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Danmachi, Ch 131-135
🕑 Added 2025-10-22 14:25:47 +0000 UTCChapter 131 – Practical Application
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.
Chapter 132 – One Step, One Crater
The slaughter was already underway.
Facing a horde of Minotaurs, Tiona and Tione didn’t hesitate for even a second—they went all in, fists and feet blazing.
Neither carried a weapon. They didn’t need one. For Amazoness warriors like them, their bodies were more than enough.
Golden flames burst from their rings, surging wildly and propelling their movements to terrifying speed.
In an instant, two streaks of gold slammed into the oncoming Minotaur ranks.
BOOM!
The front line of monsters was instantly consumed—melting away under the power of the Sun Flame’s radiance.
Tiona and Tione didn’t have to coordinate. They never did. Years of fighting together had given them an instinctive rhythm—switching targets, covering each other’s blind spots, striking in perfect sync without a word spoken.
They split, flanked, swapped enemies mid-charge, even used each other’s momentum to amplify their attacks.
In barely three minutes, nearly two hundred Minotaurs lay defeated.
“That felt amazing!” Tiona cheered, her voice echoing across the field.
A strange warmth flowed through her body—an exhilarating rush that boosted her physical power beyond anything she’d ever felt. Movements that once strained her came effortlessly now. Her stamina barely dipped, and every punch, every kick landed harder than ever before.
Normally, fighting Minotaurs barehanded would’ve left her fists throbbing. Especially when there were this many.
But right now, she felt no pain, no exhaustion—only raw, unstoppable energy.
“This strength… it’s insane.”
Tione, ever the more analytical one, studied her own body’s reaction. “We’re fighting harder than usual, yet our stamina’s barely dropping. Even our strikes are stronger.”
Tsuna’s calm voice carried through the dust. “That’s the Activation of the Sun Flame. It enhances physical performance to the limit, minimizes fatigue, and gradually restores your stamina during battle. The longer you fight, the more efficient you become.”
He lifted his hand slightly, and the air shifted. “Now, I’ll boost the Minotaurs’ defenses. You won’t be able to one-shot them anymore. This time, try using the Storm Flame instead—the one meant purely for offense.”
He continued, “You’ve only just awakened your Dying Will Flames. Controlling both at once isn’t possible yet, so take it step by step. Don’t rush it.”
At his words, the sisters took a breath, the excitement in their eyes dimming into focus.
They let the golden light fade and instead ignited the crimson Storm Flames. The sensation changed immediately—gone was the steady warmth of the Sun, replaced by a violent surge that felt like a storm tearing through their veins.
The ground rumbled again—another group of Minotaurs appeared, though fewer than before.
Tiona and Tione adjusted their stance and charged forward—
—and promptly misjudged the strength of their steps.
THUD!
The earth cratered beneath them, both sisters sinking knee-deep into the ground. Their momentum died instantly, and they faceplanted in perfect unison.
“???”
“Pfft—”
Tsuna couldn’t help it. He actually laughed out loud. “That’s the Storm Flame for you. It’s violent—meant to destroy everything in its path. The most destructive of all the Flames. That’s why it’s harder to control.”
He gestured toward them, still smiling. “You can’t coat your entire body with it like you did the Sun Flame. Not yet, anyway. For now, focus it into your hands first. Get used to striking with it. Once that’s second nature, move to your legs. When you can switch between them freely, then—and only then—start using it to accelerate your movement.”
He smirked. “By then, you should stop leaving craters every time you take a step.”
Tiona pushed herself up, dirt smudging her cheek, and shot him a glare. “Next time, give us a heads-up first, Tsuna!”
He chuckled. “Normally, the Dying Will Flames wouldn’t react that violently. But your Flames are unusually pure—that’s why the effect’s so extreme. It’s rare. You two are special cases.”
He tilted his head toward her sister. “Though honestly, Tione, you already experienced this once. How’d you fall for it again?”
Tsuna offered her a hand, helping her up with an amused look.
“I… it was instinct,” Tione muttered, embarrassed.
She hadn’t meant to. The moment she moved, her body had instinctively coated itself in power—just like when she used the Sun Flame. As for the earlier fall? She only remembered Tsuna catching her. Everything else had vanished from memory.
“Instinct, huh?” Tsuna said thoughtfully. “That’s a hard habit to break.”
