I don't believe the fact that with great power, you must then wield it properly. It's an irresponsible and naïve thought process that delivers grief rather than hope.
To have great power means having great control, and with control, the ability to shape things however you want. There is one thing I want.
An ideal world.
With control, things are straightforward. You can be proactive rather than reactive. Why treat a symptom when you can cure the disease, and let me say, there were a lot of diseases roaming around.
When I came to this place, it wasn't within my control. It was within my whim. I saw the expanse beyond the proverbial door. The entrance was right in front of me, shimmering in green phantasmal light.
It was chaos, and it was infinite. I saw it as a place to wrestle for control and add it to my domain. I hesitated, of course, ambition was an addictive drug.
Before I could deliberate on my decision, I fell. The sidewalk instantly became an entrance. How troubling yet exciting.
How long has it been since then? I believe that, as of right now, I have been here the longest. I spent my time roaming around, looking at the architecture and random structures.
For once, I didn't have a clear path on what to do. It felt refreshing. Now, where was I?
Ah, yes, control.
"Who are you...?" The young man in front of me finally said after staring at me blankly for several seconds. Kakeru Ryuen doesn't interest me.
"A friendly face to give a friendly helping hand," I answered with a disarming smile. My politeness was professional, and my expression, courteous.
Izuku Midoriya then soon followed, and behind him was the staggering, shaky figure of Fushiguro Megumi, barely walking on his own. He insisted on walking on his own while the huge shikigami that could heal trailed behind.
Midoriya was then glued to the floor, glaring at me with an intense gaze, his brain instantly turned into an analytical machine. What is with humans and judging the book by its cover?
Fushiguro then stopped and looked forward, snapping his eyes at me. That expression of fear and horror, his senses are sharp, but maybe out of tune? I've never once raised a hand, but he keeps insisting that I am some devil in human clothing.
Oh.
"Get back, she's dangerous. Now!" Fushiguro screamed, his voice was coarse and rough. The desperation, the fear, and the stress were there. I suddenly remembered a phrase: Your day could always get worse.
I guess that applies to him right now.
"I am not here to hurt or antagonize you. From the start, I've shown you nothing but a distant and disarmed approach. Whatever bias you have, you must please shed it."
Perfect. Disarming. Charming. Nonconfrontational.
The main tenets for slowly building trust.
"Huh?" Megumi muttered as if reeling from a powerful slap. "Huh?" He wasn't looking at me; he was looking at nothing. His eyes were bulging in disbelief and utter surprise. If I had to guess, it had something to do with that ritual.
"Fushiguro!?" Izuku said, worry wrapping his tone, never leaving his gaze on me.
What a strong kid, Izuku clearly has a disciplined mindset. Always acting without a second thought, sticking to what he's trained for, and always taking the initiative.
He reminds me of my lovely Tiramisu, ah, no, it has to be Creampuff or maybe Smelly.
(Makima's dogs.)
Megumi then let out a raspy, maniacal laugh as if he got what he wanted without a shred of effort, like he got what he wanted from a surprise birthday gift.
Sigh.
"And that's exactly what he got. A surprise gift." I said with silent irritation. I thought I'd be able to talk to these boys freely without the threat of a fight.
I glanced up above me. "Isn't that right? Mahoraga? The surprise gift."
A large, shadowy puddle formed above my head. Then it revealed the stomping left foot of the ultimate trump card. I raised my forearms to block the blow, crouching instinctively —tearing my office slacks and slightly exposing my thighs in the process.
The ground below me cracked and then shattered.
Mahoraga then rotated its torso and whacked me away with its arms in full power. I used the rats to cushion the impact as I bore through a pillar and was flung straight into a pool.
I'm very wet right now, dripping from below.
I cracked a few bones. My heels are shattered, and so are my forearms. How terrifying, this Mahoraga has no wheel revolutions yet, and it's already formidable.
It's been so long since I was in a proper fight.
"Midoriya, Ryuen!" Megumi shouted as Midoriya then wrapped his two allies with his black tendrils and leaped away, flying forward with incredible speed. My chains shot forward, one was meant to block, and one was meant to stab.
Megumi is quite the quick-thinking opportunist. I sense a lot of potential within him, always quick on his feet. Midoriya, too, is a big ball of pure battle instinct.
My chains were a tad late; they struck against the ceramic-tiled walls instead. I turn my head against the giant problem ahead of me. The sound of the dripping and flowing water from a distance was all I could hear.
The two of us had a quiet standoff, waiting for the other to make the first move. A shame it couldn't talk, manipulating it would've been an acceptable challenge.
"So, your death at the hands of those two uncontrollable powerhouses gave Megumi the ability to summon you with complete freedom." It then leaped forward, uninterested in what I had to say.
"You would make a great devil, Mahoraga," I said as I pointed my finger pistol at its impatient and charging figure. "Bang!" "Bang!" I stopped it in its tracks, and it staggered backward.
It released a furious grin and then punched the air repeatedly as it slowly retreated. Curious. It thinks that I am using projectiles to hurt it.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" Mahoraga was struck several times.
Mahoraga's figure, full of holes and missing three limbs, was then wrapped with chains. I then exerted my influence, trying to wrestle it away from Megumi.
A being made of cursed energy! I want its absolute obedience, I can only -
Clang. My chains lifelessly plopped to the ground.
I paused for a while, then released a chuckle. I was outsmarted. Megumi Fushiguro dispelled the shikigami. He noticed what I was doing.
My form disappeared as my rats swallowed it.