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Majestic to a point, Marsmon is a battle hungry digimon with good manners though the same can be said for many other mega level digimon who wish to test their ultimate might, his large form towering even other megas.though his size was more cause of experience points he had racked up, having attained his form many years ago.Â
âYou are new, I have seen many pass through this village and return, but you are new.â
@lightofthefuturers.
âCould we somehow have missed each other all this time?â Gabumon asked. âUnsurprising, I imagine. I have not really taken the time to explore this part of the Digital World before. I have spent the biggest part of the past few years with the Chosen Child I was bonded with.â
The Rookie-level gave the bigger Digimon a respectful bow and extended a paw for him to shake.
âYour reputation precedes you, Marsmon. Itâs my honor to finally meet you in the flesh.â
herosnameâ:
 Oh. This was the exact type of person Deku hated. People who didnât give a damn about those around them. The kind of person who relished in causing pain and anguish. The young hero can empathize with those who have been forced to take drastic actions in order to survive, but this? It makes the boy sick.
   âDonât count me out YET-!!â
To punctuate the last word, his arm lashed out, a streak of black energy following behind. It shot towards the villain, but went just past his head, grappling on to something behind him. The intention was to cause a distraction, as Deku was now using the pull from the grip to launch himself towards Batetemoda.
Foot out front and primed for a kick, his iron soles were sure to do some damage. In a quit motion, he swung his leg forward.
                 âSMASH!â
Oooh, would you look at that! He hit a nerve, it seemed. Good, the wildest the kid got, the fastest heâd tire himself out, and the quickest heâd get to the point where he could slice him up real good. The rodent slouched, claws out, anticipating Dekuâs first assault.
Now, he had to admit, he didnât expect that kind of raw firepower from a quirk-user who had nothing to do with the Precure. Batetemoda had a bit of a shiver as he felt the otherâs arm pass mere inches away from his head, though he was quick to smirk again when he saw just how badly the little hero missed his mark...
... Or did he? Crap---
SMASH.
He was just turning around when the first thing he saw was his foeâs boot being propelled into his face. Batetemoda was hit square in the nose, and sent flying at reasonable distance, leaving trails in the earth under him as he landed on his back.
Ow. Ow ow ow. That would leave a bruise on his cute lilâ muzzle.
Hehehe, that was perfect! Now he knew he didnât need to hold back!
Batetemoda would immediately counter-attack. He rose back to his legs and darted forward, claws raised. He expected another kick, so he made sure to bait the other into attacking him. Whatever he did next, the plan was to grab onto his ankle, wrist, whatever and piledrive the boy into the ground.
Letâs see how hard he needed to hit to make him squeal.
âI know ya missed me real bad, LilâMiss Penguin!â
herosnameâ:
 Clutching his side, the young hero glared up at the other. Heâs seen a monster like this once before. Some giant beast controlled by a strange villain that destroys itâs surroundings in a very distinctive way. Almost as if the creature was polluting the area.
Deku stood his ground, one hand reaching into his belt pouch and pulling out a roll of gauze. Wrapping it around the wound, never taking eyes off the enemy, he knew this was a hack job. But it didnât need to be perfect. Just enough to keep him from bleeding out.
âReally? âCuz to me, it looks like youâre destroying it!â He shouted back, knees bending as he lowered into a fighting stance. âCall that monster off, or else!â
âWow! Yâmanaged to figure that out all on your own? Bravo!â
The rodent crossed his arms behind his head and paced around, turning his attention to his Megabyogen while keeping the little hero in his field of vision. Looking at his handiwork, he could tell the life of the corrupted element would be snuffed out soon enough.
The deed would be done in around a hour or so. That left him with plenty of time to have some fun with the talking celery, and it seemed like he was rather willing to make it interesting too! When the threats began to fall, Batetemoda felt absolutely delighted.
âOr else what, soft boy? Youâre gonna glare at me disapprovingly to death?â
Did he hit a nerve? Did that get a reaction out of him? Could he make it worse? He hoped the answer to all three of these questions were Yes, just so he could prompt the other to strike first. Maybe all he needed was just one last little nudge...
As long as Dekuâs eyes were on him, they werenât on the rampaging monster. Now that was what he called joining whatâs pleasant to whatâs convenient!
âI ainât on my first rodeo. Iâve already dealt with so-called heroes before, and if thereâs one thing I know about your lot, itâs that none of you ever have the balls to do anything drastic.â
âAnd yâknow what? You seem pretty trash-tier as far as quirky weirdos go and I get bored super easily when a battleâs over before it starts. How about you turn around and leave before I put you into early retirement?â
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    âđâve never seen anything before in my lifeâŠâ Diamond looked up from where she stood on the ground, speaking out loud to the Cure beside her. Of course being a Pretty Cure was shocking enough and fighting multiple monsters. But this was much different than the usual ones she fought against. âDo you have any idea?â She said in a hushed tone. Usually she had the knowledge of many thingsâ not to bragâ but in her Pretty Cure knowledge, this was missing within it.
