"...Seriously, why did I get stuck with a protection assignment like you? Why do I have to protect you, of all people? Are you even listening to me?!"
Tatsumaki glared unhappily at Ye Uchiha, whose wandering gaze made it clear his mind was elsewhere. She grabbed his collar, bringing their faces extremely close together.
She had only been gone for a little over ten minutes, yet when she returned, she caught this idiot inexplicably jumping off a building to kill himself. Had she arrived any later, she might have found nothing but a sticky mess of bloody pulp.
He was a major shareholder in the Hero Association, after all. If he really died, those people at the Hero Association would definitely give her, his bodyguard, an earful.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it. It was my fault, my dear Queen Tatsumaki," Ye Uchiha replied somewhat dismissively.
He had planned to pose as a nouveau riche man traveling alone, but Tatsumaki had returned far sooner than expected and disrupted his plan.
Seeing the punchable expression on Ye Uchiha's face, Tatsumaki wanted to keep berating him. But remembering who he was, she could only snort coldly before asking, "Where are you planning to go now?"
"I heard the Super Fight is being held here. I'd like to watch it," Ye Uchiha said.
He remembered that Saitama had entered this martial arts tournament under Charanko's identity, and that executives from the Monster Association would attack the venue. Perhaps he could follow those monsters back to the Monster Association's hideout.
Tatsumaki frowned. "A martial arts tournament? You actually like that flashy, useless stuff? Fine, I'll go watch it with you."
As an esper, Tatsumaki had always looked down on martial arts. Her psychic powers could drag meteors down from space and use them as