Misaki walked through the city of Tokyo, her fingers working with practiced ease as she rolled a blunt mid-stride. Each step sent a subtle ripple through her frame, hips swaying with natural rhythm, the curve of her ass shifting beneath fitted cargo pants that clung just right to her thighs. Her blonde hair, dark roots bleeding into honey-gold, bounced with each movement, catching the afternoon sunlight that filtered through the urban sprawl.

  Her bright yellow eyes, vivid as concentrated flame. Scanned the streets with lazy awareness, taking in the supernatural pressure that saturated the air like humidity before a storm.

  She'd become exceptionally good at rolling while walking. Years of practice combined with her unique relationship with gravity meant her hands never shook, never wavered. She could manipulate her center of mass at will, keeping her upper body perfectly stable even as her legs carried her forward. The blunt came together with mechanical precision: grind, roll, seal, twist.

  When she finished, she pulled a lighter from one of her many pockets and sparked it.

  The first drag was long. Deep. She held the smoke in her lungs for a three-count before exhaling slowly, watching the gray-white cloud spiral around her in defiance of the wind. Her supernatural pressure—that constant gravitational signature she couldn't fully suppress—caught the smoke, made it dance in patterns that shouldn't exist in normal airflow.

  She waved her left hand lazily, manipulating the gravity around the smoke to guide it away from her face. The tendrils twisted and dispersed, following invisible currents only she could perceive.

  "This shit blows so hard," she muttered, taking another hit. The cannabis helped filter the overwhelming sensory input. The constant awareness of every mass distribution within her range, every gravitational fluctuation, every subtle curve in spacetime. Without it, the noise would be maddening.

  She exhaled again, slower this time. "I feel all this supernatural pressure but I see no one."

  That was the problem. The air was thick with it. Multiple sources, overlapping fields of power that pressed against her own gravitational authority. Someone powerful was here. Multiple someones. And they were fighting.

  Her yellow eyes narrowed slightly as she processed the pressure signatures. One felt familiar. Achingly familiar.

  "More importantly," she took another long drag, held it, released, "I can feel Sutaro's supernatural pressure around here."

  The recognition sent a small thrill through her chest. Sutaro Katsuki, the only person in Generation 13 who could genuinely match her in combat. The yokai hybrid whose power made even S-Grade entities nervous. Her occasional sparring partner and the closest thing she had to an equal.

  If he was here, shit was serious.

  She took another hit, feeling the THC settle into her system, smoothing out the edges of her perception. Her sclera began to tinge red—not from the smoke, but from the way her body processed the cannabis alongside her constant Aura circulation.

  "Alright," she said to no one in particular, flicking ash onto the pavement. "I'm ready."

  She threw the blunt into the open air, watching it tumble end over end before she reduced its mass to near-nothing. It floated away on the wind like a feather, eventually disappearing between buildings.

  Then she looked up.

  Her enhanced vision cut through the distance, through the atmospheric haze, through the interference of overlapping supernatural pressures. There, perhaps three kilometers away, standing on what looked like a rooftop or elevated position.

  A silhouette.

  Female. Tall. Silver hair that seemed to shimmer even from this distance. An aura of profound lethargy that made the air around her feel heavy, sluggish, wrong.

  Misaki's yellow eyes locked onto the figure, and recognition clicked into place.

  "But something that really catches my attention is—" she paused, studying the distant woman's posture, the way space seemed to bend subtly around her, "—she has the same ability as me. Manipulating gravity."

  The realization sent a spike of interest through her cannabis-mellowed thoughts. Another gravity manipulator. Here. Now. During whatever clusterfuck Sutaro had gotten himself into.

  That wasn't coincidence.

  Misaki's lips curved into a slow smirk. "Guess I should deal with her first. She's the only one who can potentially counter me."

  The tactical assessment was sound. In any combat scenario involving multiple opponents, you eliminated the threats that could actually hurt you before dealing with the chaff. And another gravity manipulator—especially one whose pressure felt this dense, this refined—represented a genuine threat.

  Same-type combat was always a pain in the ass. Neither could harm the other with their primary abilities. It would come down to creativity, physical prowess, and who could better weaponize the environment.

  Misaki took one final drag from an imaginary blunt—the muscle memory of the motion comforting even without the actual object—and felt her body shift into combat readiness.

  Time to fly.

  She reduced her mass gradually, feeling her body grow lighter with each passing second. The sensation was familiar, comfortable—like slipping into warm water.

  One second. Two seconds. Five.

  Her feet left the ground.

  Ten seconds after she'd started, she floated 230 feet above the Tokyo streets, suspended in the air like a balloon filled with helium. At this altitude, she could see the full scope of the city sprawling beneath her—the geometric patterns of roads and buildings, the distant glimmer of Tokyo Bay, the haze of pollution and supernatural energy that hung over everything.

