
"What a time to pick," Allen murmured.
A hint of impatience flashed in Tornado's green eyes: "Why are there so many meetings, it's such a hassle."
Hero Association Headquarters was already in chaos, Chairman Sitch, sweating profusely, directed the staff: "Quick! Faster! Contact all S-Class Heroes!"
Half an hour later, Hero Association Headquarters conference room.
The Heroes sat in the conference room, looking at each other, waiting for Sitch and the others to arrive.
"I need to get on good terms with my little sweetheart Allen during this plan," Prisoner Sexy-Sexy propped his hands on his chin, occasionally glancing at Allen.
"I'm not afraid of demons or dragons, let's just start the meeting," Metal Bat impatiently hung his arm over the chair.
"Why have you called us here today?" Bang slowly spoke.
"You suddenly called Allen and me, and we've been waiting for two hours. Can you hurry up?" Tornado's green curly hair kept floating.
"Hey, Genos, you and your teacher should come to the A-City Hero Association building quickly, it's urgent," Allen picked up his phone and dialed Genos's number, he had already guessed what was happening.
The reason he called Saitama over was also because the duel between Allen and Boros would definitely last a long time, and the longer it dragged on, the more civilians would be injured or die. It would be better to call Saitama to save as many people as possible.
While making the call, he also used telepathy to remind Muzan and his demons to perform well later.
"Sorry for being late," Sitch, followed by Okamoto and William, entered the conference room, their expressions somewhat grim.
"Metal Knight and Blast's whereabouts are unknown, and we can't contact them. Waiting any longer is not an option, so we are starting an emergency meeting now."
"I, Sitch, will explain the situation to you all in this meeting."
"Without further ado, let's get straight to the point."
"Although there have been some minor frictions between you and the Association before, I believe what you all want to do is still the same. I've invited you here for no other reason than to ask you to protect the Earth," Sitch leaned on the table with both hands, scanning the room.
"This time, even powerful S-Class Heroes may perish in this disaster. Running away is also a form of courage. If you refuse now, we can still reserve your S-Class position."
"However, after hearing what I'm about to say, no one will be allowed to be a deserter. We will keep you here until the matter is resolved, which is also to prevent chaos."
"Ladies and gentlemen, are you prepared?" he asked, raising his voice.
"I hope what you're talking about is worth all this trouble. I left my sister's precious piano recital midway to come here."
"If it's another trivial matter… I'll smash Hero Association Headquarters," Metal Bat propped his right foot on the table. Ever since the last incident, he had been very impatient with the Hero Association.
"Go on," Flashy Flash slowly spoke.
"Hey, you with the hairclip, are you also siding with the higher-ups?"
"The Great Seer, Shibabawa-sama, is dead."
"You mean Shibabawa? Killed by whom?" Zombieman was very shocked by this, as in his impression, Shibabawa's prophecies were very accurate, making her difficult to kill.
"No, this morning, while Shibabawa-sama was divining the future six months from now, she suddenly looked flustered, had difficulty breathing, started coughing, and then choked to death on a throat lozenge," William said with a solemn expression.
"I see, so there will be no more future prophecies, and we must find other ways to formulate disaster countermeasures. Is this the main topic of this meeting?" Superalloy Blackluster raised a finger, a confident smile on his face.
"No, Shibabawa could only predict a very small portion of disasters. The disasters she predicted before were also ones we couldn't anticipate at all."
"The core of the problem lies in Shibabawa-sama's last prophecy," Sitch took out a small piece of paper from his suit pocket.
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