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Post by enma on Oct 28, 2024 0:46:21 GMT
[attr="class","body"] While Papa Arashi taught ruthlessness and to sparingly grace evil with mercy, Enma was learning that times were different and the meaning behind heroism was complex. The Journey was Enma's because he had the power to evolve beyond what any Arashi had ever been. In fact, Papa Arashi once told him of a cousin of the boy's that almost had the potential to bring about change, but that the soul of their Inkheart was rotten. The portraits painted by that cousin did not contain vast possibility like Enma inked. While there was rigidity in Papa Arashi's lessons, the power of choice was the ultimate lesson. One had to earn it and it required the courage to make it. As Masao encouraged him, he knew it to be true that the power she focused on was beautiful and deserved to be shown without fear. There was facets to what Enma's power looked like. Enma was a warrior, protector, hero, friend, lover, bearer of woes; all these facets were powerful. His greatest fear now was what he would do with the lingering darkness. As that fear curdled within his heart, a dark aura began glowing off of him. Veins blackened, the pain he experienced within was turning into raw energy. As 'Possibility' began to shape something new in his power, he knew that their spar would help decipher it. "I feel pain in the dark corners of my power, but pain can be a tool." Meeting Bokken to sword, there was a burst of kinetic energy that needed somewhere to go. Tearing the ground around them, this would be the first time he would experience Masao's strength in her armor and it actually rivaled his own. Shocked, a smile went across his face. Was he...happy that he could let loose? That was part of the satisfaction of the assailant. That was one of the dark emotions. It wasn't fiery vengeance rebuking from him, but potent desire to not restrain. Thrusting Masao off of him, he rotated the bokken until its point was aimed at her armor. As this new potential still needed to transform and speak a language that he could understand in order to command it, he pressed forward. A three-pronged attack would be directed to keep Masao's defense spread thin. If she could match his might, she would need to match his tempo as well. A trained fighter who could not simply overpower someone would resort instead to finding weaknesses. As soon as she revealed hers, he would switch from a bokken strike to a quick jab. Once he struck her armor, the pain against his knuckles would riddle that hand with dark blotches. That is when the truth of what his new power could be would reveal itself. He could feel the rising tension in his fist.
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Post by enma on Oct 28, 2024 0:22:51 GMT
[attr="class","body"] The monstrous creation that attempted to assail Jun would be met with a surprising amount of resistance from the petty students and criminal. Imagination would cast protection over Mood Ring's flesh, saving her from having her jugular torn open. It was quickly followed by counterattack from the three, a stinging blow from Olivia's serpentine sword, a throat-tearing blow from Jun and finally the panther being launched against the wall with an audible crunch. It seemed to be lifeless, not whirring with great energy. Jun approached the elevator button, the doors opening to reveal another bloody message intended to taunt Paragon herself. "PARAGON OF LIES". It might tip off the real identity of the 'disguised' hero-students, not that Olivia would care much. Just as these doors would fully open, the panther would come to life as light outlined its injuries and began self-repair. It wasn't an amalgamation of simple designs. The panther was a monster that wove together new and old designs, a marriage of nano and macro-tech. Jun would underestimate its anatomy as it didn't have rudimentary robotics. What made the assailant that attempted to slay Masao before able to shift form would fuel the alpha-predator nature of this oil and circuit jungle cat. It would attack while Jun looked into the elevator, opening itself to the one person free to stop it, Olivia. If this was what was in store, what monsters lie in the depths of mechanical hell below?