She did have some experience with that sort of battles where there was seemingly no end to the surge of enemies coming after them, but it was still not the sort of happenings she enjoyed dealing with, especially since these usually were a prelude to the arrival of more serious threats.
Cure Moonlight kicked one of the creatures, sending it crashing into its cohort, and gracefully landed back on her feet next to Diamond. Her fellow Precure appeared quite distressed by the sudden outbreak. Moonlight did share a part of her apprehension, but by experience, she knew worries and hesitation had no place on the battlefield.
âWhat they are or why they are there is a matter we will worry about once we have destroyed them all. Letâs go!â
She beckoned Diamond to follow her as she charged into the swarm once more, punching away creature after creature, and joining her hands together when she had them all gathered into the same corner.
âMoonlight Impact!â
The silvery light of her attack produced a flash as she sent it into one of the beastâs stomachs. A huge chunk of the group of enemies was blown away into nothingness, and only a last dozen of them was still standing. She turned toward the Precure of wisdom.
âIâll leave the rest to you, Diamond!â
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 One thing Riko liked the most aobut her new job as a teacher in the Magic School, was the amount of free hand she was given. Yes, there was a curriculum to follow - one that was set by the Headmaster, no less! - but the way of actually transerring the information to the pupils was up for Riko to decide. She had the academical freedom to do pretty much anything she wanted; as long as she doesnât blow up the entire school building again, that is.
Todayâs plan was rather unique, for sure, but Riko doubted that the amount of demage would be as great as that single explosion had caused. If anything, she thought that her plan would actually benefit the entire magic community.
Sheâs been waiting for quite a while now, but at long last, her special guest for today has arrived. She didnât know if he chose to wear his cub form on purpose, but it sure did make him look more approachable, which was a good thing. âWelcome to the Magic School. Do sit downâ, Riko said and gestured with her hand towards the free seat in front of her desk.
âWould you like a cup of herbal tea?â, she asked, holding a teapot in her hand, one that was prepared just for that purpose. While Riko did have the magical ability to prepare the baverage by magic, she liked doing so with her own hands - a little habbit sheâs had ever since knowing Mirai.
A grin featured her face at the sound of her guestâs words. âI suppose life is full of surprises in itâ, she answered. Hers surely was, and she figured that her guest mustâve found her invitation rather surprising, too.
âYou can call me Riko, thatâs how Iâm mostly known around hereâ, the witch added as she sat down. âAnd itâs nice to see you, as wellâ.
After a sip from her cup, Riko took a deep breath. âI guess you wonder what was the reason for inviting you here. As you may have noticed, Iâve became a teacher, and one of the lessons I teach is Magic World Cosmologyâ. The Headmaster thought it would be a suitable subject for Riko to teach, considering her adventures as Cure Magical have taken her throughout pretty much every part of the Magic World, and beyond. âI wanted to offer you a position as a guest lecturer in my classes. There are subjects in which you are far more fluent than Iâll ever be, and I believe the students will be able to learn a lot from youâ.
Another grin featured her face as she stopped speaking, and stirred her tea, allowing her guest to take her suggestion in.
âWhat do you say?â
Of course, he knew that as one of the former Legendary Sorceresses, she had forgiven him for his part in the circumstances of their previous encounters, but on a more personal standpoint he would have found completely normal that there was still some tension between the two of them. Especially given what he did to her specifically during their one-on-one battle... So it surprised him a little, how speaking with Cure Magical - with Riko - did not seem as hard as he initially expected.
Kumata propped himself up onto the chair in front of the desk, his hind paws dangling without touching the floor, and he gratefully accepted the tea he was offered. His little furry arms were a bit too short to reach the cup, however, so he allowed himself something he hoped the witch wouldnât mind... He clasped his front paws together and broke the disguise charm that gave him his Cub-like appearance.
After having swelled back to his usual eight feet of height, he was able to grab the cup. All the while, Riko began explaining the reason for her invitation. He congratulated her on her current position very briefly. And when she finally made her proposal, Kumata stopped his gesture before the beverage reached his lips. His maw fell agape.
Him? A lecturer for the Magic School? He felt flattered, but also somewhat nervous at the prospect. Being placed in front of students felt like it would be a ordeal and a half... He couldnât give her a proper answer now. At least not until he knew a bit more about what she expected.
âCosmology is such a broad subject. I have no doubt you who were so close to Ra-Pa-Paâs reincarnation know more about it than even the best experts of our world. Surely your experience as a Precure gave you enough teaching material for the rest of your life.â
âBut I imagine you are not one to be satisfied with only what you already know. Am I mistaken to assume what you truly want with this lecture is for me to explain how Chaos Magic works?â
Considering making one last addition to my lineup.
