Chapter 781: The Training Method That Amazed the Chat Group Members
"You... all of you..."
Tatsumaki trailed off, her usual biting tone failing her. For a moment, the Tornado of Terror simply did not know how to speak to the people standing before her. She was far too accustomed to looking down on everyone, wrapping herself in a prickly armor of sheer arrogance. But facing these bizarre, otherworldly friends from the Chat Group? The words caught in her throat.
Seeing her uncharacteristic hesitation—and noting the heavy, ragged breaths lifting her chest—Ren stepped closer. He raised his right hand and gently patted her slender shoulder.
The moment his palm made contact, a surge of warm, restorative energy flooded her system. Tatsumaki gasped softly as her physical fatigue evaporated into thin air. Even the throbbing mental exhaustion that had been hammering at her skull vanished without a trace. She blinked, her emerald eyes subconsciously darting up to meet Ren's gaze.
"Just helping you recover your physical state," he said casually, a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips.
A sudden flush of warmth crept up Tatsumaki's neck. Meeting his deep, calm eyes made her heart skip an odd beat, and she instinctively jerked her gaze away. She turned her head haughtily, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I didn't need your help..." she muttered defensively.
A long, awkward pause stretched between them. Then, in a voice as small as a mosquito, she added, "Tha... thank you."
Getting the Tornado of Terror to utter a word of gratitude was nothing short of a miracle.
"Those two are absolutely incredible," Vivi murmured, her eyes wide with awe as she stared at the increasingly violent clash unfolding in the distance.
Out on the shattered battlefield, the dynamic had shifted. After taking Saitama's Serious Punch head-on and surviving, Boros finally shed his boredom. A fiery, manic interest ignited in the alien conqueror's single eye. He launched himself at the bald hero, moving faster than the speed of light.
Their true battle had officially begun.
What thrilled Boros to his very core was that this seemingly ordinary human was actually keeping up with his blindingly fast movements. Not only that, but the man's raw strength was staggering.
Saitama, on the other hand, found himself experiencing something utterly foreign: shock. His usually blank face tightened into a mask of pure seriousness. Every single punch he threw right now was a genuine Serious Punch—strikes that no monster or villain he had ever faced could withstand for even a fraction of a second.
Yet, Boros was catching them. The alien warlord met his fists head-on, absorbing the apocalyptic kinetic force and instantly retaliating with strikes of even greater, devastating power.
Boom! Boom! BOOM!
The two figures blurred across the ruined landscape, their movements tearing the very fabric of the air apart and triggering a chain reaction of deafening sonic booms. Every time their fists collided, the shockwaves shattered the earth below them, carving massive craters into the crust and whipping up violent, hurricane-force winds that threatened to tear the sky asunder.
Watching the cataclysmic exchange, Tatsumaki frowned, her brow furrowing in deep confusion.
"Who the hell is that bald guy?" she demanded.
She knew the Hero Association's roster inside and out, yet she had never seen or heard of this man in her life. How could a complete nobody trade blows back and forth with the monstrous alien that she could not even scratch with her full psychic output? Her first instinct was to assume she was caught in some bizarre hallucination.
Ren chuckled softly, breaking her train of thought. "Don't be discouraged," he said, his tone light but carrying an underlying weight. "That person is just very special."
"Special?" Tatsumaki echoed, her confusion only deepening. "What is that supposed to mean?"
Ren's expression turned slightly more serious. "He found a way to make himself extremely powerful."
Before Tatsumaki could even press for details, the virtual interface of the Chat Group lit up. Someone else had already beaten her to the punch.
[Ais Wallenstein: "What kind of method? What training could possibly make someone that strong?"]
Ais, a girl whose entire existence was consumed by an obsessive desire to grow stronger, typed the question with absolute, unblinking seriousness. Watching the livestream, she could confidently confirm that no one in the entirety of Orario possessed this level of terrifying, world-breaking power.
The other members of the Chat Group immediately picked up on the Sword Princess's intense desperation.
[Aqua: "Wow, you really only ever think about getting stronger, don't you? Give it a rest sometimes!"]
[Ais Wallenstein: "I have to. Because I need to defeat it!"]
She didn't need to type the name. Everyone knew what she meant. The One-Eyed Black Dragon.
[Tendou Kisara: "Are you seeking revenge?"]
[Ais Wallenstein: "It killed my parents."]
[Tendou Kisara: "...I see. Keep fighting, then."]
Sitting in her own world, Tendou Kisara let out a heavy, empathetic sigh. A bitter sense of shared destiny washed over her. She understood the hollow, burning pain of living solely for revenge better than anyone. Knowing that empty platitudes offered no comfort, she could only offer a brief word of solidarity.
[Aqua: "Tsk, tsk. If you ask me, if you're that desperate for revenge, why not just ask Ren to handle it? Just offer yourself up to him, and he'll definitely solve all your problems in a heartbeat!"]