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Post by enma on Oct 26, 2024 3:23:14 GMT
[attr="class","body"] Paragon was a mighty symbol. The name had meaning, the name was earned by the armor of love she carried. Quirks were not simply a genetic presence, but also an evolving thing like one's body or mind. Some may argue the existence of the soul, but regardless he would see inspiration in Paragon, the armor and the hero-to-be. As he thought this, he would be pleased to see his love's reaction to his freely-expressed quirk. This...felt good. To do it felt better than to be so reserved. It felt like all sorts of rainbows could fly freely from his fingertips. Maybe he didn't have to be cloaked in shadow or be some brooding hunter. That aspiration was slowly dying as wonder began to take him. "I'm glad you love it, my dear. I...am constantly surprising myself." As they prepared for combat, he would slowly extend a rosy aura over his bokken. As she commended him on being open about his quirk, he felt like there was one thing she was wrong about. "I...see, I am afraid to show people my power still. I think that's because I don't see my quirk as my power." Twisting his grip on the enchanted bokken, a possibility due to his connection to Masao, he wondered if that darkness would truly go away. Thinking of the assailant, the lack of discipline he had and the wildness of his destructive force, he wondered what defined power. "I don't know what my power is. I can destroy, I can create." Looking away in pondering, he wasn't ready to meet Masao's eyes until he was certain. Or, at least, until she could help center his thought. When he did, he wondered if she would help quell the fears he had regarding who he became when he needed to protect. "I want to be Helsing as a way to say that I will vanquish evil. Slay the worst of monsters. But...I didn't like how I felt like a monster."Shaking his head, he let out a deep breath. "I agree with using my quirk often. I've removed that limitation from my life. Thanks to you, of course." Tilting his head and giving a warm smile while looking up at Masao, he rested his cheek on the hilt of the bokken. The aura around it wasn't so dark, it was more of a pinkish red. A change. "But yes, I...feel it's reactive because my hormones is actually the fuel."Emotions were deep and complex even when they seemed straight forward. Even though the result seemed like such, these feelings were not a monolith. "Maybe I can command the mystic effect of my quirk through that. If it can paint images, it can paint power...maybe I can paint possibility." Through shifting shades of red, there was a formless nature to the aura this time around. It was like Enma during his emotional uncertainty, the quirk itself was just as uncertain. Did it want to radiate monstrosity or serenity? "Regardless, I want to spar a bit to gain an esoteric direction. I think that will help aimless overthought, my love. Do you agree?"
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Post by enma on Oct 26, 2024 3:12:08 GMT
[attr="class","body"] In his study of literature and art for inspiration and provoking thoughts, Enma found himself painting things for Masao most often. He was embracing his quirk, himself and the beauty of life that she's helped blossom within his heart and mind. It was easy that despite all the great inspirations, a person not so steeped in history has become the greatest of all. The power of love was a mighty panacea that flowed into his brushes. That is the sentiment reflected in the quickly-painted portrait, detailed and varied in color and stroke, that Calliope would see looking over his shoulder. Startled, there was a very brief moment of killer intent as his paranoia over the assailant he dealt with not so long ago washed over him. It dissipated as quickly as it disappeared, so naivety might save him from an awkward fumble through a first meeting. "Ah, it's my girlfriend. Ando Masao. I've been passing time waiting for someone to come request my work." Gesturing peacefully but stoically towards the portrait of a rose-holding Masao, red hair flowing like a river of roses, his face was completely opposite of the product. "Arashi Enma, nice to meet you. And you are?" Putting his utensils down and turned in his seat to get a better look at the third year, he realized he hadn't seen them before but they did seem familiar.
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Post by enma on Oct 24, 2024 2:49:09 GMT
[attr="class","body"] When opportunity came knocking, a hunter needed to take it. First, there was Deathcap's genius usage of her quirk to help subdue this beast. It was moving ineffectually, which allowed Helsing to mount its belly and damage its joints presumably. Then, there was the stalwart duo that was Paragon and Helsing. Sword and Shield. If there was anybody he could trust to take an onslaught of attacks, it was that armor of hers. Having strategically assaulted the joints on Ripp3r's limbs, he had to decided where else to apply the intense weight of Okami. Perfect for bringing down the toughest of armors, the blunted edge made great use of his strength. Did he want to continue attacking the joints or go for the throat? No, decapitation was not a sure way of taking down this beast now. The best thing he could do was hinder its movement. Since most of the weight was angled into the front legs as it was very canine-like in its posture, Helsing used this in spirit of his moniker. Picking the right front leg, appearing to be the left from his position atop the belly of the beast, he began hammering away as hard as he could. The focus on this assault could not die down, there could be no pause and he had to fully trust Paragon to avoid succumbing to any counterattack. He'd want nothing more than to protect her, but he didn't need to...as far as he knew. Hammering away at the trapped Ripp3r, he hacked away like chopping a tree down, a fitting task for his immense strength. The only problem was...he didn't know how immensely durable Ripp3r was or how immensely terrifying it would be if Paragon lost her armor due to the emotional effects of the beast's counterattack. Everything was going to be fine.
