The air was thick with the scent of decay, of something unnatural—something wrong. The once-thriving city, a monument of civilization and human ambition, now lay in absolute ruin, its remains reduced to nothing more than dust and echoes of what had been. Towering skyscrapers, symbols of progress, had been unmade in an instant. The streets, once teeming with life, bustling with laughter, cries, and the daily struggles of existence, were now a lifeless, desolate wasteland. Their people—thousands of them—had not simply died. They had been erased.
And at the center of this annihilation, amidst the void where humanity had once flourished, stood him.
Yohiko Tenko.
A figure of dread, a harbinger of nothingness, a force of destruction so absolute that even the sky above seemed to mourn his presence. The sun's light felt dimmer, the very air felt thinner, as if the world itself recoiled at his existence. He was motionless, his tall, imposing frame unbothered by the dust swirling in the wind. His pale face was devoid of emotion, as though this massacre was not an act of hatred or cruelty—but inevitability. An event that simply had to happen.
His eyes, dark pools of crimson with spiraling black stars, churned like galaxies consuming themselves. They pulsed with an energy that whispered destruction, their glow reflecting off the ruin at his feet. There was no satisfaction in them. No joy. No hatred.
Only certainty.
And yet, he wasn’t even out of breath.
Krishna stood at the very edge of this abyss, his mind caught in a struggle between horror and reason. He tried to process the sheer scale of the devastation before him, tried to find something—anything—that remained of what had once been. But there was nothing.
No bodies. No wreckage. No traces of life.
Just dust.
This wasn’t just murder. This wasn’t just another crime. This was complete and utter erasure.
And then, the devil spoke.
“Hello, Krishna.”
Tenko’s voice cut through the silence like a blade dipped in ice. It was eerily calm, almost gentle, as if he were greeting an old friend. There was no arrogance in it, no aggression. Just certainty.
“I know you have a Catalyst... but you will never stop the terrorist group.”
He took a step forward, and the ground beneath him seemed to shudder, as if the earth itself was afraid to bear his weight. The air grew heavier. The space around him seemed to ripple and distort, like reality itself was rejecting his very presence but was too terrified to do anything about it.
Krishna felt his heart slow. His pulse, steady and calculated, kept him grounded even as his surroundings threatened to consume him. His mind, sharp as ever, refused to be clouded by fear.
His hands curled into fists. His knuckles turned white, his nails pressing into his palms until he could feel the sting of his own flesh breaking. But even then, his expression did not waver. There were no words of defiance. No gasp of shock. No screams of horror.
Just silence.
And then, ever so slightly—he smiled.
Tenko’s crimson eyes narrowed. It was barely noticeable, a twitch of confusion, a subtle flicker of intrigue. But Krishna caught it.
“Who said I needed to?”
For the first time, Yohiko Tenko hesitated.
Tactical Retreat (Totally Not Running Away)
For the first time, Yohiko Tenko hesitated.
Then, Krishna turned around— and ran.
Full sprint. No hesitation. No dramatic final stand. No heroic last words. Just pure, unfiltered survival instinct.
Because Krishna wasn’t stupid.
He had just watched this absolute demon erase an entire city—thousands of people gone in seconds—without even breaking a sweat. His "Destroy" Catalyst didn’t just kill people—it erased them, like they had never even existed.
And Krishna? He was many things—smart, unpredictable, kind of an asshole—but most importantly, he was still human.
And humans die when they’re killed.
So yeah, he ran.
Tenko blinked. “Huh?”
Even the villain wasn’t expecting that. He had prepared for some bold, defiant speech. Maybe Krishna would try something stupid like charging in headfirst, or activating some latent ability, or summoning some hidden trump card.
But no.
Krishna turned around and booked it.
His feet barely touched the ground before he launched himself into a full-blown escape plan. Sprinting through the ruins, leaping over broken debris, zigzagging between crumbling remnants of buildings—whatever it took to not be vaporized.
"IS HE—IS HE REALLY JUST RUNNING AWAY?!" One of Tenko’s subordinates watching from the shadows couldn’t believe it.
"Bro thinks he’s in a horror movie," another one muttered.
But Tenko?
He started laughing.
A deep, guttural chuckle that slowly built into a full-bodied, sinister cackle.