  And there, still visible despite the distance, was the silver-haired woman.

  Selene. The Archbishop of Sloth. The Veil of Inaction.

  Misaki's yellow eyes fixed on her target with predatory focus.

  "Alright then," she murmured, her voice carrying an edge that the cannabis usually smoothed away. "Let's see what you've got."

  She created a gravitational gradient—an artificial gravity well—centered on Selene's position. The technique was elegant in its simplicity: establish a point in space where gravity pulls with overwhelming force, then allow yourself to fall toward it.

  Normally, falling meant accelerating at 9.8 meters per second squared. Earth's standard gravitational pull.

  But Misaki wasn't normal.

  With her mass reduced to near-zero, she had almost no inertia to overcome. The artificial gravity well she'd created pulled on her minuscule residual mass with the same force it would pull on a full-weight human, but without the resistance. The result was acceleration that defied physics as most people understood it.

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  She fell toward Selene.

  Not fell—launched.

  The air screamed around her as she accelerated. Mach 1. Mach 3. Mach 5. The sonic booms of her passage rattled windows and set off car alarms across three city blocks. Her body became a streak of motion, a golden-haired missile trailing distorted air and gravitational anomalies.

  Mach 8. Mach 10.

  Mach 12.

  The city blurred beneath her. Buildings became vertical streaks of color. The distance between her starting position and Selene's location collapsed in seconds. The wind tore at her clothes, her hair, but her reduced mass meant the air resistance was negligible. She was practically weightless, practically frictionless, practically unstoppable.

  Selene would sense her coming. Would feel the gravitational distortion approaching at hypersonic speeds. Would have perhaps two seconds to react before—

  Misaki grinned, yellow eyes blazing with anticipation.

  This was going to be interesting.

  Selene felt it before she even saw Misaki. The massive influx of supernatural pressure approaching her, as if a literal supermassive black hole was bearing down at Mach speeds. She raised herself two feet off the ground to spin around faster, throwing both hands up in panic and creating a super-dense wall of gravity in front of her. The gravitational field was so immense it warped spacetime in the surrounding area, the well so intense that light itself bent around its edges.

  Misaki saw this as she approached. She snickered. "Gravity wall? Bad idea~"

  She cocked her fist back and increased the pull of the gravitational gradient on herself to the point where it looked like she was blinking in and out of reality. Time slowed. Selene watched in horror as Misaki almost phased through the gravity wall as if it didn't affect her. Her fist connected with Selene's face and transferred all the momentum straight into her skull, Misaki simultaneously increasing her arm's mass to make it feel like being hit by a bullet train. In that same moment, a massive gush of compressed wind from Misaki's flight came crashing forward, and Selene was sent flying backwards into a street sign.

  Misaki flicked her wrist. "Mmm, maybe I overdid it."

  Selene held herself up by the sign, blood actually dripping from her nose and one eye. An expression shifted on her face that hadn't appeared in a millennia: shock. Before she could register that, she looked up at Misaki and felt something else she hadn't experienced in centuries.

  Dread.

  Standing even 25 feet away from Misaki, she could still feel her supernatural pressure. It felt like she was in the event horizon of a black hole. Despite her also having gravity manipulation, she felt her center of gravity shift towards Misaki. She felt herself even leaning towards her from the subtle gravitational pull of her supernatural pressure. Selene gripped her shirt and took a deep breath, saying through clenched teeth, "Who. Are. You."

  Misaki placed a hand on her hip and cocked it. "You don't know me? Tell me, do you at least know of the yokai hybrid of war?"

  "Of course, everyone knows him. To speak Sutaro's name is to invoke fear and respect in equal measure. As 'The Yokai Hybrid of War' and the living manifestation of Kaizen, he's known as an unstoppable force, an entity that embodies the chaos of battle and the limitless potential of evolution. Enemies tremble at his name, knowing that he is never the same after each fight, always more dangerous, always more prepared. Allies view him as a volatile yet invaluable asset, an unpredictable weapon whose power knows no bounds."

  "Tsk, seems like I'm still outshined by my little cousin." Misaki sighed. "Well I'm Misaki Katsuki, The Gravity Sovereign and second strongest Katsuki in generation 13. Only outclassed by Sutaro. At least my excellence is dwarfed by that walking cosmic battery and he hasn't even had his awakening yet."

  "Enough chit chat! How did you bypass my gravity wall?"

  "Mmm? Oh that." Misaki took on a scholarly tone, raising both index fingers. "Listen closely because I want you to understand why you're about to lose. Everyone knows someone with supernatural affinity, something all humans inherently have even if low or even dormant, and have the capacity to awaken aura. Once you train enough you can unlock an aura technique and something called 'Absolute immunity'."

  She paused, pulling out her THC vape and taking a long drag. As she did, Selene was thinking of how to counterattack.

