Calm Mind—it was one of Mewtwo's most valuable tools. With it, he could silence the chaos in his mind, steady his emotions, and direct his focus. The effect wasn't just mental.
It allowed energy to flow more freely through his body, sharpening his psychic attacks and strengthening his defenses against other energy-based abilities.
But the move did more than boost power.
It gave him clarity. And in situations like this—where the battlefield was a blur of pain, movement, and noise—that clarity could mean the difference between losing and winning. Even while under attack, Calm Mind let him think. It let him plan.
With this sharpened awareness came a deeper understanding of himself.
As Mewtwo had grown and leveled up, he noticed his reasoning abilities evolving. Thoughts came faster, and ideas formed with greater precision.
He had started connecting dots that once seemed unrelated, even about himself.
For example, that strange tube connected to the back of his neck—he used to think it was just a weird muscle, something unnatural.
But now, he had a theory, most likely a certain actually. He believed the tube acted as a second nervous system, a specialized network that activated when he transformed. It wasn't just for the show.
When in his battle form, his powers demanded a more efficient and powerful neural connection between his brain and body—something the normal spinal column couldn't handle alone.
That tube bridged the gap, allowing energy and command to flow freely. And despite its appearance, it wasn't a weak point. If anything, it was just as durable as his limbs.
With that in mind, Mewtwo took another breath and activated Lazer focus.
A wave of sense awareness spread through him.
He narrowed his focus to his eyes—his only tool right now that wasn't completely compromised.
If he could just see Alice clearly, he might be able to break the link to her Quirk. He let Nejire continue pummeling him, even stopped using Life Dew to conserve energy.
Every second mattered now. He needed to think.
Then, a thought struck him.
'Hey. Can you grow a forest with your Quirk?' Mewtwo asked Wendigo telepathically.
'Yeah... but it'll burn through a ridiculous amount of energy,' Wendigo replied, already breathing heavily from the fight.
"Do it. Now."
Wendigo didn't hesitate. He drove his horns into the earth, and from the ground, jagged trees made of hardened bone burst upward. In seconds, a thick, pale forest spread across the battlefield, forcing Alice to retreat.
Her Quirk was still active, but the new forest created enough interference to shift the dynamic.
That was all Mewtwo needed.
He locked his eyes on Nejire.
And when their gazes met, he struck.
Until now, he had only used Swift, relying on its perfect accuracy while his senses were scrambled.
Nejire hadn't expected anything different. But this time, Mewtwo unleashed something else. He gathered raw psychic energy and hurled a Confusion attack at her—far stronger than normal. Then he did it again.
The double impact shattered part of Nejire's energy armor. Her protective helmet disintegrated as the force of the second blast slammed into her face, sending her flying backward. Blood sprayed from her nose and mouth as she hit the ground and tumbled through the dirt.
At the exact moment her body hit the earth, Mewtwo moved.
He started charging his most powerful attack.
His palms crackled with blinding energy as a beam began forming between them, the very air vibrating with its power. With his senses still twisted by Alice's Quirk, aiming was a nightmare—but he adjusted as best he could, correcting his stance mid-charge.
And then, he fired.
The Hyper Beam roared to life, illuminating the night like a flash of lightning. But it didn't fly toward Nejire.
Or Alice.
It was aimed straight at Wendigo's bone forest.
The beam tore through the trees in an instant, vaporizing everything in its path—both the forest Wendigo had summoned and the natural one beyond it.
Mewtwo thrust both hands outward, and the blast of destruction widened. Dirt, trees, and even bones were lifted into the air—melting, shattering, breaking apart under the overwhelming power of the Hyper Beam.
Just before the entire area could be completely obliterated, he cut the attack off. In the same breath, he activated his telekinesis at full force.
In that instant, the battlefield froze.
Mewtwo's eyes flared with a piercing blue glow, and his entire body shimmered with psychic energy. Debris that had been launched into the air—rocks, roots, bones, splinters—suddenly stopped mid-flight, hanging weightless in the night air, suspended as if time itself had been paused.
The other three combatants glanced around, confused and alert, caught in the eerie stillness.
Before any of them could properly react, Mewtwo reached into Wendigo's mind with a mental command: "Cover yourself."
Then, without hesitation, he unleashed his telekinesis at maximum output.
All at once, the debris scattered in every direction like a detonation without sound.
He didn't guide the fragments with care this time.
Mewtwo let chaos take over—splinters, jagged rocks, hunks of bone and uprooted earth spun wildly through the forest, tearing through everything in their path. Even Mewtwo himself was hit by a few of the flying shards, but he didn't flinch. He kept going.
He had created a miniature psychic storm, and he was its eye.
Alice's eyes widened in panic. She tried to evade the swarm of objects, but it was impossible.
There was no rhythm to the storm—no pattern to read.
Rocks, branches, fragments of bone struck her from every direction.
Some left bruises, others carved shallow cuts into her skin. The damage accumulated quickly.
She tried to dodge larger debris—chunks of tree trunks, slabs of stone—but with the sheer number of objects flying at high speed, and with dust clouding her vision, her movements became slower, more desperate. At one point, she completely lost sight of Nejire, Wendigo, and even Mewtwo. All she could see was a few feet in front of her—then nothing but chaos.