"Heh… Hahahaha… HAAAAHAHAHAHA!"
This was entertaining.
For the first time in a long time, he was amused.
"Krishna… You are very interesting."
His glowing crimson eyes tracked the figure vanishing into the wreckage, a predator watching his prey scurry. He didn’t chase. He didn’t need to.
Because no matter how far Krishna ran…
He would find him.
The Ultimate Weapon—A GUN
Krishna was fast. But a bullet was faster.
A sharp click echoed through the wasteland.
Then—
BANG!
Krishna barely had time to react. The gunshot cracked through the air like the wrath of God, and before he could even process the sound—
PAIN.
A white-hot agony ripped through his shoulder. His body jerked mid-sprint, his momentum stumbling as his brain screamed:
"DID THIS MAN JUST PULL OUT A GUN?!"
Krishna tumbled forward, rolling onto the ground in a haze of dust and pain. He clutched his shoulder, blood seeping between his fingers. His mind was racing.
Destroy aura? Instant disintegration? Reality-warping powers??
Nope.
This all-powerful, godlike villain just pulled out a damn GUN.
"ARE YOU SERIOUS?!" Krishna coughed, struggling to push himself up.
Tenko just stood there, his crimson eyes glowing in the dim, ruined cityscape. In his hand was a sleek, black pistol, held with the casual ease of a man who had just decided, Yeah, I’m done playing around.
"You were running," Tenko said simply, lowering the gun ever so slightly. "So I shot you."
Krishna gritted his teeth. He needed to keep moving. But the pain was spreading, and every slight movement sent fresh spikes of agony through his body.
"I thought you'd use some fancy god-tier technique!" Krishna hissed. "But no, you—YOU JUST SHOT ME?!"
Tenko tilted his head, like he genuinely didn’t see the problem.
"…It's effective."
BANG!
Another shot fired.
Krishna rolled for his life. The bullet barely missed, sparking against a chunk of debris. He scrambled behind a broken wall, his breath ragged.
This wasn’t fair. How do you go from vaporizing an entire city to using a damn Glock?!
Krishna pressed against the rubble, heart pounding. He needed a plan. Tenko was too powerful for a direct fight, and now he was using the most overpowered ability in the world—long-range weapons.
"Bro really went from ‘god of destruction’ to American school shooter." Krishna muttered under his breath.
Tenko took a slow step forward, gun still in hand.
"You’re smart, Krishna," he mused. "But tell me—how do you plan to escape now?"
Krishna had no clue.
Krishna pulled out a gun.
BANG!
Tenko’s head tilted slightly to the side as the bullet whizzed past his cheek. A thin red line appeared where it grazed him, but he didn’t even flinch. He just stared.
"…"
Krishna, crouched behind his cover, cocked the pistol dramatically. His shoulder was still bleeding, but that didn’t matter right now. Because now it was a fair fight.
"YOU THOUGHT I WOULDN’T BE PACKING HEAT TOO?!" Krishna shouted.
Tenko narrowed his glowing crimson eyes. He glanced at his own gun, then back at Krishna’s gun.
"…Are we really doing this?"
Krishna grinned. "HELL YEAH, WE ARE."
Both men stood up at the same time.
Both guns pointed at each other.
Both triggers squeezed.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The gunfight began.
Krishna dove behind rubble, bullets whizzing past his head. Tenko, despite all his godlike powers, was actually dodging. Neither of them had infinite ammo, neither had plot armor—this was now a battle of pure skill.
Tenko took cover behind a fallen street lamp. He reloaded with eerie precision, every motion smooth and controlled. His Destroy aura flickered around him, but for once, he wasn’t using it. This was personal now.
Krishna, meanwhile, was shooting wildly, popping out of cover to fire shots at random. Not all of them missed.
One of Krishna’s bullets struck Tenko in the leg.
Tenko grunted, stumbling slightly, but his face remained stone-cold. He exhaled slowly, then fired three shots in quick succession.
Krishna barely dodged—one bullet grazed his ear.
"YO, WHAT THE HELL?!" Krishna shouted, ducking back down. "I THOUGHT YOU WERE SOME ALL-POWERFUL SUPERNATURAL BEING—WHY ARE YOU LOW-KEY A PROFESSIONAL SHOOTER?!"