Judging from both sisters’ reactions, it was obvious this kind of full-body activation came automatically to them.
He made a mental note. He’d have to retrain that reflex out of them—and anyone else who learned the Dying Will Flames later—before letting them loose in combat again.
“Tione, Tiona,” he said firmly. “For now, focus on getting used to the Storm Flame. Learn how to control its output. Once today’s done, I’ll help you fine-tune your control and set up specialized drills to help you adapt.”
He stepped back, giving them space. “Alright. Real combat begins—now.”
Tiona groaned, shaking off the dirt. “Man, this feels so weird.”
“Get used to it, idiot,” Tione shot back, rolling her eyes. “The fastest way to build habits is through battle. Or are you scared you’ll lose to a few Minotaurs?”
“As if!” Tiona snapped, grinning as she spotted the next wave of monsters closing in. “How about we make it a contest?”
Tione smirked. “Fine by me. Just don’t start crying when I win.”
Their laughter echoed as twin torrents of crimson fire burst from their rings.
In the next heartbeat, the Amazon sisters shot forward again—fiery blurs streaking across the battlefield, ready to carve through the Minotaur horde once more.
Chapter 133 – Their Privilege: “The First”
“Holy crap…”
Loki rubbed her eyes, wondering if she was seeing things. But no—her vision was fine.
While updating Tiona and Tione’s Falna, she’d discovered something shocking: the sisters had gained a new skill.
[Dying Will Veins: Through training, the user has gained the qualification to access the Gate of Dying Will; Attributes: "Sun," "Storm."]
“A completely new kind of power…”
The sight left Loki genuinely slack-jawed.
She already knew that Tsuna had been spending a lot of time lately with the Amazon sisters. She'd even been hoping those two would surprise her soon.
But she hadn’t expected this. Barely a week had passed, and already such a massive surprise was right in front of her.
"Dying Will Veins," huh? It was different from the Dying Will Flame that Tsuna possessed.
The Veins felt like a fragment of authority, a partial derivative that could be acquired by others through special means—even by those who didn't originally wield that power.
The most direct proof of that: Tsuna's Dying Will Flame was whole, unaligned—pure.
What Tiona and Tione held was only a portion of that power.
Loki’s astonishment slowly melted into exhilaration.
“Well, well~ looks like I’ve stumbled onto something huge.”
She was absolutely certain now—Dying Will Flame was Tsuna's unique ability, a fundamental power rooted in another world entirely.
No one from this world should ever have been able to possess it.
But now, that "absolute" rule had been broken—because of Tsuna.
And what did that mean? The answer was simple.
The two worlds were beginning to intertwine on a deeper level.
That kind of intersection wasn’t bad news. In fact, it was the opposite—an incredibly good sign.
For gods, the worst possible state was stagnation. The same went for the world itself.
“Stagnation” meant a future already decided, every path written like lines in a script.
That was the kind of world where “apocalypse” became inevitable.
But once the world began to change—accepting something it was never meant to have—that fixed future began to unravel.
And that, to a god like Loki, was the best kind of news.
“If Ouranos heard about this, I bet he’d be thrilled too.”
She chuckled to herself. "Still… if something like this can really happen, maybe that glimpse of the future Tsuna saw was this world's fixed fate."
Loki exhaled softly, relief in her eyes.
Even if she didn't believe the future was ever set in stone, if Tsuna hadn't literally dropped into her bath that day, maybe things truly would've been predetermined.
But now, the world had changed—and that change stemmed from Tsuna.
That alone made it worth celebrating.
"In that case, Tsuna's world probably needs to forge more connections with this one."
“Spreading the Falna system there… yeah, that could work out nicely.”
She grinned mischievously. "Guess I'll just have to take a trip to Tsuna's world myself."
It was like injecting chaos into a fixed equation—making the outcome impossible to define, birthing infinite possibilities.
Because of Tsuna, both worlds had now entered that state of "flux."
Change itself wasn’t inherently good or bad—it was undetermined.
Which meant it needed guidance.
How to guide it? Loki already had a simple answer.
Let the two worlds, once divided by barriers, deepen their connection.
The easiest form of connection was power.
Just like what Tsuna had already done—probably without even realizing it.
The moment that “absolute” boundary was broken, the link between worlds had begun to stabilize.
