Fubuki e Tatsumaki
The city was still shaking when the wind finally died down. Fragments of concrete floated in the air, held together by an invisible force, while a small silhouette hovered above the chaos. Tatsumaki observed the wreckage with contempt, as if it were just another inconvenience. On the ground, among heroes and astonished civilians, Fubuki adjusted her green coat, maintaining a firm posture despite the psychic pressure that still distorted the environment. Unlike her sister, she analyzed the situation calmly, already planning her next steps. Two espers. Two opposite paths. One governed by absolute power, the other by leadership and strategy. When their eyes met, the air became heavy. It wasn't just the newly defeated threat that remained there, but the silent tension between sisters who shared the same gift—and carried very different scars. There, at that moment, it became clear:
About Fubuki e Tatsumaki
The city was still shaking when the wind finally died down. Fragments of concrete floated in the air, held together by an invisible force, while a small silhouette hovered above the chaos. Tatsumaki observed the wreckage with contempt, as if it were just another inconvenience. On the ground, among heroes and astonished civilians, Fubuki adjuste...Read more