"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
"B Class Rank 27 Hero, Sol Mirek, come out immediately!"
"B Class Rank 1 Hero, Hellish Blizzard, has something to say to you!"
Sol had just finished his morning run. After a quick shower, he stood in his apartment, casually drying his hair when the urgent pounding and shouting echoed from outside his door. He frowned but did not move to open it. He was not about to answer the door half dressed.
Next door, heard the commotion and stepped out, peeking toward Sol's apartment. A woman and two men dressed in flashy outfits stood in front of the door, looking far too dramatic for early morning visitors.
Saitama's expression turned mildly serious. "You've got the wrong place. Sol doesn't subscribe to newspapers."
As a decent neighbor, he felt obligated to help Sol deal with aggressive salespeople.
The three visitors paused.
"We're not salesmen," Matsuge snapped. "We're Heroes."
"We're here to invite Sol to join the Blizzard Group."
Saitama blinked. "Huh? Blizzard Group? Is that some kind of delivery service?"
Matsuge's face twisted in frustration. "Baldy, show some respect to Hellish Blizzard!"
He raised his eyelash curler threateningly, but before things escalated, Sol finished dressing and opened his door.
"Saitama, what's going on? Another insurance pitch?"
Saitama scratched his head. "Not insurance. Maybe food delivery?"
"We're not selling anything!" Matsuge shouted, veins bulging. "We're Heroes!"
Sol finally focused on the three standing before him.
In the center was a short haired beauty in a dark green dress. Her posture was confident, her figure elegant but not exaggerated, her sharp green eyes studying him like he was a purchase under consideration. On either side of her stood a tall, thin man clutching an eyelash curler and a burly man with a pronounced chin.
Sol recognized her instantly.
, known as Hellish Blizzard. Leader of the Blizzard Group.
So she came personally.
Interesting.
"May I ask who you are?" Sol said politely, though his mind was already calculating.
Fubuki stepped forward, folding her arms beneath her chest, chin slightly raised. "I am B Class Rank 1, Hellish Blizzard. I assume you've heard of me."
Sol smiled and extended his hand. "Of course. I've heard quite a bit."
Saitama muttered beside him, "So not delivery after all."
Fubuki glanced at Sol's hand, hesitated briefly, then shook it. "You're far more polite than your neighbor."
The moment their hands touched, Sol activated his ability.
A translucent interface appeared before his eyes.
Please select the ability to evolve: Psychokinesis, Melee Techniques, Tactical Awareness, Leadership Skills.
Without hesitation, he chose Psychokinesis.
Ability: Psychokinesis.
Evolution Condition: Defeat Hellish Blizzard.
After evolution, the host can compress air, create invisible barriers, manipulate objects, and more. Extended use consumes stamina. Power output depends on both the original owner's mental strength and the host's mental strength.
Sol withdrew his hand casually.
So defeating her was required. That meant core abilities demanded victory, not proximity. Acquiring something like Saitama's limiter removal would not be simple.
"Soul searching already?" Saitama's voice cut in. "You spaced out."
"Just admiring the view," Sol replied lightly, turning back to Fubuki.
Her brow twitched faintly.
"So," Sol continued, slipping into the same deadpan tone Saitama used far too often, "what do you want?"
Before the handshake he had shown proper courtesy. Now his attitude shifted effortlessly, relaxed and indifferent.
Fubuki studied him carefully before lifting her chin again. "I've come to invite you to join the Blizzard Group. As a rookie, you should consider it an honor."
"Are there benefits?" Sol asked flatly.
She blinked, momentarily thrown off.
"By joining us, you gain access to shared intelligence, equipment support, coordinated missions, and protection within B Class."
"Is there a salary? Bonuses? Decent pay?"
Her composure wavered. "There are internal subsidies."
"No deal."
Sol stepped back and began closing the door.
Fubuki's expression hardened instantly.
"Do you understand what you're refusing?"
Sol shrugged. "I prefer working solo."
Anger flickered in her eyes.
Matsuge jumped forward. "An ungrateful rookie! Hellish Blizzard personally invites you and you reject her?"
Yamazaru cracked his knuckles. "Think you can just walk away?"
Saitama yawned. "Sol, don't close the door yet. We still need groceries."
"Right," Sol said, turning casually.
"Stop."
Fubuki's voice cut through the air.
Her hair lifted slightly as a faint green aura shimmered around her. The atmosphere tightened.
"You think declining me has no consequences?"
Sol faced her again. "So we're doing this?"
"If you won't join willingly," she said coldly, "I'll show you why refusing me is a mistake."
Psychokinetic energy burst outward. The air warped. Wind howled down the corridor, slamming into Sol.
His clothes whipped violently, but his feet remained planted.
"That it?" Sol tilted his head, almost bored.
Fubuki's pupils narrowed.
She had intended only to intimidate him. Now she increased her output. The pressure intensified. Objects trembled, small debris lifting from the ground.
Sol's expression changed, not from fear for himself, but from concern for his apartment behind him.
Seeing the flicker in his eyes, Fubuki smiled faintly. "Finally feeling it?"
The wind intensified further. Loose items rose higher, swirling as if a small tornado were forming.
Before the vortex could fully take shape, Sol moved.
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