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It was a villain of some kind. At least, thatâs what Deku thought. The rodent-like person was doing something to the area around him. While the young hero wasnât entirely sure what exactly, he could tell it wasnât good.
Before a proper confrontation could even start, there was a sharp pain in his side. Reacting fast, he lifted one arm to shoot an Air Force shot directly at the attacker to make them retreat. Afterwards, he held his wound, glaring at other.
  âWhat the hell are you doing...?!â
Batetemoda looked with satisfaction over at his Megabyogen as it continued its rampage, spreading its infection upon the disgustingly green landscape. He might not be depending upon a King anymore, but the capybara creature still had to say he quite enjoyed spreading the rot from which he was born.
The main reason was that infecting the environment made this world a little more bearable to live in, but really what he truly enjoyed was knowing full well this would attract the closest little cretin who felt like playing hero, and it truly wasnât a good day until he had crushed some idiotâs skull under his paws.
The hero of the week showed up faster than he expected. On his own. So preoccupated by his monster, the new kid didnât even notice him charging through until his claws were digging into his flank. It felt so satisfying, the way he so effortlessly broke through fabric and skin... It sure beat how stupidly difficult the Precure made it to hurt them, with their bulletproof skin and whatnot.
Oh, heâd have been disappointed if the boy didnât put up a fight though. Batetemoda couldnât avoid the projectile that went to bury itself into his stomach - whatever it was - forcing him to hop back to a safe distance. That shit hurt, for real! But of course, this was precisely what he had hoped. Now he knew green-hair was the real deal.
What fun it will be to break him limbs by limbs.
âWhat does it look like Iâm doing, kiddo? Iâm just makinâ this place a little less shitty.â
Send âWatch it!â to dodge my Muse sprinting down the sidewalk!
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@magical-rikoâ
Kumata had only ever seen the Great World Tree from afar. That would change today, for he got to see it from up close as he crossed the gates of the Magic School for the first time.
A lone sorcerer like him entering the most famous institute in the Mahoukai was already strange enough, but even stranger was that he was here as a guest. What more, the person who invited him was none other than someone he once hurt. His life was never uneventful, was it?
Having taken on his smaller appearance as to not bring too much unwanted attention upon himself, Kumata was at first received by the schoolâs Principal. After some awkward greetings, and a discussion that dragged on for way too long regarding the Wishing Stone Festival, the ursine sorcerer was directed toward one of the teachersâ office.
When he entered, Kumata wasnât surprised by who he found at the desk. She changed a lot in four years, but there was no doubt this girl was the same as the one he once fought as his enemy.
âI thought I would never see you again after the two worlds were split... I didnât know you were born a witch.â
âIâm sorry it took me so long to come. Iâm happy to see you again, Cure Magical.â
@fragmentedimensionsâ (continued from ask)
There was a wide variety of human foods that he had yet to try. Even in his research and time spent here, there was just too much for one wizard to cover. Having his friends around did help when it came to finding hidden gems or the latest trends. Though the latter was mostly thanks to the help of those in their class suggesting it to them.
Today, he decides to try some taiyaki. It was something he had been eyeing since his last time out on the streets. And while it would have been too easy to snap his fingers and have it appear in his hands, even he had to follow human rules...most of the time.
So, he buys a few of them and holds the bag against his chest. He peeks inside to count them and finds an extra. Itâs easy to let himself have that one, but perhaps someone else might like it instead.
âExcuse me,â he starts, trying to get the girlâs attention. âI was given an extra one of these.â He holds up the taiyaki as the name escaped him that moment. âDo you want it?â
Miyuki stopped in her track when she heard someone call for her attention. Looking at the person, it appeared to be a boy around her age - if not a bit younger? It was hard to tell. She turned to him, greeted him, and was quite surprised when she was offered a taiyaki.
âA taiyaki? For real? Thank you so much, I was just getting a little peckish!â
She gratefully accepted the fish-shaped cake. It had been a long time since she last had taikyaki, so she did not hesitate a single minute before she gleefully bit into it. The bean paste inside made the whole thing kind of hard to swallow, but it was delicious all the same.
âTalk about Ultra Happy! The last time Iâve had one of these, it was back when I still lived with my grandma. She made them herself.â
âAh, but I should probably tell you first. Iâm Miyuki, Miyuki Hoshizora. And whatâs your name?âÂ
@lightofthefutureâ
    âAnd you are?ââ
âCommander Kruger, Special Police. It is a honor to finally meet you in the flesh, Mr. Sakamata. We owe you quite a lot of our successful interventions of the past year.â
âIf you will allow me to cut to the chase, I have been sent by my superiors to offer you a job. Would you care to give me a few minutes?â
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Spoilers for the last arc of Heartcatch Precure.
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