[Uzumaki Kushina: "Wait, what the heck is that supposed to mean?!"]
[Aqua: "Oh, nothing much! Just look at Mikoto. The moment she handed herself and all those Misaka Sisters over to him on a silver platter, he immediately swooped in and settled her entire crisis!"]
[Misaka Mikoto: "..."]
Over in Academy City, Misaka Mikoto was enjoying a quiet lunch in the dining area of the Board of Directors' building. The moment she read Aqua's message, she violently choked, nearly spitting her soup all over the table.
Sitting directly across from her, Last Order tilted her head. The tiny clone pointed a fork at the flustered esper and giggled. "Big sister is thinking naughty thoughts again, points out Misaka as Misaka laughs at your red face!"
Mikoto slammed her hands on the table, her face burning like a tomato as she prepared to shout a retort.
But before the words could leave her mouth, a spatial distortion rippled through the room. A whole group of Misaka Sisters suddenly teleported in, surrounding her table. Every single one of them stared off into space with identical, flushed looks of dreamy longing.
Mikoto's lips twitched violently. A vein throbbed on her forehead.
Those damn clones had all been completely led astray by that shameless bastard, Ren. Every last one of them had turned into a total pervert! Worse still, they had absolutely zero filter. They constantly uploaded highly detailed, explicit sensory data of their wild, romantic fantasies involving Ren—doing this and that with him—directly into the shared Misaka Network.
Because of that constant mental bombardment, Mikoto could not even think about Ren anymore without her entire body feeling strange, hot, and uncomfortably sensitive.
[Ais Wallenstein: "..."]
Back in the chat, Ais stared at the glowing screen. She had, admittedly, considered Aqua's blunt suggestion before. The thought of relying on Ren's overwhelming power to erase her nightmare was tempting. But... deep down, her pride and her grief demanded something else. She wanted to exact her revenge with her own two hands. She needed to.
[Ais Wallenstein: "Ren, do you actually know his method for getting stronger?"]
[Erza Scarlet: "Such a fiercely persistent girl."]
[Ren: "I do know his method, yes."]
[Ais Wallenstein: "Can you tell me what it is? Please."]
[Ren: "Of course."]
[Ren: "One hundred push-ups. One hundred sit-ups. One hundred squats. And a ten-kilometer run. Every single day. Oh, and make sure never to use the air conditioning, no matter how hot it gets in the summer. That strengthens the mind."]
A heavy, digital silence fell over the Chat Group.
[Silvia: "Eh???"]
[Saeko Busujima: "This... can a routine like this truly yield such results?"]
[Kiana Kaslana: "Hahaha! No way, how is that even possible?! My basic Valkyrie training courses back at St. Freya were way more intense than that, and I'm nowhere near as ridiculously strong as that bald guy!"]
[Durandal: "If such a rudimentary physical training method could truly forge a warrior of his caliber... humanity would have defeated the Honkai long ago."]
Durandal stared at the chat interface, her brow furrowed in deep skepticism. As Schicksal's strongest, she knew the brutal reality of Valkyrie training better than anyone. She could confidently state that her daily warm-up regimen was dozens of times more grueling than the simple workout Ren had just described. Yet, even with all her relentless effort, she still relied on the genetic enhancements of Stigmata and the technological marvel of her Valkyrie battlesuit to wield her immense power.
Meanwhile, the man currently being livestreamed to the multiverse—Saitama—was casually trading blows that could shatter continents, relying on absolutely nothing but his pure, unadulterated flesh and blood.
[Kiana Kaslana: "Ren, you're totally pulling our legs, aren't you?"]
[Ren: "Haha, I promise I'm not lying. That is genuinely his exact training method. However, I never said it was a method suitable for anyone else."]
[Ren: "Saitama merely used this specific, mundane routine as a catalyst to shatter a certain biological limit within his own body. By breaking that limiter, he gained the ability to continuously and infinitely improve his physical stats."]
[Nami: "Wait, hold on a second. Continuously growing? Are you saying he has absolutely no upper limit?!"]
[Ren: "Within the confines of his specific universe, you could say he truly has no ceiling. But the growth isn't instantaneous; the passive accumulation of power is a very slow, ongoing process."]
[Ren: "And, of course, he had to pay a small price for that absolute power."]
[Tsunade: "A price... as expected. In any world, great power always demands a heavy toll."]
Sitting in her office in Konoha, Tsunade sighed softly, her amber eyes reflecting a complex swirl of emotions. She knew that truth intimately. Even the miraculous, reality-defying power bestowed upon them by Ren required a toll.
That price, naturally, was offering oneself up to become his woman. It meant submitting to his shameless whims, enduring bizarre tasks like pulling weeds in the deserts of Egypt, and wandering through the exhausting, mind-bending white chaos of his personal domain.
Thinking of the sheer absurdity—and the intense, overwhelming pleasure—of her own payments to him, a hot flush crept up the Hokage's cheeks.
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