"I study all forms of combat," Tenko replied flatly, popping out of cover and firing again.
Krishna barely ducked in time. "YOU STUDY GUNPLAY TOO?!"
"Of course."
Krishna's heart pounded. This was insane. The city was in ruins, the air thick with dust, and here they were—two superpowered individuals, having the most normal American shootout imaginable.
"You know what?" Krishna muttered, checking his ammo. "This is kinda fun."
And then—
They both stood up.
They both aimed.
And they both fired.
BANG!
The gunfire roared through the wasteland.
BANG!
Both Krishna and Tenko stood still.
Neither fell.
Neither even flinched.
A long, awkward silence followed. The wind howled through the ruins, dust settling over the battlefield. Somewhere in the distance, a crow cawed, almost mocking them.
They both missed.
Krishna blinked. "Wait… we both missed?"
Tenko slowly lowered his gun, his expression unreadable. Then, in the most monotone voice possible, he muttered:
"That’s… embarrassing."
A slow, deliberate clap echoed through the ruins.
Both men turned.
Emerging from the shadows, Plague Doctor stepped forward, arms crossed, judging. His signature Cicada Blade rested lazily on his shoulder. His plague mask glinted under the pale moonlight, and his tone was filled with pure disappointment.
"You both have to stop fapping," he stated, voice completely deadpan.
Krishna’s eye twitched. "HUH?!"
Plague Doctor sighed and shook his head. "Your hands are so damn shaky, y’all were point-blank and still missed. That’s some next-level L aim right there."
Tenko looked down at his own gun. He flexed his fingers slightly. "...Perhaps I have been overusing my right hand."
Krishna was horrified. "DON’T AGREE WITH HIM."
Plague Doctor just sighed deeper. "Bro, I watched y’all line up the shot, breathe in, aim carefully… and STILL miss." He put his hands on his hips. "This is why I use a blade."
Krishna clenched his fists. "Oh yeah? Why don’t you shoot then?!"
Plague Doctor took out a gun.
BANG!
The bullet whizzed past Krishna’s head and struck Tenko in the shoulder.
Tenko glanced at his wound. "Hmm."
Plague Doctor spun the gun and holstered it. "See? That’s how you do it."
Krishna was shook. "OKAY, BUT WHY DID YOU SHOOT TENKO?!"
Plague Doctor shrugged. "I just felt like it."
Tenko sighed. "Fair."
And just like that, the fight continued.
Mika Regina gritted her teeth as she lifted a massive chunk of debris. Muscles tensed, Catalyst surging through her veins, she locked onto her target.
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Krishna.
"DIE!" she roared, hurling the massive rock with all the force of a supernatural assassin.
The air whistled. The stone soared.
And then…
It missed.
By a mile.
Krishna didn’t even move. The rock sailed right past him and crashed into a completely different building.
Silence.
Tenko and Plague Doctor stared.
Then, as if their minds were perfectly synchronized, they turned to each other.
Tenko: "Her hand is bent."
Plague Doctor: "HER HAND IS BENT." he laughed
Mika froze. "Huh?"
Tenko shook his head in disappointment. "How… HOW do you miss from ten feet away?"
Plague Doctor sighed and massaged his temples. "Nah, that’s crazy. That’s ACTUALLY crazy."
Krishna crossed his arms. "Bro, I wasn’t even moving."
Mika’s eye twitched. "I—I was testing the wind conditions!"
Tenko: "There is no wind."
Plague Doctor: "No, fr, is your hand broken?"
Mika’s face turned red. "SHUT UP."
Tenko pulled out a clipboard. "Alright, let’s go through the checklist. First, Krishna and I both missed our shots at point-blank range. Then, Mika missed a stationary target with a boulder."
Plague Doctor folded his arms. "Y’all need to hit the training room."
Mika clenched her fists, Catalyst flaring a spike from her wing. "I will literally rip you apart."
Plague Doctor just shrugged. "Can you even land a hit tho?"
Mika swung at him.
She missed.
Plague Doctor: "YEP. HER HAND IS BENT."
Krishna did not hesitate.
He saw Mika miss a boulder throw from ten feet away.
He saw himself and Tenko miss point-blank shots.