-Enma continued assault on Ripp3r since it didn't move and just attacked others. We take freebies around here -Enma decided to trust Masao to handle herself -Enma focused his attacks with a blunted Okami on the right front leg joint of Ripp3r to hinder its movement. [newclass=.body b]color:#e04d4d[/newclass] |
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Post by enma on Oct 24, 2024 2:35:12 GMT
[attr="class","body"] The way they communicated physically was like how paint needed a brush to sing, and sing those two things did all along a blank canvass. Beautiful portraits were painted when those two notes came together and beautiful things happened when Masao and Enma came together. They brewed wonderful ideas, inspired each other to do great, and love bloomed. The way they touched each other as second nature was a sign of their personal growth. Without skipping the beat, the secret poet spoke to his blooming bed of roses. "Your body is perfect to me, love." Was Enma speaking with cheek? A secret kept between them was just how blush-inducing they could be. As they shared their kiss, it almost felt as if it ended too early. No, they needed to stop that there or else they wouldn't get anything done. "Recently, I've been embracing my quirk and showing it...more publicly. I even did something cute."The deadpan Enma saying he did something cute was likely jarring to most. He tapped his foot as the ground manifested a painted portrait of pusheen Paragon. "I think it's time that I make the Journey a product of my own thoughts. Papa Arashi taught me to use it to make a blade unbreakable..." Looking to the bokken that they'd use for training and seeing Masao bring her own weapon, he scratched the back of his neck. "I do...need the armor in its strongest form. Honey, I can't risk hurting you but I think I have an idea of what I can do." The Journey represented the progression of story, the development of one's being and the most important aspect of life. Everything was about the Journey building to the destination, but the destination was wished to be the farthest thing away. Still, the building onto it was critical. The Journey could be interpreted in many ways, but he knew in his heart that his quirk needed more offensive representation. It was taught as a tool to support what his body could do with a sword, but quirks were complex for good reason. Reaching into one's heart, resonating it with one's body and mind could lead to beautiful catalysts for creation. This was yet another element of art seeping into the battlefield. "The way my quirk works draws upon my body for energy. I know my feelings give it shape and that it repairs the things I hold dear in a literal sense. If I can give it shape to protect what I hold and repair it, I think...I can amplify it. Use it as a weapon." Looking to Masao for advice, insight into the process of pushing the boundaries of one's quirk, he wondered if his hypothesis held water. Enma was smart in his own way, but Masao was a genius. It took a genius to enable her craft. This was a massive leap in strengthening the bond between his quirk and himself, inevitably owning an inherited quirk to be his own.
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Post by enma on Oct 22, 2024 4:03:55 GMT
[attr="class","body"] There was a lot Enma was working on all at once. Like many at UAU, development was not linear nor simple. With the classes he's taken, the people he's met, there was no doubt that he needed to take action more directly to be better. Simply put, he needed to step outside of his comfort zone if he was going to look outside of his physical temple and more into the esoteric power of the Journey. Today, Enma was going to do something he's never done before. Here, he wore a maroon cardigan over a grey button-up shirt and dark pants. With light brown shoes like he was a librarian, he would sit with a station setup on the early parts of the campus to do some...art. No crazy sparring, no displays of might that would lead to bad accidents after knocking the wind out of someone. Simply art. Through this discomfort, he would hopefully experience something new. A sense of confidence, a familiarity with the public that made it easier to swallow, or a new renown to cherish. Art came easy for him in many forms, such as calligraphy and cooking. He never embraced it due to the archaic teachings of Papa Arashi. Looking around, many walked past in the comings and goings of students. Not many stopped. Nobody, really. It was disheartening, maybe someone would approach soon.
