"Dying Will Flame?"
Loki noticed there was no confusion on Tsunayoshi's face—only astonishment.
"So you do know this 'Dying Will Flame.'"
"Yeah. I do."
Shaking off his surprise, Tsuna began to explain.
"The Dying Will Flame is a vibration produced within the body. Certain traits can trigger that vibration and manifest it as a fire-like power."
"I mentioned before—my dad is a key figure in a foreign mafia. The Dying Will Flame is a power passed down in that organization."
"No wonder you said your father would always keep an eye on you."
With that sort of background, it was no wonder Tsuna sensed something off when there were no search traces around the tent.
"A special identity like that would never lack protection," Loki thought. "So Tsuna's status in that other world isn't ordinary either? Not surprising."
From the start, Loki had known he was unusual. Would an ordinary person know the future trend of this world? By her guess, Tsuna had contacted people from other dimensions before and seen the courses of worlds—only he framed that knowledge as if it were just stories on a page.
"You're not unfamiliar with the Dying Will Flame. So… you've seen the 'story' of the world you're from?"
"Yes. I've seen it."
His firm answer settled her thoughts. He'd likely been pulled into that world from another by chance—and then, for some reason, he opened a door and fell here.
"So, fate chose me this time," Loki exulted inwardly. "Shorty, I won't be the supporting actress in your story anymore."
"Then show me how you use it," she said aloud. "Let me see that power."
"Okay."
Truth be told, Tsuna had never actually wielded the Dying Will Flame before. Instinctively, he tried to operate it the way he did "Beast Creation."
He opened his hand. A cluster of orange-yellow flame kindled above his palm.
Then a crimson flame. A cerulean one. Violet. Gold. A green, lightning-like blaze. Lastly, indigo.
The seven attributes of the Sky floated in a ring over his hand.
"Seven?" Tsuna blinked, puzzled.
"Is there a problem?" Loki asked.
"Mm… Normally I should only be adept with one—the orange flame. It shouldn't be all seven."
He knew some people could handle multiple types, but as the one aligned with the Sky, why would he control all seven?
"Try them," Loki said. "If you can wield many types, that's a good thing."
"Right. Loki-sama, may I use your desk?"
"Go ahead."
She stepped back, eager to see what seven different flames could do.
Tsuna closed his fingers, walked to the desk, and lightly tapped the surface with a fingertip.
Almost instantly, from the point of contact the wood raced outward into stone, petrifying in a single heartbeat.
No—an instant.
"So this one petrifies?" Loki narrowed her eyes. "No… the essence isn't literal petrification. It coordinates matter, scrambles its structure, and converts it into another substance altogether."
"An extremely domineering application."
The power was almost like Balor: once marked, death was certain. Unless you cut away the affected part before the structure was completely disrupted, the stone-turning would make recovery impossible.
A crimson flame coiled around Tsuna's finger. He tapped the stony desktop again.
The stone desk crumbled at once, collapsing into a cloud of powder that spilled toward the floor.
As it fell, a veil of cerulean washed over it; the powder's descent slowed, as if time had been turned down to one-tenth speed…
Indigo wrapped the drifting dust, drawing grains together until they reassembled into the shape of a desk.
Violet rippled across the surface; gold followed as support; then the green, lightning-like flame sank in as a base. The powder finished its change—now a desk once more.
Loki, who had watched the entire process wide-eyed, hurried over and rapped her knuckles on it. The muffled, crisp sound matched what wood should be.
She tried to lift it. The excessive weight told her this was not the same desk.
"Heavier," she noted.
"More accurately, the desk's intrinsic substance was altered—rebuilt from another material," Tsuna said.
Loki's face shone with excitement. From one demonstration, she had seen—and deduced—a great deal.
"The orange flame altered the material's structure and promoted petrification—so to speak," she said. "The crimson flame decomposed the stone into powder."
"While the powder fell, the cerulean flame reduced its falling speed. The indigo flame pulled the grains back together into a surface."
"I couldn't read the violet and gold. Hardening the surface at the end looked like the green, lightning-type flame."
"Am I right?"
"Yes. That's very accurate, Loki-sama."
Tsuna was impressed. Aside from the roles of Cloud and Sun, she had basically parsed the others in one go.
"Violet increases quantity; gold activates," he added. "I increased the powder first with violet, then accelerated it with gold. I also overlaid 'calming' to keep the excess from drifting outside the constructed bounds."
"The green lightning hardened the reconstructed area, turning the powder into a denser, tougher substance."
"By accelerating proliferation and compaction, the density jumped—hence the desk feels much heavier than before."
(End of Chapter)
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