He heard Plague Doctor roasting everyone.
And he realized one crucial thing:
**THIS WAS NOT HIS FIGHT.**
So, with the calmness of a strategic genius (and the sheer desperation of a man who knew he could get erased in an instant), Krishna activated the Superhuman Catalyst.
**300 MPH BOOST.**
BOOM.
In one second, he was GONE.
The ground shattered beneath his feet, leaving a crater. Dust exploded outward as his body became a blur, his silhouette barely visible as he shot down the destroyed streets.
Mika blinked. "Wait… did he just LEAVE?"
Tenko narrowed his eyes. "No way…"
Plague Doctor smirked. "Bro ran like he owed me money."
Mika: "WHY WOULD HE EVEN RUN?!"
Plague Doctor: "Because he KNOWS."
Tenko sighed. "Knows what?"
Plague Doctor: "That he’s built like y’all."
Tenko and Mika: "Huh?"
Plague Doctor: "**Y’all can’t aim for SHIT.**"
Mika: "I SWEAR TO GOD—"
Meanwhile, three miles away, Krishna kept running.
His mind raced. His legs burned. But he knew one thing for certain.
"I AM NOT DYING OVER A ROAST SESSION."
Krishna was still moving at an insane speed, weaving through the wreckage of the ruined city with precision. At 300 miles per hour, the world blurred past him, the shattered remains of buildings and the remnants of the once-thriving city becoming nothing more than streaks of gray and black in his peripheral vision. His breathing was steady, his focus sharp. If he stopped now, he was dead.
Three miles away…
Tenko and Mika stood at the edge of a crumbling rooftop, their guns aimed at the rapidly disappearing figure in the distance.
Tenko's grip tightened around his weapon. "Alright, let’s end this."
Mika exhaled, steadying her aim. "Yeah, no way he’s escaping us."
They focused. They adjusted their stances. They lined up the perfect shots.
And then—
They fired.
The bullets tore through the air at blistering speeds. But instead of striking their target, they flew completely off course.
One shot obliterated an unfortunate pigeon mid-flight.
Another slammed into a rusted store sign that somehow still clung to existence.
The rest vanished into the sky, lost to the void.
A long silence followed.
Tenko slowly lowered his gun. "...Wait. We missed?"
Mika blinked. "How did we miss?!"
Before either of them could fully process their failure, a slow, deliberate set of footsteps approached.
Plague Doctor strolled up behind them, completely unbothered, a steaming cup of tea in one hand. His mask concealed any emotion, but the sheer condescension in his posture was almost tangible.
He took a sip. Then, with the air of a professor about to lecture two failing students, he spoke.
"You wanna know how?"
Tenko didn’t even look at him. "No."
Mika sighed, her eye twitching. "Shut up."
Plague Doctor ignored them, pressing on. "Nah, nah, let me educate you—"
Tenko clenched his jaw. "Don’t."
Mika groaned. "Please, for the love of everything, don’t."
Plague Doctor tilted his head slightly before delivering the final blow.
"Your hands are bent."
There was a brief moment of absolute silence.
Then—
Tenko turned to him, eyes burning with barely contained rage. "Shut up."
Mika pointed her gun at his head. "I’m going to kill you."
Plague Doctor took another slow sip of his tea, completely unphased. "You can’t." He gestured at their weapons with his free hand. "You can’t even aim."
Tenko’s hands trembled, his fingers twitching dangerously over the trigger. "I will obliterate you."
Mika’s teeth clenched. "I swear to god, I’m done."
Meanwhile, three miles away…
Krishna heard the distant sound of gunfire. Curious, he turned his head slightly—only to realize the bullets weren’t even remotely close to hitting him.
His lips curled into a smirk.
"...They’re built like stormtroopers."
And without another thought, he kept running.
Plague Doctor tilted his head slightly as he observed Mika’s reaction. The way she was fuming, the way her hands trembled in frustration, the way she was gripping her gun like she actually intended to shoot Krishna…
Wait a minute.
His masked eyes slowly narrowed. A realization dawned upon him.
"Ohhhhh," he exhaled dramatically.
Mika glanced at him, still fuming. "What?"
Plague Doctor took another slow sip of his tea, the silence stretching just long enough to be uncomfortable.
