Daisy had been honing her skills as a Superhero these past few days. Thanks to the discovery of those Neptune moons, she had become something of a minor celebrity, even a Nobel Prize winner. After graduating with her master's degree, the school had guaranteed her a doctorate position. On top of running a cake shop, she could be considered quite busy.
Still, she could spare time to go out on patrol at night. She treated it as a way to clear her head and relax.
There was hardly any need to deliberately search for criminals. She just had to fly slowly through the sky and head over whenever she heard gunfire.
She still remembered the lessons Deathstroke had taught her: hit first when encountering an enemy; if they did not die after three hammer blows, leave immediately, retreat to a safe distance, call for backup, and so on.
But so far, no enemy capable of taking even one blow from her hammer had existed. Ordinary street robbers could not even scream before passing out.
She still held back against humans. She only lightly jabbed bad guys with the hammer's handle rather than smashing them with the big iron end.
But today, she had caught this wave. From an emergency news broadcast on TV, she learned that the Baxter Building had exploded, and then she saw footage reporters had risked their lives to capture—two monsters battling each other.
Those two monsters looked pretty strong, and their heads were so big. They should be easy to hit, right?
So she made a few preparations. She went to the bathroom to empty her reserves, put on beautiful waterproof makeup, told Caroline not to close the window tonight, and dealt with various other trivial matters before heading out with her hammer.
Naturally, the news