Chapter 65: The Meteor Vanishes

In the skies above the neighboring city's outskirts, a plane sped toward Saitama's city center, heading straight for the falling meteor.

Inside the cabin,

Tornado — a petite girl with a loli figure wrapped in a black cloak — grumbled in frustration.

"Turning around halfway again? Can't they organize missions properly before takeoff?"

"A single meteor and they want me to handle it?"

"The Association is getting more ridiculous by the day!"

Annoyed, she looked out the window.

In the distance, above the city, a meteor blazed as it plummeted from the sky.

"Hey hey, that thing's about to crash. Are we even gonna make it in time?"

She floated over to the pilot's seat, pointing at the massive meteor still at least a hundred kilometers away.

Faced with the overwhelming pressure of S-Class Rank 2 hero Tornado, the pilot was drenched in sweat. He managed only a bitter smile.

"Lady Tornado… this is already our max speed..."

It was a last-minute course change. They weren't flying a fighter jet.

Seeing the pilot's grimace, Tornado pouted.

"Useless... Whatever, open the hatch. I'll go myself."

She spoke flatly.

The pilot froze.

There were still over a hundred kilometers left.

Was Tornado's psychic range really that far?

"What are you spacing out for? The meteor's gonna drop if you don't hurry!"

Snapped back to reality by Tornado's impatient scolding, the pilot was about to act—when suddenly, a beam of light erupted ahead.

The meteor, which should've been descending rapidly, was being pushed back at an impossible speed.

All the way to the upper atmosphere.

Level with their plane's altitude.

The next moment—a blinding white light exploded.

The pilot saw nothing but a blinding blank.

A shockwave burst outward in a ring from the explosion, reaching the aircraft in an instant, despite the hundred-kilometer gap.

The pilot, unable to see anything, felt the control stick jerk out of his hands.

There wasn't even time for the plane to tremble—it was torn apart in an instant!

The pilot passed out immediately.

But a green glow caught him midair.

A circular barrier rippled around his body, absorbing the energy blast.

"What the hell was that?"

Tornado hovered in the sky, holding the pilot with her telekinesis and shielding him with a barrier.

But—the strength of that energy blast exceeded her expectations.

The pale green shield trembled violently, nearly shattering.

"Hold it!"

She shouted, small hands clenching into fists, a vein pulsing on her forehead.

Vast psychic energy poured into the shield, stabilizing it instantly.

Moments later, the atmosphere calmed.

The pilot, knocked out by his brain's defense mechanism, slowly regained consciousness.

He opened his eyes—still just blinding white.

His vision hadn't recovered yet.

But he could tell… he was floating midair.

"Am I… a ghost now?"

"What are you saying? Did that energy blast fry your brain?"

Hearing Tornado's sharp voice, the pilot sighed in relief.

Then, in disbelief, he muttered:

"That was terrifying… Even from a hundred kilometers away, the plane was torn apart in an instant..."

"If it weren't for you, Lady Tornado, I'd be scrap too. Thank you!"

Tornado huffed and turned her head, but her eyes were glued to the sight before her.

The meteor—gone!

Completely obliterated by that energy explosion.

Even the resulting shockwave had forced her to go full defense.

"Which hero did that...?"

Tornado's nose twitched, surprise and curiosity filling her heart.

Compared to the terrifying blast above, the people on the ground only suffered mild effects.

The weaker ones were dizzy and seeing stars.

Those with better constitutions only lost their vision momentarily.

As for Bang, Genos, and Metal Knight—they weren't affected at all.

Yet the real shock came from watching a meteor they couldn't stop detonated in midair like a firework.

Even Bang was speechless, staring at the now cloudless sky.

Not a single fragment remained.

Not even fingernail-sized debris.

"Incredible…"

Bang finally muttered, looking at Kuzeha descending calmly from the air.

In the past, seeing young talents with great potential, Bang would sigh, "Guess I'm getting old."

But facing Kuzeha—he couldn't even say that.

A mere wave of his hand had completely annihilated a meteor.

And clearly, that wasn't even the boy's full power.

Forget old age—even at his prime, he couldn't match this youth.

