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Ron looked away, turned around, leaned against the railing, and looked up at the sky.
The night sky seemed so close, almost within reach.
The warm evening breeze ruffled his silver hair, and Ron couldn't help but squint his eyes, a smile appearing on his face.
"It feels so nice to have the wind blowing..."
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The uninhabited area of Z city.
Inside an apartment building with lights on.
Saitama and Genos were sitting opposite each other, eating their meal.
"So, it was Saitama who defeated that purple guy?"
"That's it."
"Okay, great!"
Genos exclaimed with admiration, "To be able to defeat such a powerful opponent, no wonder he's Saitama-sensei! He truly is the strongest!!"
"You're exaggerating."
Saitama scratched his cheek: "It had already fought Ron-kun by then, so it was probably exhausted."
………………
A villa in Z city.
"...That's roughly how it is, Fubuki. That guy you mentioned named Ron is very dangerous. You'd better keep your distance from him in the future."
Tornado, dressed in a long black robe, sat on the sofa with her arms crossed, looking at Fubuki earnestly.
Fubuki, who had just heard Tatsumaki recount what had happened that day, was completely stunned.
Ron fought the mastermind behind the attack on City A, was defeated, and took his sister to another dimension. Then his body exploded, reformed, and became a silver-haired boy?!
What's going on with what?!
Tatsumaki, who said she was thirsty, picked up a cup from the coffee table and took a sip of tea.
Fubuki snapped out of her daze and looked at her with a face full of doubt, asking, "Sister, is what you're saying really true?"
The tornado choked on the water.
"Cough cough."
She turned to look at Fubuki, her face full of anger: "What did you say? Do you think I'm lying to you?"
"Because what my sister said was so strange, it's hard to believe."
"Clam?!"
Tornado's delicate eyebrows shot up, and she stood up, raising her voice. She put her hands on her hips, looked up at Fubuki, who was much taller than her, and said, "What's strange about what I said?"
"It's all so strange, isn't it? How could a body explode? That's impossible, isn't it?"
Fubuki was not to be outdone.
The two sisters looked at each other for a few seconds.
Tornado looked at Fubuki with narrowed eyes and said:
"Okay, I understand. Since you don't believe me, I'll present you with evidence that will force you to believe me."
After saying that, she held out her hand to Fubuki: "Give it to me."
Fubuki looked puzzled: "What?"
Tornado said impatiently, "You have his phone, right? You have his contact information, I'll call him over so you can see him in person."
35. Ron: Want to know my secret?
Inside the Fubuki family's villa.
Fubuki stared blankly at the silver-haired boy who appeared in front of her.
"You, you're Ron? You're kidding me..."
"Isn't it the same?"
Ron pointed to his silver hair and pupils and said, "Aside from the change in hair color and eyes, there shouldn't be much change, right?"
"The change is huge!! It's like a completely different person!!"
Fubuki couldn't help but roar in her heart.
"Hum hum"
Tornado stood to the side with her arms crossed, looking smugly at Fubuki, who had a stunned expression on her face: "Sister, wasn't I right?"
Fubuki snapped out of her daze upon hearing her words.
She took a step back, looking at the handsome silver-haired boy in front of her, her eyes filled with a hint of defensiveness and wariness: "No, although you do resemble Ron somewhat, I still can't believe you are Ron-kun. Maybe you and my sister are here to deceive me..."
Tornado's expression froze.
"Huh?! Why would I find someone to help me scam you? It makes absolutely no sense."
"Is this..."
Fubuki didn't know how to refute it for a moment.
She glanced at the silver-haired boy in front of her, who was about the same height as her, and couldn't reconcile the image of the black-clad youth who was more than a head taller than her even when he was wearing high heels.
Although the two do look very similar, their ages, figures, and temperaments are completely different.
"I see."
Tornado and Fubuki both looked at Ron.
Ron leaned back on the sofa, holding a teacup, leisurely sipping his tea.
"Since you don't believe I'm Ron himself, does that mean I don't have to pay back the 230,000 I owed you?"
Fubuki was taken aback by his words, then her eyes widened as she stared at him in disbelief.
"Could it be that you really are..."
Ron looked up at Tornado beside her.
"You called me over just for this?"
"That's right, she doesn't believe what I'm saying is true, so she had to call you over to ask you in person, right?"
Tornado said with an air of self-righteousness.
"I see, that's a real shame."
As Ron spoke, he stood up and walked to Tornado. "I thought you called me here for something else."
Tornado looked puzzled: "Other things? What things?"
Ron bent down, looked into her eyes, and smiled. "For example, let's discuss the origin of life... or something like that."
Tornado paused for a moment after hearing Ron's words.
Fubuki stared blankly at the two people in front of her.
Huh?!
Discussion...of the origin of life...
Huh?!
Has that older sister already climbed the ladder to adulthood?!
is that a lie? !
what's going on? !
"The origin of life..."
As Tornado gazed at Ron's approaching face and his alluring heterochromatic eyes fixed on her, she suddenly realized the meaning behind his words. A scene flashed through her mind, and Tornado's delicate face instantly turned bright red.
"Idiot, idiot, you moron! What did you just say all of a sudden?!"
Ron leaned closer to her and chuckled, "Your face is all red, and you're still saying that. You really are a tsundere, aren't you?"
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Tornado, her face flushed red, was both embarrassed and furious.
"Go to hell!!"
Her green curly hair and black long dress moved without wind, releasing her superpowers.
A powerful repulsive force erupted from her body, pushing towards Ron and trying to push him away from her.
Just as the repulsive force was about to reach him, Ron's lips curled into a slight smile, and he spoke:
"Stop."
With those words he uttered.