From the top of the thousand-meter-tall Babel Tower, Tsuna, Tiona Hiryute, and Tione Hiryute dove straight down in a vertical freefall.
"Light your Flames," Tsuna's calm voice rang clearly in the sisters' ears.
They raised their right hands, and twin rings blazed to life—one igniting with the crimson Storm Flame, the other with the golden Sun Flame.
"Now, try controlling your Flames' output. Adjust your position midair," Tsuna instructed.
He angled toward the tower's wall, closing the distance fast.
Control our fall using the Flames' propulsion? Tione thought, startled. She'd assumed the Dying Will Flame was only for attacking or strengthening herself—she hadn't imagined it could be used like this.
A sudden surge of heat made her glance sideways.
Tiona's rings were spewing out an incredible amount of golden fire. Using the Sun Flame as thrust, she shifted midair and pressed both feet against the tower's vertical wall, bracing herself like it was solid ground.
Balancing there, she began to descend smoothly, controlling her movement with bursts of flame as if she were walking down the tower's sheer face.
"I did it!" Tiona shouted, eyes sparkling with excitement.
Tch… show-off, Tione grit her teeth. Her pride as the older twin refused to let her lag behind.
She inhaled deeply and focused on channeling her Flames. Crimson fire erupted from her rings in powerful jets, pushing her body toward the wall just like Tiona.
The moment her foot hit the surface—
BOOM!
Unlike Tiona, her kick was way too strong. The Storm Flame's raw destructive power blasted a crater into the tower wall, nearly throwing her off balance.
Her body lurched, falling backward—until someone caught her.
"Tione."
She froze. Tsuna was right in front of her, his hand steady on her shoulder. For a heartbeat, she forgot how to breathe.
"Keep your balance," Tsuna said evenly. "You're pouring too much of the Storm Flame into yourself. Its Disintegration property amplifies destructive force, even when you don't intend to. Until you master control, rely more on the Sun Flame to stabilize your body."
Tione swallowed hard and nodded. The crimson glow on her rings shifted to gold, the Sun Flame's gentler energy wrapping around her. Slowly, her movements steadied.
Tsuna released her with a small nod. "Good. Now maintain it yourself."
Her frustration faded, replaced by focus. She redirected the ring's propulsion, correcting her fall. This time, when she pressed her foot to the wall, it held perfectly—no cracks, no impact crater.
"Nice work, Tione," Tsuna called.
Hearing his praise, Tione's heart gave a small flutter she tried to ignore.
"Next, reinforce your legs with the Flames," he continued. "Use them as thrusters to slow your descent. Don't overdo it—you'll want to land intact."
They were still hundreds of meters from the ground. The twins locked eyes, nodded, and shifted their control—flames flaring beneath their feet to cushion the fall.
As they neared the ground, both kicked off the tower's wall one final time, tilting their descent and firing bursts of flame to slow themselves.
BOOM!
They hit the ground hard, leaving a deep crater a meter wide.
"Whew…"
Both exhaled at once, their chests heaving. The adrenaline was addictive—dropping from that height, surviving by their own control. Their hearts were still racing.
"How's your body holding up?" Tsuna asked.
Tione flexed and jumped lightly out of the crater. "All good."
"Same here," Tiona said, following suit. She glanced up at the tower, her face glowing with excitement. "Can't believe we jumped from that high and lived to tell the tale."
"Yeah. If we'd tried that before…" Tione looked up too, eyes narrowing at the distant top. "Even a level four would've been paste."
"Using the Flames to offset that fall…" Tsuna smiled faintly as he descended slowly through the air toward them, completely unharmed. "That's the power of the Dying Will Flame."
He landed softly beside them. "Aside from their unique traits, these Flames also enhance mobility. With enough control, even someone who can't fly can simulate flight."
Tiona's eyes widened, bright with anticipation. "Wait—so we can actually fly?"
"Of course," Tsuna said, matter-of-fact. "Once you master your control, flight's just an extension of what you did earlier. You already adjusted your position midair by controlling your Flames' output. If you can do that, flight's just sustained propulsion."
He smiled slightly. "But to reach that point, you'll need a lot more training."
Tiona grinned. "Then we'll train till we can!"
"Not yet," Tsuna said, nodding toward the rumbling ground ahead. "Right now, we have something else to handle."
A tremor shook the area—the Minotaur herd had arrived.
"Tiona, Tione," Tsuna said, his tone sharpening, "it's time for live combat training. No rules—your goal is to kill every Minotaur in sight. Use both Flames however you like."
He gestured toward the oncoming beasts. "Theory can wait. Practical experience suits you two better. We'll go over the results after you're done. Any questions?"
The sisters exchanged a glance—and identical, feral grins.
Words weren't needed.
They rolled their shoulders, stretched their arms, and cracked their necks in perfect sync.
"No problem," they said together.
And then, with twin roars of excitement, the Amazon sisters shot forward—twin streaks of gold and crimson fire hurtling straight toward the Minotaur horde.