Then, with the air of someone who had just unlocked the secret to the universe, he smirked beneath his mask.
"You like him."
Mika froze.
Tenko blinked. "Wait, what?"
Plague Doctor gestured lazily in Krishna’s direction—well, where Krishna used to be. At 300 MPH, he was already long gone. "You’re obsessed with that boy, and now you’re pretending you wanna kill him? Oh, Mika, Mika, Mika…" He clicked his tongue. "That’s not hatred, dear. That’s infatuation."
Mika’s entire body stiffened like a glitching NPC. "That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard."
Plague Doctor chuckled darkly. "And yet, here you are, chasing him across an obliterated city, acting like you actually want him dead." He leaned forward slightly. "Which, we both know, you don’t."
Tenko raised an eyebrow. "You don’t?"
Mika’s gun twitched in her grip. "I do."
Plague Doctor let out a low hum. "You don’t."
"I DO!"
"Then why’d you miss?"
Mika’s lips parted slightly, but no words came out.
Tenko’s eyes widened. "Wait, that’s why she missed?!"
Plague Doctor nodded sagely. "Subconscious hesitation. Her heart won’t let her pull the trigger. A tragic love story, truly."
Mika growled, her fingers tightening around her gun. "I MISSED BECAUSE HE WAS MOVING AT THREE HUNDRED MILES PER HOUR, YOU IMBECILE!"
Plague Doctor casually shrugged. "Mmm. Sounds fake, but okay."
Mika turned to Tenko, looking for backup. "You believe me, right?"
Tenko, for once, had no words. He just stared at her, then at Plague Doctor, then back at her. Then, ever so slightly, he stepped back. "…No comment."
Mika’s eye twitched violently.
Plague Doctor chuckled once more. "It’s okay, Mika. You can pretend to be a cold-blooded killer all you want. But deep down, we both know the truth."
Mika exhaled sharply, forcing herself to calm down. "And what truth is that?"
Plague Doctor smirked beneath his mask.
"You don’t wanna kill him." His voice dropped into a teasing whisper.
"You wanna kiss him."
Mika immediately fired a shot at his head.
Plague Doctor dodged. Laughing.
Plague Doctor sidestepped the bullet effortlessly, still chuckling. "Oh, come on, Mika, you know I’m right."
Mika was seething. "You’re insufferable."
Plague Doctor tilted his head, ignoring her outburst. "But you know what’s really interesting?"
Mika glared at him, but he kept going.
"You can fly at 250 MPH. If you really wanted Krishna dead, you’d be in the sky right now, tracking him like a predator. You’d have found him in seconds." He let that sink in before grinning. "And yet, here you are. Still on the ground. With us."
Mika clenched her fists. "That doesn’t mean anything."
Tenko, now fully invested in the slander, crossed his arms. "Actually, it kinda does."
Plague Doctor’s voice took on a faux-serious tone. "And let’s not forget—Mika Regina, the infamous Hero Slayer, known for sniping targets from hundreds of meters away using razor-sharp feathers—has now missed five times." He held up five fingers for emphasis.
Mika twitched.
Plague Doctor leaned closer, grinning under his mask. "Five. Whole. Shots." He sighed, shaking his head dramatically. "Wow, you must really be off your game, huh?"
Mika refused to dignify him with a response.
Tenko rubbed his chin, pretending to think. "Nah, I don’t buy it. This is the same Mika who ripped through entire squads from the shadows. The same Mika who could kill someone before they even realized she was there." His eyes narrowed. "Yet somehow, against Krishna? The dude with no Catalyst? The dude who, let’s be real, has zero superhuman combat training? You missed? Five times?"
Mika gritted her teeth. "He was moving too fast."
Plague Doctor scoffed. "And yet, I distinctly remember you taking out a speedster before. What was his name again? Oh, right—Flashpoint. The guy who moved at 500 MPH?"
Mika’s eye twitched violently.
Plague Doctor smirked. "But Krishna—a regular human who just borrowed a speed ability—he’s too much for you to hit?"
Mika's grip on her gun tightened, her claws scratching against the metal.
Plague Doctor took a step back, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "Hey, I’m just saying—it’s almost like you don’t actually want to hit him."
