In a dimly lit room, the soft glow of pinkish lights from several screens bathed the face of an alien, its snail-like body glistening under the faint illumination. The creature tapped lazily on the holographic console before him, eyes half-lidded with boredom.
Various screens displayed scenes of destruction: the city in ruins, Melzargard fighting with the heroes, and the towering Hero Association building standing alone.
With a casual flick, the alien adjusted a few more settings on the console before pulling a lever. He paused, staring blankly at the screen that showed the city below, "What was I supposed to do next, again?"
The battleship trembled slightly, and the panel revealed a rapid surge of energy gathering at the ship's center. The bombardment system was fully charged, just one press away from unleashing devastation upon the Earth.
As his finger hovered over the button, he paused, a faint memory bubbling up. "Ah, right. I should probably inform Geryuganshoop-sama..."
Clearing his throat, he activated the communication channel linked to the command center.
"Ahem, Geryuganshoop-sama?" he called out, his tone as indifferent as ever. "Uh, just a heads up—our bombardment system is fully charged and ready. Should I go ahead and fire it, or...?"
"Your subordinate is waiting for your command," Tsuna chuckled as the lazy tone echoed through the command center, "Are you really not going to say anything?"
"Shut up, you ape! He knows what to do," Geryuganshoop snapped, his hollow eyes glaring with growing intensity.
"Alright," Tsuna shrugged, keeping his gaze fixed on the alien.
He could sense Geryuganshoop's energy rising steadily, almost palpable in the air. Even without seismic senses, the sheer pressure of it was undeniable. His eyes narrowed as he shifted his stance, channeling his chi through the massive metal middle finger under his feet.
The structure began to tremble, its form gradually crumbling away, leaving Tsuna face-to-face with the towering alien.
There was no room for hesitation now.
Tsuna focused, carefully channeling more chi throughout the room, his senses sharp and alert to Geryuganshoop's movements.
He knew he needed to be ready for whatever came next.
"Uh, Geryuganshoop-sama? Are you there?" The lazy voice returned, filling the silence with its casual boredom. After a brief pause, the voice continued, "Hmm, maybe he went to the toilet, huh?"
Tsuna's smirk deepened. The ridiculousness of the situation only added to his amusement. But his humor faded as Geryuganshoop's voice cut through the air, now trembling with anger.
"Be honored, human! You've left me with no choice! Behold, my ultimate ability!"
Geryuganshoop's hollow eyes flared with fury as a massive surge of energy burst from his body, filling the command room with a violent, swirling force. Tsuna felt the shift immediately—the aliens surrounding them, once confident, now stared at their leader in disbelief. Even they hadn't expected Geryuganshoop to release such overwhelming power.
Tsuna's expression hardened. Things were about to get serious.
"N-No way... is he really going to use it?"
"Shit, we're done for!"
"We have to get out of here!"
Their panicked voices echoed through the room, desperation clear as they scrambled to flee their seats, trying to escape the command center. But it was already too late.
Tsuna's eyes widened as an overwhelming force pulled him down, the suddenness of it nearly causing him to cough up blood. His body was pinned against the floor by an intense gravitational pressure.
[Gravity Bending Technique: Gravity Reversal!]
With a flick of his finger, he managed to ease some of the strain, but gravity held him tightly in place, flattening him against the cold metal surface.
"Kekeke... You've been begging for a trip to a black hole," Geryuganshoop sneered, his voice dripping with satisfaction.
The alien's laughter echoed through the room, even as his own subordinates were crushed under the immense force, their lives snuffed out in an instant. Floating closer on his hovering platform, Geryuganshoop looked down at Tsuna, whose body was splayed out on the ground, helpless under the weight of the force.
"This is Super Telekinetic Gravitational Force! My unrivaled power allows me to manipulate even the very fabric of gravity itself!" Geryuganshoop's tentacles swirled ominously, his voice resonating with arrogance.
"Ano, can I send it now? Geryuganshoop-sama?"
The bored voice of his subordinate echoed over the speakers again, interrupting the tense moment.
"Shut the fuck up!"
Geryuganshoop snapped, his villainous speech cut short. With a sharp swing of his tentacles, he lashed out at the nearby machinery, shattering part of the communication system.
The screen flickered and died, leaving only static. Seeing this, Geryuganshoop sneered, "What an ungrateful subordinate, daring to interrupt my speech..."
"Hmph! But I must admit, you're tougher than I expected for a measly ape like you."
He turned his focus back to Tsuna, who was still pinned to the floor under the crushing gravitational force. "To still be alive after all this... Impressive! So, as a token of my grace, I shall grant you a painless death by my glorious tentacles!"
Unbeknownst to him, however, the closer Geryuganshoop floated toward Tsuna, the colder Tsuna's expression became. His eyes had already closed, and he was no longer relying on sight—he was using his seismic sense, feeling every movement.
The alien was nearing, completely unaware of the trap that had been set.
"Get closer..." Tsuna silently thought, a dangerous glint in his mind. His calm exterior masked the storm of power he was preparing to unleash. "Closer, and I'll fuck you right in the ass...with your own fucking dildo, you motherfucker..."
Meanwhile, in the throne room, Boros sat calmly on his throne, feeling relaxed. His mind was in its calmest state, thinking about the prophecy that had lingered in his thoughts for so long. He could sense it now—instinctively.
The moment he had been waiting for was about to arrive.
"Geryuganshoop should be done playing by now," he murmured, feeling the sudden surge of energy from the command room spike before slowly fading, settling down as if the battle had reached its conclusion.
BOOM!
A deafening explosion echoed through the chamber.
The entrance gate shattered in an instant, sending dust and debris billowing through the air, obscuring Boros' vision. But he didn't need to see. He could feel it—an overwhelming power radiating from the figure stepping through the wreckage.
The prophecy had spoken of this!
"Now, it's my turn," Boros stood from his throne, a small smile forming on his lips.
The smoke began to clear, revealing a bald head gleaming under the throne room's light. A yellow cape draped over the man's shoulders fluttered slightly as he stepped forward. Boros' eyes narrowed with interest, taking in his guest.
This was the finest warrior on Earth, the one destined to face him.
The warrior's eyes gleamed with a strange, unsettling excitement, his focus entirely on Boros. Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't bother to wipe it away. Boros recognized the look immediately—they were of the same kind.
A fighter who lived for battle, who thrived on the edge of destruction!
"Wonderful!"
Boros exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine excitement. This was the opponent he had been waiting for—the one who would finally push him to his limits.