And once that happened, it meant the world itself had started to accept change.
“If the world could talk,” Loki murmured, smirking, “I wonder what it’d say right now?”
Her curiosity lingered for a moment, but she soon shook it off and patted Tione on the back.
“Alright, your update’s done.”
“Your other Status values didn’t change much, but your Magic stat got quite a boost.”
“Tiona went from zero to six-twenty-three.”
“Tione, from two-twenty-six up to seven-forty-one.”
It wasn’t the 999 cap, but the growth in Magic stood apart from their other stats entirely.
That kind of improvement came not from brute strength, but from how often—and how creatively—they used magic.
Clearly, that new skill, Dying Will Veins, had completely transformed them.
The Sun and Storm attributes it granted were essentially magic of their own class, existing beyond normal spell categories.
And by using that power, both sisters had naturally raised their Magic stat as well.
Even so, for just one week of training, the growth was unreal. Loki couldn’t even imagine how exactly they were channeling that new energy.
Still, results were results—and she couldn’t help feeling pleased.
She handed Tione the freshly printed status sheet.
“You’ve got a new skill.”
Tione’s eyes immediately locked onto it, skipping right over the Magic increase.
After all, compared to a new skill, stat growth felt secondary.
"That's Tsuna's training paying off," Loki said with a grin. "You've managed to grasp a portion of his power."
“So your and Tiona’s new strength isn’t the Dying Will Flame itself, and it’s not a spell either—it’s a skill.”
That difference in name, and in where it appeared on the Falna, said everything about how special its origin was.
"So," Loki teased, "Tsuna's been giving you two private lessons lately, huh?"
Tione froze mid-celebration, remembering Ais’s faintly resentful gaze. Her face twitched.
"It's not like that! Tsuna never said the training was just for me and Tiona."
“Ais will get her turn soon enough.”
Still, she quickly steadied herself.
She knew that if she and Tiona had succeeded, the others would follow eventually. They wouldn’t be the only ones forever.
But even so—Tione’s confidence didn’t waver.
They might not be the only ones.
But they would always be the first.
Joy surged within her.
Chapter 134 – Origin and Branch
Strength: I0 → H116 | Endurance: I0 → H121 | Dexterity: I0 → H189 | Agility: I0 → H198 | Magic: I0 → D588
“Training with Tiona and Tione in actual combat sure sped up my own growth. My Status is climbing almost as fast as it did back when I was still Level 1.”
“Strength and Endurance barely went up since I didn’t directly take part in the fighting, but Dexterity and Agility jumped a lot. Must be from all that running around.”
Loki could already picture how Tsuna had been drilling the sisters over the past week. That so-called "joint training" was clearly a lot more intense—and personal—than she'd imagined.
"If Ais finds out, those envious eyes of hers will be burning with jealousy."
Still, even acting as a sparring partner didn't seem to hinder Tsuna's own progress.
In fact, Loki could tell he was holding back his growth on purpose.
But she understood why.
Without enough Excellia, even if one’s Status hit the cap, they still couldn’t Level Up.
If that was the case, then it made sense for him to develop at a steady pace—to let his growth settle naturally, making it more stable in the long run.
“You can manage your own growth as you see fit,” Loki said. “You’re not like the others. None of them can break through their stat limits like you can.”
She wasn’t even remotely worried about his individual progress.
Back at Level 1, she’d already seen enough to know what kind of monster he was. Worrying now would be pointless.
All Loki needed to do was give him a nudge from time to time—make sure he didn’t stray off the right path when it mattered most.
"Miss Loki, you trust me a bit too much, don't you?" Tsuna asked wryly.
“What do you think?”
Loki gave his back a playful pat, signaling that the update was over and he could get dressed again.
Once Tsuna had slipped his shirt back on, he turned to see Loki patting the bed beside her. He sat down—and the goddess promptly flopped sideways, resting her head on his lap.
“You just make it too easy to trust you~” she said with a grin.
“You’re cautious about everything—more than even Finn.”
“Even with power that strong, you never lose your cool or let it cloud your judgment.”
“When Finn, Gareth, and Riveria were younger, the three of them used to get into all sorts of reckless nonsense. But you? You’ve got a power that can rewrite the rules, and you’re still more careful than I am.”
She didn’t think his caution was excessive.