As the saying goes, the waves behind push the ones before.

But for Kuzeha, they weren't even worthy of being called waves.

Meanwhile, Genos finally closed his gaping mouth.

He had to admit—he'd been shallow.

He had severely underestimated him.

Charging up?

That casual strike just now had more power than the Abyss incident.

Genos turned toward Kuzeha, eyes shining with awe.

Like a lost camel finding a lush oasis.

He walked over, bowed deeply, and said with conviction:

"Master! Please take me as your disciple! I want to become stronger!"

He looked up, eyes filled with sincerity and longing.

"..."

"I don't take disciples."

Kuzeha took a step back.

"Especially male ones…"

He added silently in his heart: If he said it out loud, Genos might switch genders to become his student.

That guy's obsession with power was no joke.

"Besides, my power isn't something you can learn."

Genos opened his mouth to argue—but meeting Kuzeha's firm gaze, he finally lowered his head in disappointment.

"Can I at least know your name?"

He exhaled deeply, still full of respect.

"Kuzeha Yuu."

Upon hearing the name, Genos bowed once more.

Across the rooftop, Metal Knight's robot locked onto Kuzeha tightly.

In his lab, Dr. Bofoi's pupils were filled with dread as he stared at the boy on screen.

He had monitored the whole incident.

That kind of energy—enough to destroy multiple cities—was released casually!

Without a doubt, this boy was on par with Tornado—or even stronger.

"The Abyss… so it was a restrained attack back then..."

Bofoi's analytical mind itched to dissect him.

He wanted to know—what was Kuzeha's body made of?

"I still don't know this guy's alignment. Gotta be extra cautious around him..."

The sharp ringing in Iino Miko's ears finally faded.

As her eyes cleared, she clutched the railing.

Gradually, her vision stabilized.

"The meteor… is gone!"

Looking up at the sky, her stunned face froze.

The image of Kuzeha floating in the air with a sacred halo was seared into her mind.

She turned to him—and in that moment, her heart raced wildly.

She was alive…

She had survived the meteor… thanks to him.

Emotions welled up.

"Big brother…"

She heard a girl's soft cry.

Then she saw Yuki leap into Kuzeha's arms.

"So he really is Suou-san's brother…"

Iino Miko thought, her heart pounding louder as she stared at his face.

Beside her, even the usually emotionless "Iceberg President" Shinomiya Kaguya was gazing at Kuzeha with a never-before-seen glint in her red eyes.

"Big bro, you're amazing!"

Yuki clung to his arm, praising him excitedly.

She had long known from Nao that Kuzeha had created the Abyss.

But she had never witnessed it herself—only seen pictures online.

Now, seeing it in person, she finally understood the true scale of her brother's power.

"Honestly, even a hundred billion per attack is cheap!"

She pouted slightly.

At that moment, Momobami Kirari stepped forward.

"Suou-san, I admit defeat."

Though she was speaking to Yuki, her eyes involuntarily drifted toward Kuzeha.

She had never expected such strength from someone so young—power far beyond S-Class heroes.

Even after a long silence, she couldn't suppress her shock.

It had been years since she lost a gamble.

Now, this boy had added a mark to her record.

And she was thrilled by it.

Gambles she couldn't lose had grown dull.

She always yearned for the unknown—true risk.

Just like this boy.

"Two hundred billion yen. Please accept it."

Kirari handed Kuzeha a black-gold card.

"Two hundred billion?"

Yuki blinked in surprise.

Kirari's lips curved into a charming smile.

"Mr. Kuzeha saved my life. The extra hundred billion is a token of gratitude. Please accept it."

Yuki was a little shocked.

This gesture was a far cry from the cold-hearted gambler she had seen earlier.

But thinking again—this was the woman who, at such a young age, became head of the Hundred Devouring Families.

In status, appearance, and capability—she wasn't someone ordinary heiresses could compare to.

Yuki eyed her, slipping into "main wife" mode.

With that background and figure, Kirari wouldn't make a bad concubine...

Kuzeha accepted the card without hesitation.

The moment their fingers touched—a familiar chime rang in his mind.

[Trait unlocked...]

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