The True Limit of Psychic Power

At the same time, Tatsumaki gently closed her eyes.

Her Psychic Power spread rapidly in a way no one else could detect.

Less than a breath later, Tatsumaki opened her eyes.

In that instant, her gaze sharpened, all traces of sleepiness gone.

"Fubuki, take Yoshiko home first." Tatsumaki's green curls stirred in the breeze.

Gone was her childish manner. Her tone left no room for argument.

Fubuki knew that whenever danger appeared, her sister's first instinct was to get her out of harm's way.

"Sister, I can—"

"Fubuki." Tatsumaki cut her off before she could ask to stay and fight. "Protecting Yoshiko is your job."

"Leave the rest to me." Tatsumaki looked proud and cold, but a trace of tenderness lay beneath her words.

With that release of Psychic Power, Tatsumaki had pinpointed both the enemies' positions and their number.

There were five of them, lurking in the dark and waiting for a chance to strike.

Tatsumaki could tell that none of them were ordinary opponents.

They were strong, but Tatsumaki paid them little mind.

There were only a handful of opponents in the world she considered worth her attention.

Before the fight, though, she had to make sure her sister was safe.

Yoshiko suddenly felt weightless. A green glow enveloped her and carried her toward Fubuki.

Fubuki frowned. There was no arguing with her sister when she took that tone, and Yoshiko, an ordinary person, truly should not stay. After a moment's hesitation, Fubuki caught her and flew into the distant sky.

But even after Fubuki decided to leave, someone else had no intention of letting her go.

"Stop!" A figure shot through the air and roared at Fubuki as she flew away.

It was a woman in black leather. Lightning crackled densely between her hands, bleaching the surrounding