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Post by enma on Oct 22, 2024 3:55:03 GMT
[attr="class","body"] Masao and Enma have done a lot together. She's thrust him into a journey of finding love and trust with another. She's gifted him with a window into the next stage of his journey by making Okami, the sword that rests in wait while Raiju's portrait becomes filled with visages of his life experiences. Okami was still well-maintained as a labor of love for it and its creator. Thinking about the step they took together and the added trauma they would share, he knew he needed to broaden his arsenal even more. Many possessed abilities known as Super Moves, a marketable and digestible way of showing how one masters and pushes the limits of their quirk. For a while, Enma focused on relying solely on his innate ability and denied that his quirk was part of it. Quirks felt like magic, which they still possessed mystique having only been around for a few decades by this point. A lot of great and terrible discoveries were made and still needed to be made. With the raid upcoming, Enma needed to make sure that if anybody dared threaten the people he loved, they would regret it. No, that's the darkness and the fear in your heart speaking... Clearing his throat and continuing to setup their training session, he adjusted his thoughts. What Enma needed was a way of pushing himself beyond the normal, mortal limits that many had to live by. The greater the evil, the greater the force was needed to repel it. Masao inspired him, as usual, to take this step. The Paragon moniker and armor was a sensitive subject, something he could relate on. Bridging the gap between Inkheart and Enma would help prepare him for the terrible battles ahead. As she texted him, he smiled and sent her a quick message back with a red heart. When she arrived, he wouldn't hesitate to greet her with a kiss. "I think...I am ready to work on my quirk rather than my body for once. I was inspired by you, my love."
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Oct 21, 2024 22:14:03 GMT
Post by enma on Oct 21, 2024 22:14:03 GMT
[attr="class","body"] As the students and the roguish Lang would enter the facility, the eerie nature of its emptiness would be uncanny and empty. Cold. The space felt wider than it normally would as the sensation of nothingness replaced the air. The thick smear of blood leading up the elevator was an omen to say the least, but maybe it was simply a macabre invitation to the depths below. Unbeknownst to them, a chameleon of shadow would observe the unlikely alliance and see as they closed in on the elevator. In the abyss of this nightmarish facility, a coated figure would continue experiments in preparation for something. A blood sample being analyzed, a shadowy figure distantly behind them. "Hm, a resilient body made entirely from hard work. Taking her paramour was more beneficial than I thought. How much to keep him?" The shadowy figure, carrying a mechanized katana would pace back and forth. The laboratory was full of contraptions and partially-completed humanoid and beastly machines. This person was designing monsters of mechanized ingenuity, an illustrator of a dark mind and artificer of artificial beings. The shadowy figure would look to the center, looking to the tip of the device that plunged Enma deep into his watery prison. A cylinder full of water to stabilize the pressure upon his body. "I think it's appropriate that I allow you to keep those samples, but I'll take him once you deal with the Ando girl. As per our agreement. For now," A rainbow glint on the shadowy figure's ear would briefly illuminate a set of crimson eyes and blackened hair. "They've arrived, my pet is allowing them to approach the elevator. That is my cue, I'll return if all goes well." The coated figure smiled sinisterly, snickering as his experiments continued. On the door of the elevator, bloody writing would give the group their final omen. Arrogant girl, I knew you'd doom the lives of others. Once someone reached closely to the elevator, their nightmarish trial would begin as the chameleon would unravel its shroud and reveal a complex, robotic panther that attempted to make the drop on the closest person to the elevator and threaten to tear out their throat. Vile tanks protruding from its spine, red-hot claws extending from its paws. A thick, metal tail whipping through the air. The rescue would be more complicated than anticipated. Reference
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Oct 21, 2024 21:56:40 GMT
Post by enma on Oct 21, 2024 21:56:40 GMT
[attr="class","body"] Thinking about the destructive nature of his fighting, Enma felt embarrassed. The darkness that lingered in his heart regarding villains was not one he has faced head-on, but Masao helped him reflect on it. She might not have done so knowingly, but it didn't feel good becoming a monster to fight a monster in front of the love of one's life. They hadn't admitted their feelings yet, but it was very real and tangible romance between them. It made the decision justified and in a sense, there was no regret. Enma knew he needed to do better, not only for himself but for those he would dare say he cares about. That was how he would honor his deceased family members. "Yes, it was supposed to be a sweet night, but ended up being a nightmare." Nodding and finding solidarity in Masao's gaze, he took her hand and squeezed it. "The assailant was an abomination, able to transform with red-hot steel weapons for hands."Was that honest? Enma had a part in the destruction of the street. Masao, even, used a bench to assail the Cyberpsycho. "But...I cannot hide my hand in unrestrained fighting. We fought together, but I contributed more collateral damage than I am proud of. I just...couldn't see..." He briefly turned to Mar as he confessed before looking into Masao's eyes and pausing. With confidence, he met the tired gaze of Mar once more. "I needed to stop them. I was reckless, but he was powerful and I felt like if I held back, Masao would die. I will do better to redefine my approach, but please do not punish her as she is the victim here." With trembling fingers wrapped around Masao's hand, he hoped to take the brunt of whatever reprimand was coming.