Tenko side-eyed her. "Damn. Do you?"
Mika inhaled slowly. "I do."
Plague Doctor chuckled. "Mmm. Sure."
Mika snapped. "I. DO."
Plague Doctor’s smirk widened. "Then prove it."
Silence.
Mika said nothing.
Tenko raised an eyebrow. "…Well?"
She still said nothing.
Plague Doctor cackled. "Exactly what I thought."
Mika lifted her gun again.
Plague Doctor raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Trying again?"
Mika suddenly turned and shot at him instead.
Plague Doctor dodged once more, still laughing.
Tenko exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose as if dealing with the world’s most frustrating case. His crimson eyes flickered with mild exhaustion, but his smirk hinted at undeniable amusement.
"Alright, Mika," he started, voice eerily calm, "let’s go over the facts."
Mika, standing with her arms crossed and a scowl plastered on her face, rolled her eyes. "Oh my god—"
She turned away slightly, pretending she wasn’t interested, but Tenko was relentless. He raised a single finger.
"One—" He paused for dramatic effect. "You missed three times. Not once. Not twice. Three."
Mika scoffed. "That doesn’t mean anything—"
Tenko ignored her completely and held up another finger.
"Two—" He tilted his head slightly. "You broke into the most heavily protected institution in America. Not once, but twice." His eyes narrowed, glowing with unspoken judgment. "TWICE, Mika."
Mika shifted uncomfortably. "That—That was for a mission—"
Tenko raised a hand to silence her, smirking. "And yet… you weren’t there to assassinate someone. You weren’t there to steal classified information. Nope." He took a step closer, jabbing a finger toward her. "You were there for one person."
Mika tensed.
Tenko’s voice dropped slightly, dripping with smug satisfaction.
"Krishna."
Mika’s eyes darted away, her arms tightening around herself. "T-that’s—"
Tenko raised a third finger, the final nail in the coffin.
"And three—let’s not forget what you did when you finally got to him."
He leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice.
"Did you kill him?"
Silence.
"Did you interrogate him?"
Nothing.
"Did you threaten him?"
Mika bit her lip.
Tenko let the silence hang for a moment, then smirked. "No."
Plague Doctor, who had been casually spectating with the energy of someone watching a reality show, let out a small snicker.
Tenko folded his arms, raising an eyebrow. "What did you do then, Mika?"
Mika clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms.
Tenko smirked. "You cuddled him."
Mika’s face turned an almost imperceptible shade darker. "Shut up."
Tenko shook his head. "No way. No way you’re gonna sit here and act like you’re not obsessed with him."
Plague Doctor finally lost it, letting out a wheezing laugh. "Bro, she really pulled a ‘break into the Pentagon just to hold hands’ moment."
Mika snapped her glare toward him, her golden eyes burning with fury. "I hate you both."
Tenko just smirked wider. "Not as much as you love Krishna, apparently."
Mika visibly malfunctioned.
Just as Mika was about to launch into a full-blown denial tantrum, the ground beneath them started to rumble.
It wasn’t an earthquake.
It wasn’t an explosion.
It wasn’t even some super-powered attack.
It was something far, far worse.
Tenko’s smirk faded. "...Wait. What’s that sound?"
Plague Doctor, still chuckling from earlier, tilted his head. "Huh. Kinda sounds like—"
Then they saw them.
A swarm of turtles.
Not just a few. Not a dozen. Hundreds.
They poured in from every direction—slowly, methodically, like an army that had been planning this for years.
Tenko’s eye twitched. "...What the hell?"
Mika frowned, gripping her gun. "Are—Are we being attacked by turtles?"
Plague Doctor squinted. "This some kinda experimental weapon?"
One particularly angry-looking turtle waddled up to them, stopping just a few feet away. It tilted its head, as if judging them.
Tenko took a cautious step back. "Wait a minute—why do they look so hostile?"
Mika scoffed, arms crossed. "They don’t even have expressions, genius."
The turtle in front of her HISSED.
Mika flinched. "OKAY, NEVER MIND."
Then, without warning—
The turtle charged.
Well. Charged in the slowest way possible.
Mika still backflipped away like she was dodging sniper fire.
Tenko barely had time to react before more turtles started rushing toward them.
