Sweat gradually soaked the tips of Sol's hair, trickling down the defined muscles of his back.
He was completely immersed in his own world. His five brains and seven hearts allowed him to control every minute change within his body with absolute precision, while his ultra-dynamic vision tracked even the faintest movements of dust drifting through the air. Even so, he intentionally shut out every distraction around him.
Tatsumaki floated nearby, arms folded as she casually watched his sudden burst of motivation.
As time passed, however, she began noticing the subtle changes in his breathing. His training vest gradually darkened with sweat, clinging to his body as he relied on nothing but raw physical strength to move weights that would terrify ordinary heroes.
It was completely different from the overwhelming psychic power she was accustomed to witnessing. There was something strangely captivating about this simple, primal display of strength.
She found herself quietly surprised.
Seeing Sol drenched in sweat and training with such unwavering focus was rare. The masculine presence he normally kept carefully restrained now radiated naturally, making her heart skip a beat for reasons she couldn't quite understand.
Without saying anything, she floated toward the rest area, picked up a clean towel and a bottle of ice water, then returned.
Sol had just finished another set of punches. His breathing was steady but heavier than usual, and the intense workout made the muscles in his arms stand out even more clearly.
"Here."
Tatsumaki's voice was quieter than usual as she handed him the towel and water, deliberately avoiding eye contact.
"You're soaked. Don't drip sweat everywhere."
"Thanks."
Sol accepted both, wiped the sweat from his face and neck, then emptied the bottle of ice water in one long drink. Warmth continued radiating from his body after the intense exercise.
Tatsumaki gave a small huff, but her eyes drifted toward his broad chest and toned arms, still rising and falling with each breath. Her ears gradually warmed.
She reached out and took back the towel.
"Bend down."
Sol obediently leaned forward.
Floating slightly higher, Tatsumaki awkwardly but carefully dried his damp hair before wiping the back of his neck.
At the same time, her telekinesis silently drew away the remaining sweat on his back, preventing it from running down any farther.
"When was the last time you trained like this?" she muttered, her fingertips occasionally brushing against his warm skin through the towel.
"A long time ago."
Sol closed his eyes and simply let her continue.
"Sometimes I need something that reminds me what's real."
Without warning, Tatsumaki shoved the bottle of water back into his hand.
"Drink more."
Sol blinked and looked at her with his dark red eyes.
Feeling increasingly self-conscious under his gaze, Tatsumaki quickly turned her head away as the tips of her ears turned crimson.
"Hydration is important."
The quiet moment didn't last long.
The entrance to the training hall suddenly burst open.
Metal Bat's loud voice echoed through the room.
"Hey! The training hall's open! Come try it... huh?"
His words abruptly stopped.
A large group entered together.
Gojo Satoru, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Nobara Kugisaki, who had all finished their own training, were followed by Metal Bat, Tanktop Master, Bang, Zombieman, Child Emperor, Genos, and even Saitama, who had wandered over out of curiosity.
Every single person froze.
Their eyes were fixed on the center of the training hall.
What they saw completely shattered their expectations.
Sol, the overwhelmingly powerful man who usually seemed almost inhuman, stood shirtless and covered in sweat after an intense workout.
And Tatsumaki, the hot-tempered, notoriously prickly S-Class Rank 2 hero, was gently wiping the sweat from his hair... and handing him water.
The sheer amount of information was enough to leave everyone speechless.
Gojo covered his mouth, his shoulders shaking violently as he struggled to hold back his laughter.
Yuji's jaw dropped.
"So, Sol... you sweat this much too?"
Nobara slapped a hand against her forehead.
"Idiot, Itadori! That's what you're focusing on?"
Megumi quietly looked away, the tips of his ears turning slightly red.
Metal Bat let out a low whistle.
Tanktop Master nudged him with an amused grin.
Bang stroked his beard, relief and satisfaction briefly appearing in his eyes.
Genos had already activated his recording functions.
"New data collected regarding the interaction patterns between Sol-senpai and Miss Tatsumaki."
Saitama scratched his bald head as realization dawned on him.
"So that's why you weren't around earlier."
He looked at Sol.
"You were doing special training here. Want to grab some oden later? That new shop has really good broth."
Tatsumaki's face immediately turned bright red.
The psychic energy surrounding her rippled violently.
She slapped the towel against Sol's chest.
"Wipe yourself."
Floating half a meter higher, she crossed her arms and glared fiercely at everyone standing in the doorway.
"What are you all staring at? Don't you have training to do?"
For a brief moment, the training hall fell into an awkward silence.
Only Yuji's eyes continued shining with curiosity.
Completely oblivious to everyone else's reactions, he hurried over to Sol.
"Sol! Your simulation body is ridiculously strong! How do you deal with that force-deflection technique? And can you teach me the training routine you were just doing?"
He pointed excitedly at the sweat still covering Sol's body.
Before Sol could answer, Tatsumaki floated between them, glaring at Yuji with narrowed emerald eyes.
"Hey, pink-haired kid. Can't you see he's taking a break? If you've got questions, wait your turn."
At the same time, she used her telekinesis to lift Sol's discarded shirt and toss it into his arms.
"Put it on. You'll catch a cold."
Sol caught the shirt but made no move to wear it immediately.
Looking at Yuji, he spoke calmly.
"There are no absolute weaknesses. Technical flaws only exist temporarily. Overcoming them depends on instincts developed through real combat."
After a brief pause, he continued.
"Your cursed energy bursts are powerful enough, but your control is still too rough. Learn from Superalloy Darkshine. Focus all your power into a single point instead of scattering the impact."
"Yes, sir! Thank you for the advice!"
Yuji answered enthusiastically without the slightest hesitation.
Then he immediately turned and sprinted away.
"Superalloy Darkshine-senpai! Let's train again!"
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