"Are you both okay?"
Tsuna asked, his gaze shifting between the two heroes, both of whom he barely recalled from the series.
His eyes then landed on the defeated monster sprawled on the ground as he silently thought, "Whatever, let's cut this up first..."
With a casual wave of his hand, the oversized chopsticks floated into the air.
A subtle flick of his wrist transformed them, causing them to tremble and vibrate as they slowly shrank in size before merging until they became an unusually long filleting knife, which landed in his hand with a soft pop.
"Are you..."
Puri-Puri Prisoner watched in awe, the sight reminding him of a certain green-haired S-Class hero known for telekinesis. His curiosity piqued, he asked, "...a telekinesis user?"
"Telekinesis? No, not even close. Why would you think that?"
Tsuna shook his head, dismissing the assumption with a wave of his hand.
Without paying much attention to the two heroes—who, in his eyes, weren't in any immediate danger—he began to move with precision.
His hands expertly worked the large octopus, slicing through its thick flesh with ease. The juicy meat was quickly gathered and placed into a large plastic bag he had on hand, typically used for trash stored in his uniform.
"Huh? You're not?"
Puri-Puri Prisoner watched Tsuna with growing intrigue.
The ease with which Tsuna manipulated his power suggested a level of mastery that made Puri-Puri Prisoner frown in thought.
How could someone this skilled, and this handsome, be so unknown among the heroes?
His cheeks flushed as he gently cooed, "Handsome boy, could you help me up?"
"Huh?"
Tsuna suddenly felt a cold shiver run down his spine.
Slowly, he turned to see the hulking figure of Puri-Puri Prisoner, muscles gleaming under the rain, his bulky bodybuilder physique contrasting sharply with the bizarrely shy expression on his face—a look more suited to a bashful high school girl.
Tsuna's expression darkened in disbelief as he took in the sight, his voice dripping with exasperation, "Why are you even naked?"
"T-That's..."
Puri-Puri Prisoner stammered, his face flushing deeper as he awkwardly glanced away, unable to maintain eye contact.
"...no—"
But before he could finish his sentence, the ground beneath them suddenly trembled.
"Huh?"
Puri-Puri Prisoner's eyes widened in shock, and before he could react, the earth seemed to propel him forward with a force that sent him hurtling through the air.
BOOM!
He crashed into a nearby building, smashing through the walls with a deafening impact. The sound of shattering windows and crumbling debris filled the air, followed by a pained groan echoing from the wreckage.
"...!?"
Lightning Max, who had been watching the strange interaction with growing discomfort, could only stare in stunned silence. His body stiffened as he robotically turned to face Tsuna, whose expression remained ominously dark.
Max gulped, the shock evident in his voice as he stammered, "W-why did you do that?"
"Don't worry about it, I'm not being homophobic..."
Tsuna said slowly and calmly while still actively waving his hand.
Max turned his gaze toward the building where Puri-Puri Prisoner had crashed.
The sight was almost surreal—a continuous barrage of earth boulders pummeling the spot where the S-Class hero had landed with a bam, accompanied by the echoing grunts of pain, "Urgh... urgh..."
Max wasn't convinced at all!
"...I'm just putting him in a safe place," Tsuna continued, his voice laced with a strange sort of logic. "He looked strong, so he wouldn't die, right? I just want to cover him up so monsters won't find him."
Max nearly rolled his eyes, thinking, "He might be safe from monsters, but probably not from God..."
Despite the absurdity of the situation, there was a bizarre reasoning in Tsuna's words. As the grunts from Puri-Puri Prisoner continued to echo, Max sighed deeply and muttered, "Yeah, he fought the Deep Sea King and survived, so he probably won't die..."
"Hmm? Deep Sea King?"
Tsuna blinked, his eyes narrowing as he finally pieced together what timeline he had landed in. Glancing at the massive octopus sprawled on the ground, "Hmm... talking about safe places, let me take you somewhere safe..."
"Uh?"
Max's face drained of all color.
Staring at Tsuna in growing horror, he tried to move despite the pain coursing through his body, his voice trembling, "N-no, please..."
"Keke, don't worry, I'll be gentle this time..."
Tsuna chuckled, a sound that only deepened Max's terror.
"...!"
His eyes rolled back into his head, and he passed out cold from sheer fright.
Tsuna scratched his head, a bit puzzled. "Eh, he actually passed out? I was being honest this time, though..."
Still, thinking it would be more convenient to move Max around now, Tsuna shrugged.
With a swift motion, he placed the unconscious hero inside a nearby building, just beside a large mound within the gaping hole in the wall.
"...."
From within, the grunts of pain from Puri-Puri Prisoner had nearly faded to silence as Tsuna utterly didn't care and turned.
As Tsuna stepped out of the building, a loud, resounding noise echoed through the air, followed by a strong gust of wind that tousled his hair. He sharply turned towards the center of the city, his eyes narrowing as he muttered, "The Deep Sea King should be fighting over there..."
Closing his eyes, Tsuna channeled his energy down into the earth.
In his mind, a black-and-white landscape of the city unfolded, revealing a detailed map of the area.
The city was larger than Tokyo, but with his current mastery of Earth Bending, Tsuna easily focused on the central part of the city.
Two figures emerged within Tsuna's mental map: one towering over the other, seemingly locked in a fierce battle.
The larger figure moved slowly, almost lumbering compared to the smaller one, whose limbs were strangely morphing, emitting beams of energy like makeshift weapons.
However, despite the relentless attacks, it was clear that the towering figure barely felt any damage. The smaller fighter was at a significant disadvantage, struggling in terms of both durability and strength.
Then, Tsuna noticed something else.
"A shelter, huh?" he murmured, recognition dawning on him. "Now, I remember this scene..."
Opening his eyes, Tsuna saw countless figures huddled behind the two fighting opponents, sheltered within a massive dome built for emergencies like this.
His gaze shifted to the large mound he had created earlier, and he muttered, "So, that disgusting—uh, I mean, that hero must be that gay S-rank guy from the series."
"But whatever, these two should be safe here..."
With a decisive motion, Tsuna slammed his foot down, causing a boulder the size of a skateboard to hover in front of him.
He hopped onto the boulder with a smirk, "Now, time to meet our bald hero again..."
Tsuna figured he'd need a place to stay, especially since he planned on lingering in this world a bit longer—at least until he could get the ingredients. With Saitama being the only person he knew here, he had little choice but to rely on him for now, until he could familiarize himself with this strange new world.
"It'd be a hassle if he hasn't arrived at the scene yet, though..."
The Deep Sea King was formidable, with strength that ranked him among the higher echelons of S-class heroes. Tsuna was certain that in a direct fight, he'd be in dead with one hit.
Yet, knowing this fact, He felt confident he could take it down. His smirk deepened, a glint of excitement in his eyes, "This should be fun..."