In an airplane flying towards Denmark, two individuals were bickering in their seats.
"No, I can't just give you the window seat."
"Why not? Isn't it gentlemanly to hand your seat over to a lady?"
"Please, you barely count as one."
These two were William Hoard, the amnesiac 5'2 boy who was now essentially getting taken advantage of by his boss—
"Hey! I'm more of a lady than you could ever handle!"
And Lerna Faria, his junior who was now his journalism partner.
The two were taking a plane to Denmark for one simple reason:
Punishment.
They had to interview seven people throughout the globe, with all of them being troublesome.
All of them also had their names etched in the minds of all who met them.
William sighed as Lerna kept yapping. He turned to look at the file in his hands, their first target.
Lerna stopped for a moment to look as well, her glasses aimed at the file.
Well, at least she seemed to take her job seriously.
Both William and Lerna were intently reading the file, which held great importance.
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Name: Doe Peace
Age: 18
Ethnicity: Danish
Race: Huddler-Giant Hybrid
Conviction: Sloth
Mark: Broken Clock in-between eyes
Background: A young girl living in Oksbøl, Denmark. In her first year at █████ University, her Conviction awakened and caused her entire town to be evacuated.
Known Abilities:
Halting the flow of change
Family: ███ Peace (Mother), ████ Peace (Father), ████ Peace (Aunt)
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"No matter how many times I read this, it's just too confusing."
He lowered the file slightly, his expression caught somewhere between disbelief and genuine confusion. None of it sat right with him, and he had no idea how he was supposed to make sense of any of it.
"It's not much, but from what I can tell, she seems pretty temperamental."
As she spoke, the green-haired girl edged closer, leaning in to get a clearer look at the text, her eyes carefully tracing each line.
William, however, found his thoughts stuck on a single detail. Out of everything written there, one thing stood out far more than the rest.
The line under known abilities.
"What does 'Halting the flow of change' mean?"
Lerna shrugged, just as confused as William about it.
"Dunno, it doesn't even have a description..."
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While the two journalists wondered, the town the airplane they were on was flying above was the very place where the girl was.
Purple hair in a bun, slouched frame, blank purple eyes, and totally unmoving from her couch.
Unblinking, unflinching, unmoving.
Those were the only words to describe her.
A force that held everything in place and unchanging.
For in her bubble, nothing changes, death stays clear of her presence, decay dares not to act without her permission, and even time halts without even a demand.
This is—
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"Fuck— That landing was the roughest I've ever had."
Lerna complained as she exited the airport, her appearance reflecting the ordeal. Her clothes were uneven, her hair was messy, and her glasses hung precariously on her face until she adjusted them with an annoyed huff.
"Tell me about it…"
William muttered from behind her. He looked no better—eyes unfocused, back slouched, and a groan slipping out of him with every step he took forward.
The two walked as they fixed themselves up, as much as they wanted to just take a small break and rest, they were just a few kilometers away from where they needed to go, and for some reason, Miss Farah forbade them from using transportation on land.
So, with every step, they felt their fatigue grow, their backs feeling heavier and legs moving more slowly.
"Heh… What, can't handle this much?"
William taunted, looking at his partner, legs shaking as his breaths were jagged.
"Please, I've been through worse as a kid…"
Lerna responded, her sweat glistened against the sunlight, hair slowly swaying in the wind.
"Plus…"
William's eyes widened as she took off her shirt, revealing a tanktop with a sports bra underneath. Even with her small size, thanks to the Giant genetics, she did have some muscle, and across her forearm, scales could be found.
"I came prepared."
She would then begin running, leaving William behind, not without blowing a raspberry at him first though.
"That little… I'M NOT GONNA LET YOU JUST GET ONE ON ME!"
William quickly followed suit, using all of his strength to run. His steps created cracks on the concrete below him, thanks to the power he was releasing.
As soon as the sounds of feet cracking the ground hit Lerna's ears, she turned around, her eyes widened as she saw what could only be described as a competitor.
Gritting her teeth, she picked up her speed even more, because come heaven or hell, the world may burn or freeze over, reality itself could break—
William saw her frightening speed and could only laugh, that was the same speed she had when dragging him yesterday… Well, maybe he can surpass it.
Flexing his leg muscles, he increased the power of his steps, essentially pushing him off the ground to fly towards her, because even if heaven falls or hell freezes over—
"I WON'T LET YOU WIN!"
The two yelled out at the same time as they were now side by side, running through the streets, moving through traffic, and even moving faster than many of the cars.
Lerna was being reckless, jumping on top of cars, weaving through them without any warning, she's just moving to win.
Meanwhile, William was much more careful, though his steps did create potholes in the street, he tried his best to minimize them, and not step on cars because they'd probably break.
No matter who wins, everyone else is the loser.