AM N. NOT.(っ－＿－)っ
Just what kind of man had they become entangled with?
Bizarre things kept happening around them the more they forced their way into his life and stayed close to him. It felt as if some invisible force was pulling them toward him, drawing them nearer and nearer. And yet, at the same time, there was another sensation—something warning them to know their place, to restrain their curiosity, and not to pry too deeply.
Just what the hell was happening with this man?
Tsunade's eyes remained fixed on Maki's expression, which was filled with bewilderment. His red eyes looked exactly the same as before as he tilted his head, clearly lost in deep thought. It was the face of someone who had no idea what had just occurred, as if he truly didn't understand what he had done.
What they had just experienced was something Tsunade had never felt before. It had been as if her brain were being pierced by countless needles, ready to explode if they listened to him any longer. Nemuri had felt it too—that strange sense of helplessness.
Or had it just been coincidence?
Definitely not.
One thing was certain: they needed to be careful when asking him questions, careful not to unravel something that should remain unknown. They needed to warn him as well, or it might cause trouble later. Because judging by the confused look on his face, it was obvious he knew nothing about it.
Both women exhaled slowly, trying to regain their composure and push the strange experience aside.
But before they could speak—before they could warn him—they saw him stand up from the sofa.
His towering figure rose before them, and the erect thing that was still hanging out somehow made both of them blush at the sight.
Nemuri tilted her head slightly and asked, "Baby, where are you going?"
"Bathroom!" he replied.
"Bathroom?" Nemuri repeated.
"Yes. To piss," he said while pulling up his pants to cover himself.
Nemuri smirked.
"Baby, why don't I drink it for you? You can use my mouth." She opened her mouth wide and showed it to him, her fingers pulling the corners wider while she stuck out her tongue.
Tsunade immediately delivered a sharp chop to Nemuri's head.
"You're really disgusting," she said.
Nemuri rubbed the aching spot on her head, glaring at Tsunade.
"Sis-Tsuna, why don't we taste it together?" she said while licking her lips.
Tsunade scoffed. "You're really a bitch."
"Oh please, don't act like you're innocent," Nemuri replied. She lifted the pink towel that barely covered her lower body, adjusting it and pulling it higher to cover more of herself. The earlier fun hadn't been satisfying because of some bullshit reasons.
As the two of them continued talking and exchanging insults, it became obvious they were deliberately changing the topic and easing the tension left behind by the earlier moment. Their playful hostility worked; the atmosphere gradually shifted.
They remained seated on the sofa while Maki went to the bathroom to relieve himself.
Nemuri and Tsunade glanced at each other.
"Remind the others… no, warn him if something like this happens again. I don't even want to think about what's going to happen," Nemuri muttered.
"No. Better remind the others just in case."
"Why?"
"Maki would definitely forget about the warning. No—he will surely forget it."
"Tsk… I can't believe this man is really that kind of guy…"
"Yup. Better get used to it, bitch."
"Shut up, slut."
While the two of them discussed the next move they needed to consider—
Shizune was on her way to Nemuri's condo, Her car was now taking the the long bridge of U.A.
Meanwhile, on 23rd Street, All Might and Isaac had just finished cleaning the area and securing the three Adamas.
These ores were highly valuable for many reasons, and All Might was planning to escort them personally to Haruspex Island.
Isaac stood nearby, talking on his phone while his team members reviewed the footage and files they had gathered.
All Might waited patiently for the others to finish finalizing everything.
Crowds had gathered along the street, taking photos of the aftermath. Many of them were members of the media and news teams.
One of them was a woman wearing a brown suit, currently doing a live broadcast.
She explained the situation clearly to the viewers.
"As you can see, 23th Street is now more stable, and the flow of traffic has been restored as well. The Anomalies were quickly handled by All Might, who arrived at the scene. The Haruspex team, led by Isaac, is currently gathering the Adamas. That's all from me—back to you in the studio."
The live feed cut off.
The people standing on the street still struggled to understand where those three enormous behemoths had come from. They had heard rumors circulating through the crowd, but no one truly believed the guesses being thrown around.
At the moment, only All Might remained clearly visible at the scene.
For most people watching the news, events like this were nothing new. They had grown accustomed to it.
But online platforms were different.
Some people had streamed the event live earlier and were still discussing it endlessly, trying to piece together what had truly happened.
To the wider public, it would soon become just another story—something people would forget about within the next hour.
Traffic was now partially restored. A man with a cement-like body had rebuilt the road, this time creating a two-level overpass beside the Nessus.
The three Nessus statues were still there, frozen in place with their arms raised and heads tilted toward the sky. Their claws were clenched into fists directed at the place where the void crack had appeared.
No one dared touch the statues.
For one simple reason.
They felt alive.
And everyone was waiting for All Might's decision.
No one knew exactly what they were, and the authorities remained cautious. But with All Might present, people felt safer.
Still, the sight of those centaur-like figures—formed by nature itself—was mesmerizing. The new overpass curved around them as cars slowly moved along the road.
It was a breathtaking view.
One man in particular seemed fascinated.
From the front of his palm, a camera lens slid out. He carefully positioned himself to capture the perfect angle. Adjusting the settings, he raised the camera and aimed the lens.
Click.
The camera captured the image.
Then a horizontal line opened across the man's chest. From it, something slid outward—a white sheet that looked like paper.
But it wasn't paper.
It was the photograph he had just taken.
The man stared at the image with satisfaction.
"Another collection for my
(っ－＿－)っmagazine."AM N. NOT.