Slowly.
Painstakingly.
At approximately 0.5 MPH.
The "ambush" unfolded in agonizing slow motion.
Tenko watched as the turtles inched toward them. His arms dropped to his sides. "This is the slowest attack I’ve ever seen."
Plague Doctor observed them closely. "They’re surrounding us."
Mika’s eye twitched. "By TURTLES."
One of the turtles slowly, very slowly, raised its foot.
Then it gently pressed down on Mika’s shoe.
Mika screamed.
Plague Doctor nodded. "They got her."
Tenko pinched the bridge of his nose. "This is humiliating."
Meanwhile…
Three miles away, Krishna had been minding his own business, still speeding through the wreckage at 300 MPH.
Then he heard something.
He turned his head slightly.
He saw the horde of turtles closing in on them like a patient, unrelenting nightmare.
He turned back around and immediately kept running.
"That’s not my problem."
The situation had already been embarrassing.
But then Tenko noticed something that made his stomach drop.
These weren’t normal turtles.
These were Alligator Snapping Turtles.
A.K.A. Armored Demons in Turtle Form.
A.K.A. The Apex Predators of Shellkind.
A.K.A. The Last Thing You Wanna See Marching Toward You in a Well-Organized Army Formation.
Tenko’s smirk finally vanished. "...Wait. Are those—?"
One of the turtles lunged forward with its jagged, prehistoric jaws—chomping the air with a loud, bone-crushing SNAP.
Tenko jumped back immediately. "OH, HELL NO."
Mika had already flipped up onto a building. "WHY ARE THEY SO AGGRESSIVE?!"
Plague Doctor took a slow step back. "They’re snapping turtles. They don’t just bite, Mika. They break bones."
And that’s when they heard it.
A deep, amused chuckle.
Above them, crouched on a collapsed streetlight, was Kuruya.
His eyes gleamed with animalistic mischief, and his fingers twitched as if pulling invisible strings.
"Oh, don’t tell me," Tenko groaned.
Kuruya grinned. "Yeah. They’re mine."
Mika’s jaw clenched. "You’re commanding turtles?"
"Not just turtles." Kuruya tilted his head, watching as his army advanced. "These monsters have a bite force of over 1,000 PSI."
As if on cue, one of the turtles clamped down on a metal pole nearby.
The entire pole snapped in half like it was a breadstick.
Mika swallowed. "...Okay. That’s a problem."
Tenko’s eye twitched. "I REFUSE to be defeated by a guy using Pokémon tactics."
Kuruya laughed. "Oh, really? Then why are you retreating?"
Tenko turned his head and realized—
They were.
Plague Doctor, Mika, and himself were instinctively backing away, slowly being pushed into a tight formation as the turtles herded them like a pack of wolves.
Mika gritted her teeth. "This is humiliating."
Plague Doctor crossed his arms. "I agree. But also, I would very much like to keep my limbs."
Kuruya stretched his arms, cracking his knuckles. "Good luck with that."
Meanwhile…
Three miles away.
Krishna still zoomed at 300 MPH.
He briefly glanced back, saw Kuruya standing on a light pole, and noticed the turtle horde closing in on his pursuers.
He grinned.
"They’re fighting an army of snapping turtles."
"That’s a ‘them’ problem."
And with that, he kept running.
Back at the base, the room was silent.
Tenko sat on a crate, arms crossed, staring at the floor like a man questioning his entire existence.
Mika was pacing. Plague Doctor was sipping tea, looking far too entertained.
No one spoke for a full minute.
Then, Mika stopped, turned sharply, and pointed at Tenko.
"Wait. You can literally use your Aura ability to disintegrate things."
Silence.
Plague Doctor blinked. "...Oh. Oh."
Tenko’s eye twitched.
Mika's expression darkened. "You could have turned them into dust."
Plague Doctor set his tea down. "So you mean to tell me…" He looked at Tenko. "That you, the man with an ability that lets him erase things from existence, chose to spend twenty full minutes getting chased by turtles?"
Tenko didn’t answer.
Mika leaned forward. "You were scared, weren’t you?"
Tenko’s jaw clenched.
Plague Doctor gasped, then grinned. "Oh my god. You were."