Then, two massive rocks slammed into her side.
The impact mirrored what she had once done to Mewtwo. Her shoulder dislocated with a sickening crack, and her body was hurled through the air. She crashed to the ground, only for a sharp bone to pierce her leg, embedding deep into the muscle. Pain shot through her body, and with it, her concentration shattered.
In that moment, her Quirk faltered.
That was all Mewtwo needed.
The instant her power loosened its grip on him, Mewtwo felt control over his body's return. He surged forward, carving a path through the debris-strewn battlefield, heading straight for her.
Alice, now on the ground and bleeding, looked up—just in time to see a looming figure appear above her, his fist glowing with white-hot energy.
Her gaze met his, and for a moment, she saw his eyes burning with that same dual glow of violet and electric blue.
Desperately, she tried to reactivate her Quirk, hoping to scramble his senses again. But it was too late.
Mewtwo had already used Disable.
Her Quirk was shut down—completely.
She couldn't move. Couldn't fight back.
And Mewtwo was already there.
In the next instant, Mewtwo's Mega Punch landed squarely on Alice's flawless face.
The impact was brutal—her once beautiful features twisted in pain as several teeth were knocked loose, flying from her mouth.
Her body shot backward, hurled dozens of meters through the air, crashing violently into trees and debris along the way.
With her out of the immediate fight, Mewtwo finally released his telekinesis. All the floating debris—rocks, shattered branches, and bone fragments—lost their unnatural suspension and rained back down to the ground with a heavy crash.
He stood in the center of the devastated battlefield, blood dripping from his limbs. A few jagged bones and shards of wood were embedded in his arms and legs. Mewtwo glanced down at himself and let out a low sigh.
Without hesitation, he used his psychic powers to extract the foreign objects from his body, one by one. As blood spilled from the open wounds, he summoned Life Dew, casting it over himself repeatedly until the injuries closed and the pain dulled.
Only then did he allow himself a deep breath.
He turned his attention toward Alice, now unconscious and lying motionless on the ground about fifteen meters away. Nearby, Nejire was locked in fierce combat with Wendigo, who now fought at full strength—his senses no longer impaired.
"I'm tired," Mewtwo muttered to himself, his voice low and worn. He floated toward Alice to begin healing her, he used life dew on her, and surprisingly, Mewtwo saw how even a white dot appeared where her teeth blew, 'this power is even stronger than I thought' thought Mewtwo seeing how they could probably regrow.
As he moved, he glanced down at his forearm and activated the tattoo on his arm, which pulsed with a faint glow. The number reappeared—18. His level stood the same.
It seemed each new level took longer to reach than the last.
While Mewtwo tended to Alice's wounds, Wendigo finally gave in to instinct.
He activated his Quirk at full power.
His horns lengthened and twisted into jagged new shapes, expanding outward until they wrapped around his body like bone armor. His appearance shifted—more savage and dangerous. His sleek black fur gained a deep reddish hue, and sharp claws extended from his hands like blades.
For a moment, he no longer looked like a hero—he looked like something a beast of an old tale.
Nejire, gave a wide yet cheerful smile at the sight of her transformed opponent. She gathered energy in her palms and body, her signature spirals forming instantly, she formed an armor of energy and charged straight at Wendigo.
An energy armor against a bone armor.
They exchanged blow after blow, involved in close-range and mid-range combat, neither giving an inch. Nejire launched a barrage of energy blasts, relentless and precise. Wendigo met her head-on, countering with shields of bone and whipping his enhanced horns like weapons.
He wielded them like close-range blades, throwing bone spikes mid-attack to block or redirect her beams. Neither fighter relied on support now—this was a direct and physical confrontation, where reflexes and raw power mattered most.
Though close combat wasn't Nejire's specialty, she held her ground fiercely. Every time Wendigo lunged, she shattered his defenses with energy bursts. But he adapted quickly, layering his bones for defense and biding his time, waiting for any opening.
They were evenly matched, locked in a violent stalemate—until Wendigo suddenly jumped back.
He dropped to all fours, pressing his limbs into the dirt, and pointed his head forward. His growl was guttural and primal as he shouted:
"Deep Forest Emergence!"
His horns grew, his bones multiplying rapidly. Unlike earlier, the path of the attack was unmistakable. A forest of jagged bone trees surged forward, tearing through the battlefield like a wave of destruction, removing the ground and rocks, and stabbing everything in their path.
The landscape warped under the force, as thick walls of bone shredded everything in their path, consuming the space between them.
Nejire's eyes narrowed. But she didn't retreat.
Instead, she planted her feet and braced herself, concentrating her energy until a dense spiral formed around her body. Light radiated from her skin, her hair flowing wildly in the wind of her rising aura. Just before the wave of bones reached her, she shouted:
"Mega Tornado!"
Her entire form twisted upward into a spinning cyclone of energy, a living whirlwind, ready to meet Wendigo's forest head-on, both of them met in the middle devastating the landscape around, more than already it was.
End of the chapter.