"That bastard, is he trying to piss me off?"
Slamming his hand heavily on his desk, Kingpin was on the verge of losing it. There was no helping it—last night's battle had terrified him.
Unluckily, his own building was located right in Manhattan. Even worse, the skyscraper that Graviton had uprooted was right next to his.
Last night, he had been scared into a cold sweat. Honestly, compared to Tohka, he now hated Graviton and Hydra even more.
After all, Tohka hadn't threatened his life yet. But last night, he almost became collateral damage. What infuriated him most was that Graviton wasn't even someone he had released—it was that lunatic who went off on his own after seeing Tohka.
"Boss, what do we do now? You saw it too—he's either been captured or outright killed. If we want to deal with the Stark heiress now, we'll need new manpower."
The assistant standing before Kingpin didn't look too good either. It was obvious both of them had been frightened by the battle.
"What else can we do? Tell our men to lay low for now."
Kingpin didn't have any better ideas. Just look at the kind of people he'd recruited. One wanted to turn everyone in the city into lizards, and another literally gave them a 'Flying Manhattan.'
Sure, he wanted to deal with Tohka and Spider-Man, but he had no intention of dying with them. So, unwilling as he was, he could only lie low for now.
At the very least, before hiring someone next time, he had to get a good grasp of their temperament. It couldn't be someone who might lose control at any moment—otherwise, instead of killing Tohka or Spider-Man, he might get taken out by his own people first.
"Yes, sir. Understood."
The assistant nodded and didn't say another word. He could tell the boss was in a very foul mood and didn't want to become the scapegoat for his anger.
Of course, that was just one side of things. The situation was even messier in the government. Both the mayor of New York and the White House held emergency meetings.
Last night's battle was just too outrageous. While Manhattan had been mostly spared, the bridges connecting to it were destroyed.
And during Graviton's meteor strike aimed at Tohka, who knew how many had been caught in the crossfire. Victims were vaporized; they had to rely on DNA to identify remains.
Still, in a disaster-prone New York, the government responded quickly, and reconstruction work was already steadily underway.
As for the man in charge of the chaos last night—Nick Fury—he had already been summoned for questioning. But none of that had anything to do with Tohka.
After all, her place had lost power during the battle. So, after Tohka tucked Miku Izayoi into bed, she curled up on the couch and fell asleep. The aftermath wasn't something she needed to worry about.
Besides, no one would come looking to hold her accountable. Otherwise, it wouldn't be a matter of cleanup—it would be full-on demolition. And the repair costs might end up higher.
The next day, Miku Izayoi groggily got out of bed. After a full night's rest, her headache was finally gone. Glancing outside, she saw that the sun was already high in the sky. Clearly, she'd slept for quite a while.
"Tohka, where are you?" she called instinctively.
Though her head no longer hurt, her powers hadn't fully returned. Then again, it made sense—her powers had gone berserk and nearly killed her last night.
"Nom nom… Mmph… You're awake, huh?" Tohka's muffled voice came from the living room.
She was saying something, though her mouth was clearly full.
"Um… Are you okay…?"
Miku quickly opened the door—and was stunned by the scene before her.
'My god, was this really the same Tohka from last night?'
Tohka was seated on the sofa, surrounded by a mountain of food piled high on the coffee table—hamburgers, fries, bread, even Chinese-style fried dough and steamed buns.
Miku couldn't fathom how she managed to buy so much. Tohka was hugging a pile of it like treasure, happily stuffing her face. Gone was the majestic warrior who took on the government and carried a skyscraper.
"Mmph! You're awake, huh? Don't rub your eyes while standing like that—it's bad for them. And look—I got up super early and ran through several districts to find all this."
"Honestly, last night's battle was so annoying. Most breakfast shops weren't even open. I wasn't sure what you'd like, so I bought both Eastern and Western breakfasts."
Totally oblivious to how much her image was crumbling, Tohka enthusiastically dragged Miku over to the table and pushed the massive pile of food in front of her.
"Uh… okay… Thank you… But I can't eat this much. This is such a waste…"
Miku looked at the pile of breakfast food Tohka had shoved her way with great distress. She had no idea where to even begin.
This amount of food wasn't just too much for breakfast—it was enough to last her an entire day.
"No worries, no worries. Nothing will go to waste. You eat first—if you can't finish, leave it to me. Also, classes are canceled today. I'll take you out to have some fun. Oh yeah—New York's a wreck right now. Want to check out another city instead?"
Tohka waved off Miku's s concern and cheerfully suggested they go out and explore.
She'd always been a loner, and even when her classmates went out, they brought their boyfriends along. Tohka had been third-wheeling for so long she was practically choking on dog food.
"Uh… okay, I guess."
Miku stammered a reply, still in a daze from her shattered perception.
'Is this really the same Tohka from last night—the powerful, reliable girl who stood up to the army and carried a skyscraper? Am I still dreaming? Is this the real her—a cheerful glutton?'
No matter how much Miku mentally complained, her hands were already moving.
Tohka had simply brought too much food. So she picked out a few of her favorites and began eating—after all, she was starving too after everything that had happened.