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Oct 21, 2024 21:47:20 GMT
Post by enma on Oct 21, 2024 21:47:20 GMT
[attr="class","body"] Enma appreciated what kind of teacher Farrin was trying to be, which made him respect the great hero-prospect deeply. Anxiety welled in his heart and the dissociation was near had he forced the matter. Sometimes, things could not be cured by perseverance when it comes to the ailments of the mind. What was an even more emotional boon was Khepri's sudden adornment of her crown of friendship. Enma nearly teared up, but he didn't want to seem any more unstable than he apparently did. "Khepri, thank-you for your kindness. Oberon-senpai, thank-you for your patience. However, I stand by my decision. I hope to attend once more in a better state." Returning the crown to Khepri and departing, he wondered when he would see the people who left a positive mark again. A rarity occurred: looking forward to seeing people again that weren't Masao. He wanted to see her everyday, maybe these people less-so. Still, he wanted to return the positivity and impression and that was a new, budding feeling. It would take time, but Enma wanted to cling to it. With those feelings in mind, he made a hasty departure.
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Oct 21, 2024 21:41:45 GMT
Post by enma on Oct 21, 2024 21:41:45 GMT
[attr="class","body"] A lot has changed about Enma since he started opening up to people. He wasn't outgoing, but he was calmer when it came to being around others. He wasn't going to be a social disruptor, but he found it easier to be kinder than he used to be. Before, when he met people, he was much more brooding and dark in demeanor. This was anxiety, a journey into the unknown that kept him from expressing himself well. He was far from matching his social skills with his swordsmanship, but his observations became clearer. Like knowing the battlefield, he could see more of the meaning behind people's interactions as he observed the class. The painting was a good start, an insecurity he had when wanting to appear as some infallible, indomitable warrior. As a way of lightening the mood, he took an attempt at humor. Drawing impeccable cat visages to represent the different students and even the two teachers around him, he made things like Cat-Oniki, Cat-Iphi or even Cat-Jun. "I think...I figured out how I can use my painting. I can lighten the mood..." He observed Oniki's abrasive nature and figured there was fear and insecurity in their self-image. They saw the troll as a monster, but what people needed sometimes was a symbol to give direction. Before Oniki would hopefully realize, he drew her in her transformed nature but depicted the emotion of the strokes as heroic and epic. The power of his quirk came with the translation of mind to matter, bringing forth an Oniki that wasn't some scary monster but one that could stand as vanguard to the people. "Oniki, I don't think you need to be scary if you don't want to be. Perspective is the key, right Fae King?" Looking for validation in his revelation, he wondered if that was the key to these tricks. Is that what the heart of the class was?