  "One of the most important things about Aura techniques, something a lot of people completely misunderstand, is the principle of absolute immunity." Misaki exhaled slowly, the vapor curling around her. "It's not just resistance, or being tough against what you manipulate. It's total invulnerability. If you can control a force with your Aura, that force literally cannot harm you. Doesn't matter if it's artificial, supernatural or even natural. It doesn't care. The immunity works on a fundamental level, completely overriding any distinction like that."

  She took another hit, her yellow eyes never leaving Selene. "For me that means I'm immune to all gravity and mass affecting me if I don't want it to." She pointed at Selene. "Which is why you're about to die right now."

  Selene wiped the blood from her nose and eye and smiled weakly. It was rare for Selene to show any other emotion besides boredom. "So if that's true," she raised her arms in a hug, "I'll just use the environment against you."

  In an instant a huge chunk of the ground rose, a bunch of cables were pulled and caused a semi blackout and internet loss in the Toshima ward of Tokyo. Selene then threw her hands forward and the huge chunk of earth rushed towards Misaki.

  "That's it? Pretty weak for a gravity manipulator. I'm almost insulted." Misaki released her THC vape and it floated in the air. She raised that same arm up with her palm open and then closed it. This caused the giant chunk of earth to collapse in on itself, but just enough to not create a singularity.

  "Really? THIS is the mighty power of the archbishops. I've fought my own clan members more powerful than you."

  Selene's face filled with rage. "Don't you underst—" Before Selene could even finish the word, Misaki was already in front of her. She increased the mass of her arm and punched Selene straight in the gut, taking all the breath out of her and sending her flying backwards. Misaki pointed upwards and Selene started falling upwards.

  When Misaki punched her, she turned Selene into an invisible apple. Misaki reduced her mass and let herself be pulled by the attraction force, and she appeared above Selene.

  The archbishop raised both her palms and released a massive blast of gravitational force. Of course it didn't work on Misaki and just felt like a gentle breeze. The clouds above her however weren't immune, and the force parted the clouds for 5 miles. "Tsk tsk, did you learn nothing from my lecture?"

  Misaki increased the mass for her entire body before diving towards Selene and flying right through her. Blood exploded in the air and Misaki landed back on the ground. Blood began to rain from the sky.

  "Ah that was interesting. Can't believe she was a gravity manipulator and STILL lost to me. Ha I actually can't believe it~"

  She let the THC vape fall back into her hand and she took a long drag. "Time to actually assist."

  In the bustling chaos of Tokyo's Shinagawa ward, a petite bombshell hovered a solid 150 feet above the ground, jets of roaring flames blasting from the soles of her feet like some kind of human rocket. Short blonde hair whipped around in playful twintails that bobbed with every twist and turn, framing a face so stunning it could make traffic screech to a halt and jaws drop to the pavement. Those golden strands didn't just catch the light, they practically owned it, glowing with a heat that screamed from deep inside her, tied straight to the wildfire raging through her gasoline veins.

  Her eyes stole the show, though, bright red and scorching like fresh-poured lava straight from the heart of a volcano. Not some dull blood-red or sweet petal pink, but a fierce, alive scarlet that pulsed with raw energy. They lit up in the shadows, thanks to her body's weird chemical cocktail that even the smartest lab coats had thrown their hands up over. One look from those eyes hit like a promise wrapped in peril, the kind that made hearts race toward ecstasy or straight into ashes, depending on how close you dared to get.

  "This isn't fair at all, how can the elders just hand this off to Rubia and leave me out? Like, the absolute nerve, I'm literally her g-" And bam, right then, it slammed into her: that massive supernatural pressure rolling off the archbishop of wrath. Her whole body lit up from the inside, clit pulsing hard as she squeezed her thick thighs together right there in mid-air, biting her lip to stifle a gasp. "Oh damn, someone's got that rage cranked up to eleven, and mmm, it's hitting me so good even from way out here. I need to track that down, like now."

  The air around her crackled as she felt the distant fury building, waves of it washing over her skin like the first lick of a bonfire against bare flesh, making everything tingle and tighten. It was that kind of heat that didn't just warm you up, it consumed, spreading slow at first then exploding into something unstoppable, leaving nothing but glowing embers and that sweet, smoky aftertaste. Her breath hitched as she imagined getting closer, feeling it wrap around her completely, the kind of burn that melted away everything else until all that remained was pure, throbbing intensity.

  She twisted in the sky, her wide hips shifting with effortless grace, the flames from her feet flaring brighter as that distant pressure tugged at her core. It reminded her of those nights staring into a blaze, watching it devour whatever she fed it, the way the colors danced from orange to blue-white, each crackle sending shivers straight through her. And this? This was bigger, wilder, like a whole city set alight, the destruction calling to her on a level that made her soak right through her shorts.

  Burnice Katsuki, the Inferno's Daughter, rocketed forward like a supernova straight into the heart of the storm.

  To be continued…

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