In the current state of the Labyrinth City, that wariness was vital—not just to protect the gods who still lived among mortals, but also to uncover the dark factions hiding in the shadows.
“Our Familia’s focus right now is secrecy,” Loki continued. “Your abilities have been made public within the Familia, so everyone knows what you can do. But that same knowledge gives them hope. So they’re choosing to hide their own true strength—partly to cover for you, and partly to protect that hope.”
“For most of those kids, emotional bonds are one thing—but benefits, tangible benefits, speak louder.”
That made Tsuna glance down at her, voice thoughtful.
"Miss Loki, isn't that kind of lowering their moral bottom line?"
“It’s not a bad thing,” Loki countered easily. “Living in the Labyrinth City means you need a bit of self-interest. Besides, they’re my kids. What, you think I’d want them handing the hope you gave us to the whole damn city?”
“My children being a little selfish toward outsiders is perfectly normal.”
“In fact,” she added, smirking, “if any other god in Orario were in my shoes, they’d do the same—hide it rather than flaunt it.”
Loki had no patience for the idea that being “calculating” was something shameful. Her Familia’s duty was to look out for their own.
Honestly, she preferred that her children be shrewd when dealing with the outside world.
That eased Tsuna's mind.
“Good. For a second, I thought you meant being selfish was a bad thing.”
“You worry too much.”
Loki rolled her eyes at him. “My kids aren’t out there tarnishing our name or cheating people. They’re just keeping family secrets to secure bigger advantages. What’s wrong with that?”
“Besides, you’re the one who started this whole thing. You got any complaints?”
“Of course not.”
Why would he? If the Familia wanted to protect his secret, he wasn’t about to argue.
Like Loki said, he’d been the one who set this tone in the first place.
Honestly, Tsuna would be thrilled if everyone in the Familia learned to be as cautious as he was.
People needed to keep some cards close to their chest—that’s just how survival worked.
“As long as you don’t mind,” Loki said lazily, “and I don’t mind as the Familia’s goddess, then there’s nothing to worry about.”
Just like that, she brushed past the entire question of selfishness. To her, it wasn’t even worth fretting over.
"Now," she said, her tone shifting, "about that Dying Will Veins. That's the power Tiona and Tione inherited from you."
"Isn't it… magic?" Tsuna asked.
“Nope.” Loki shook her head. “They got a new kind of power from you. Because it came through your guidance, it didn’t manifest as magic—it became a skill instead.”
"And if you pay attention to the name they received—'Dying Will Veins,' not your 'Dying Will Flame'—you'll see the distinction."
“The difference comes from where that power originates. The root lies in you. What they’ve obtained is only a fragment of it.”
“In essence, though, there’s not much separating the two.”
The distinction between origin and branch.
The origin was magic. The scattered branches of that same source became skills.
Those branches were still the same fundamental power—but unlike the original source, they couldn’t propagate any further.
Loki actually found that reassuring. It meant Tsuna was likely keeping the spread of that power strictly within the Familia.
“So,” she asked with a sly grin, “who’s your next target? Planning to pass this power on to everyone?”
Chapter 135 – This Ring’s Mine from Now On
Tsuna had already thought this through.
“For the next ones, I’ll start with Finn and Gareth.”
“Oh~? Not Riveria first?”
He shook his head. “No. I think Finn and Gareth are the better starting point. I can already imagine what kind of Dying Will Flames would suit them, but for Riveria… I’m guessing she’d fall under Rain or Mist.”
“Rain might be manageable, but I’m not that great with the Construction trait of the Mist Flame,” he admitted. “So I’ll focus on Finn and Gareth first, then move on to Riveria later.”
From the angle of what he was most comfortable with, that was the logical order.
Loki, who had a rough understanding of how Tsuna's power worked, didn't interfere. This was his domain, and she was content to just back him up.
“What about Ais?” she asked.
“Ais is still focused on raising her Status and improving her combat experience. She’s not ready to dive into a completely new power system right now.”
“The people I’ve chosen to receive the Dying Will Flames first are those who either don’t urgently need to raise their Status anymore—or have already hit their limits. Right now, since Babel’s 33rd floor still hasn’t opened up, that pretty much narrows it down to Tiona, Tione, Finn, Gareth, Riveria, and Bete.”