Mika smirked. "The Great Tenko, master of destruction, was too busy running for his life from a bunch of prehistoric pond demons to remember that he could literally delete them from reality."
Plague Doctor started wheezing.
Mika pointed at him, mocking. "‘Oh no, what will we do?’" She laughed. "Dude, you were our trump card, and you were just as busy retreating as the rest of us!"
Tenko groaned, rubbing his temples. "Okay, okay, I GET IT—"
Plague Doctor wiped a tear from his eye. "No, no, let me just savor this moment—"
Mika snorted. "Nah, I’m never letting this go. Ever."
Plague Doctor nodded. "Oh yeah, I’m telling everyone."
Krishna, who had just entered the room, paused. "...Tell me what?"
Mika grinned evilly.
Plague Doctor smirked.
Tenko stood up immediately. "NO."
Krishna stood there for exactly two seconds.
He took one look at Mika’s smug expression.
One look at Plague Doctor’s evil grin.
One look at Tenko, who was already reaching toward him like a man desperate to stop this story from spreading.
Yeah.
Nah.
Krishna turned right back around and walked out.
Mika blinked. "Wait—"
Krishna broke into a full sprint.
Plague Doctor laughed. "Ain’t no way he’s running again—"
Mika dashed after him. "OH, NO, YOU DON’T!"
Krishna, now moving at 300 MPH, shouted over his shoulder, "I’M IN THE WRONG PLACE AGAIN."
Plague Doctor wiped a tear. "Bro’s treating his life like a misclicked location in a video game."
Tenko just sat back down. "Good. Take me with you next time."
Just as Krishna was about to make a clean getaway, the air changed.
A faint buzzing sound filled the sky.
Tenko, still exhausted from the turtle ambush, groaned. “Oh, what now—”
Then the swarm arrived.
Thousands of bees.
Not just any bees. Kuruya’s bees.
The base erupted into chaos.
Mika: "OH, YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!"
Plague Doctor dove under a table. “I’M NOT BUILT FOR THIS.”
Tenko, frozen in place, barely whispered: "Not the bees..."
The terrorists in the base screamed as the swarm engulfed them. Some fired their weapons blindly, but what were bullets against the might of insect communism?
Krishna took one look at the apocalyptic scene and nodded.
"Yeah, definitely the wrong place again."
Kuruya landed beside him, arms crossed, watching his insect army do its work. "So, uh... you coming or what?"
Krishna did not hesitate.
The two left without looking back.
Tenko, meanwhile, curled into a ball as the bees swarmed.
"…I hate my life."
The terrorists inside the base had seen a lot. Gunfights. Explosions. High-speed chases. Assassinations.
But nothing—absolutely nothing—had prepared them for this.
A black cloud of bees poured into every open space, flooding the hallways, slipping through vents, breaking through windows like a living plague.
"AAAAAHHHH!!!"
The screaming started immediately.
One terrorist dropped his rifle and bolted, only for a wave of bees to devour him whole.
Another tried to fight back. He unloaded an entire magazine into the swarm. The bullets flew harmlessly through, and the bees didn't even flinch.
Then they turned on him.
"THEY'RE IN MY MASK! THEY'RE IN MY MASK!"
One guy tried to escape through the front door—only to see another swarm waiting outside.
He dropped to his knees. "Not like this..."
Another terrorist, in full military gear, desperately waved his hands.
"WE HAVE GUNS! WHY ARE WE LOSING TO BEES?!"
The others? They didn’t answer. They were too busy rolling on the floor, flailing like idiots, as the bees descended upon them.
One poor soul dove into a supply closet.
"Ha! They can't get me in he—"
The bees crawled under the door.
He screamed.
Outside, Krishna and Kuruya watched from a safe distance.
Krishna: "This is the stupidest way I've ever seen a terrorist organization fall."
Kuruya: "Yeah. But it's effective."
Back inside, the commander of the base—a hardened veteran, a warlord feared across nations—stood in the control room, gripping the radio.
"WE'RE UNDER ATTACK! WE NEED BACKUP! THE ENEMY HAS—" He took a deep breath.
Then, with all the dignity he had left, he whispered into the radio:
"The enemy has... bees."
Silence.
Then static.
Then the response.
"...What?"