"Alright, little Tatsumaki. That was just my Wood Clone. No need to make such a fuss."
Just as the Wood Clone stood there speechless and prepared to speak, Lin Yu instantly appeared beside Tatsumaki, placed a hand on her head, and said with a smile.
"A clone?"
Tatsumaki tilted her little head and curiously looked at the Wood Clone. No wonder it had felt exactly the same. So it was a clone. It seemed her young master was quite capable, possessing such an amazing ability.
"Mm...!"
However, Tatsumaki's attention was quickly drawn to the hand resting atop her head. She gently rubbed against it, and the warm, large hand instantly stirred memories that had long been sealed away.
Blast's figure could not help appearing in Tatsumaki's mind—the person who had once guided her and brought her hope for life.
"So warm... just like Blast. N-No, that's not right. He isn't Blast!"
Tatsumaki blankly looked up at Lin Yu's smiling face, but quickly came to her senses. She shook her head twice and immediately broke free from Lin Yu's hand, green light flaring around her body as she floated upward.
"Even if you're the young master, you can't do that! How can you casually touch a lady's head?"
Tatsumaki turned her head aside, not daring to look Lin Yu in the eye. The tips of her ears had already turned slightly red.
"Huh?"
Looking at Tatsumaki's reddened ears, Lin Yu suddenly felt an intense sense of incongruity. Was this still the lawless Tatsumaki? She actually had a shy side?
And what was that about being a lady? Was she serious? Lin Yu could not help recalling Tatsumaki's various exploits in the world of One-Punch Man. No matter how he looked at it, she had nothing to do with the word "lady."