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Post by enma on Oct 19, 2024 0:18:04 GMT
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Post by enma on Oct 13, 2024 2:50:06 GMT
[attr="class","body"] Divide and conquer. That's what their team was going to do, and he needed to trust that Gungnir and Deathcap would be alright. Soundwave focused on extracting the last remaining survivor they stumbled upon, which was good. Every action mattered, their movements needed to be meticulous. As much as Ylva had disdain for Masao and by extension Enma, she needed to trust them as well. If any pillar of this team did not act with certainty or let doubt cloud their judgment, someone would die. Enma wasn't going to let that happen to anyone. Masao was there to protect him, he was there to protect her, they were together to protect the world. This array of Nomu were terrifying for good reason, as his lunge was met with an even greater athletic lunge from the Ripp3r. It threatened Masao, but exposed its belly. Without putting too much force, he used Okami's blunt edge and his intense strength to try and weaken what was normally a soft spot on an organic beast. This was pure metal, it felt. A weak hit to allow it to succumb to Kikurage's adhesive mushrooms. Sliding along the metal floor, Enma let the inertia bring him to a stop before lunging once more. Like a falling star, he would be keenly aware of whipping appendages in case he needed to deflect instead of directly attack. If he landed properly, he would start jamming Okami down upon the joints of the monster so that, when damaged, they agitate with its continued movement. He wished to congratulate Deathcap's choice in fungus, but he couldn't spare the time. Fight first, frolic later. The sad part, this journey through Takamagahara hadn't even struck the abyss, despite what they lost already. As they were all heroes, they all needed to be acutely aware of this. Weaken its joints, slow its movements. Make it fallible.
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Post by enma on Oct 9, 2024 5:19:57 GMT
[attr="class","body"] Enma didn't know what the Raid would truly entail, but he knew it would have consequences. The enemy they fought was dangerous, which meant casualties were guaranteed. He knew that in his mind, but he didn't know it in his heart. Rahul, among many that partook, sacrificed himself so that he could be here with Masao. The most difficult part of the journey was not over, and something told him that it would not end with even just this fight. That's why Raiju, who's Journey had reached completion upon the sacrifice of Rahul and the burial of the abominations upon entering Takamagahara, was not the sword he brought for this journey. That sword was home now, but in his hands was the sign of the bond between Masao and him. They went through a lot together, there was a lot to go through still. Holding in his hand was Okami, the next arc to develop in this saga. It's crimson-and-black appearance could be construed as a blood-dripped canvas for the Journey's transformative powers, but the real intent was to ensure that he only needed his quirk to repair the blade as it took damage. That made it easy to conserve. Entering this second stage of a terrible mission with Gungnir, Deathcap, Soundwave, and the most radiant Paragon, he felt like they would be okay. Still, if the Dragon and the Owl took a whole team of powerful fighters and a sacrifice, what would this entail? The skin on his feet were scarred at the beginning of the war, the first of many and quite painful. Helsing needed to show, which did in his demeanor of hardened emotion. This was a hunter facing a great hunting ground. Communication would be difficult, so he kept a keen eye on everyone. A vicious set of beasts dominated by a maniacal cyborg challenged them as raiders were slaughtered before them. Two of the three act as voyeurs, allowing the massive and unsightly beast to charge ahead. A detail caught by his eye, the effects of the psycho's attacks having caused intense emotions in the felled raiders. A crossroads of who to target appeared at the behest of Deathcap's actions. Signaling everyone to jump through hand signals as an assist to her, he leapt with a small dent to the ground from his step. Landing on the trampoline, Helsing knew Ripp3r was going to be his focus. Patience was the necessary virtue and this music attempted to disrupt that. Still and calm atop the elastic surface of the mushroom, he gripped Okami tightly as if he was holding the hand of his love. This was no time for fear, this was time for battle. Aligning his assault with Ripp3r walking along the adhesive growth underneath, he would dart forward and attempt to either take advantage of the immobilized beast or suppress it from going further. Surely, the clash of metal against metal and the relentless nature of Ripp3r and Helsing would create a beautiful array of sparks. But if the beast avoided it entirely, his dash would serve to overshoot the adhesive shrooms and he could respond accordingly. Before they all arrived, he told Masao in private that he loved her and that he wouldn't let anybody die. Hopefully, he could keep that promise with these wicked things.
tldr -Enma reflects on Takamagahara and brings the sword Masao made so he can conserve his energy with his quirk. -He helps gesture everyone onto the mushroom to help Deathcap since it's very loud -He leaps from the mushroom to attack Ripp3r, hoping to take advantage of the sticky mushrooms or keep it at bay if that doesn't work. -If Ripp3r moves entirely, he overshoots the length of mushrooms to avoid getting stuck himself
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