“As for Ais… she’ll come after them.”
He hadn’t even considered putting Ais in the first group.
Not because of favoritism or neglect—it just wasn’t what she needed. In terms of priorities, her turn naturally came later.
"Once the internal members are all lined up," Tsuna added, "I'll start working with Alise and the others from Astraea Familia."
Poor Ais.
Hearing his plan, Loki couldn’t help but chuckle to herself. Ais wouldn’t be getting any attention for a while.
But she approved of the order.
Ais had already reached Level 5. For her, the key right now wasn’t acquiring some new kind of power—it was refining what she already had.
And that’s exactly what she’d been doing.
Her daily routine revolved around strengthening her Status, and once a week, she entered the Challenge Space to face stronger monsters and build combat experience.
Given how full her schedule already was, Loki doubted Ais even wanted another distraction.
Letting her come later wasn’t just fine—it was ideal. By the time everyone else had gone through their training, Ais would have honed herself to perfection. Then, and only then, would it be her turn.
Still, Loki couldn’t help but laugh inwardly.
Ais-tan, this time it’s your own fault for running too far ahead—not anyone else’s.
She gave Tsuna's leg a light tap.
“Your lineup makes sense. Ais has plenty on her plate right now. Once she’s done polishing herself and finally has some downtime, that’s when you can toss her something new to chew on. Otherwise, she’ll just start overthinking things again.”
Keeping Ais busy was also Loki’s way of securing her own peace of mind.
Back when Ais got fixated on power, the best way to handle her was always to redirect that obsessive energy. Otherwise, she’d end up trying to level the city out of boredom.
Well, that was then.
Now, Ais would probably just bury herself in the Training Space until she passed out.
“I’ll talk with Astraea about it,” Loki said. “She won’t say no—not when it’s something that strengthens her kids.”
“If that’s what you want to do, then go for it. I’ll support you.”
She'd always been supportive of Tsuna's initiatives. As far as she was concerned, spoiling him a little was part of her job as a goddess.
As for the rest of the Familia, Loki didn’t even bother asking.
Since Tsuna already had the order set, everyone else would get their turn eventually. And she agreed with his reasoning—not everyone was suited to receive that power.
"By the way, Miss Loki," Tsuna asked suddenly, "what kind of ring do you like?"
“Hm~ you mean rings like the ones Tiona and Tione wear?”
Loki raised her hand, accepting the two rings he handed her. After a moment of thought, she picked the simpler one.
“I’ll take this one.”
She slipped it onto her finger without hesitation.
“So,” she asked teasingly, “are we gonna test whether I can use this power too?”
"No need for a test," Tsuna said quietly.
He took her right hand—the one wearing the ring—and the next instant, a soft orange flame flared to life along its edge.
"The Sky's defining trait is harmony and acceptance," he said. "And if anyone embodies that, it's you, Miss Loki."
For a second, she just stared at the flame dancing on her finger—then laughed.
“Well, that’s one hell of a cruel joke.”
“If the gods up in Heaven saw this, they’d be laughing themselves stupid. Especially that little runt.”
Her grin lingered, but the laughter faded into silence.
Then she tightened her grip on his hand, silently asking him to pull her up.
As soon as he did, she wrapped her arms around him, pressing her cheek lightly against his.
“You’ve got some guts,” she murmured. “Giving me one of your rings like that.”
“But you’re lucky—I’m in a good mood. And I really do like this one.”
“So from now on, this ring is officially mine.”
Her tone softened—but there was a possessive edge beneath it.
“That means you’re not allowed to put the same kind of ring on anyone else’s hand. Got it?”
It was rare—startling, even—to hear that kind of possessiveness in Loki’s voice.
Before Tsuna could respond, she picked up the other ring—the one with spread wings and a bright orange gem set at its center.
“This one will be for testing,” she said, smiling. “No one else gets to wear my ring.”
Then, glancing up at his slightly dazed expression, her lips curved in a playful smirk.
“But if you wear it yourself… then I’ll let it slide.”
“Uh… r-right.”
Tsuna blinked, still processing her words.
For some reason, the weight behind them felt… a lot heavier than her usual teasing.
"Heh heh heh~"
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Note: HE'S 13 LOKI, THIRTEEN!!!!
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TheFool
13 is just a number 🌚😂😂
