Awakening

Snowflakes were falling, and fierce winds were raging, T'Challa's face turned dark. Did these superhumans all have to bring about celestial phenomena after being enhanced? Is having superpowers that impressive? They aren't looking down on us, ordinary folks, are they?

After all, the royal family just sat up straight after their enhancements, no abnormal celestial events needed to happen.

With a "whoosh," a strong gust of wind blew out from within Storm's body, scattering the sand. T'Challa, who was close by, got a face full of sand, while Daisy quickly hid behind a pillar.

When she emerged, she noticed that Storm was still floating in mid-air, unconscious.

Unlike her conservative undergarments, Ororo wore a quite revealing outfit – a transparent bra with shoulder straps and a small T-shirt. She wasn't just violently powerful with her abilities; her inner self seemed quite wild too.

Daisy curiously glanced at her attire for a moment. Mutants with mage attributes could dress like this, but for agents who were often engaged in close combat, it wouldn't do. It wasn't about personal preference, just practicality.

As she pondered this, a hurricane began forming outside. They seemed intent on reaching Storm's side. Multiple hurricanes converged and surged toward Wakanda's Sacred Mountain.

"Stop the hurricanes!" T'Challa urgently ordered. Yet their weapons were utterly useless against the hurricanes. Vibranium might be potent, but it had no effect against immaterial, intangible hurricanes.

"Ororo, wake up!" T'Challa could only keep calling out to his beloved.

Calculating the hurricane's speed, Daisy estimated she could handle it. She strode forward with purpose.

"Clear out!" she shouted. Clenching her right fist, she sent a punch toward the oncoming hurricane.

Several tons of force were unleashed in a single blow, following the principles of harmonic resonance. The force traveled along a specific path and then exploded upon impact.

Transparent energy struck the air, and the immense power shattered the area, akin to smashing glass.

Though soundless, everyone who witnessed the scene seemed to hear the shattering.

Even though the hurricanes were previously unstoppable, they were now violently halted by even greater force.

"Keep calling out to her," Daisy said urgently to T'Challa, who was now standing below. Because another hurricane was gradually taking shape.

Daisy started moving around the Sacred Mountain, smashing three hurricanes in quick succession, then shattering a lightning bolt. With such frequent and forceful use of her powers, her arms started to tingle slightly, but that agonising pain from before was nowhere to be found. She was quite excited – while genetic flaws might be unavoidable, enhancing herself seemed like the right path.

Just after she shattered another bolt of lightning, the dark clouds in the sky finally dissipated, and Storm regained consciousness.

As she returned to the Sacred Mountain, she saw that T'Challa's mother – now wearing a chef's hat – had also arrived at the scene. The old lady was no longer concerned with queenly decorum as she pointed at Storm and unleashed a barrage of scathing words.

Daisy's Wakandan was barely passable, it was barely enough to communicate verbally and in writing. She didn't understand many of the slang phrases the queen used. But judging from her expression, she was probably being called a sly fox and blamed for all sorts of national calamities.

Beside the chef's hat-wearing queen stood a dark-skinned girl who seemed to be T'Challa's girlfriend from the movie, though it was hard for Daisy to confirm.

The queen hailed from the River Tribe, one of the five major tribes, and her weapon of choice in battle was a pair of energy rings.

The current leader of the River Tribe was the quirky gentleman from the movie who balanced a plate on his lower lip – her brother. As one of the "royalty," the queen had always intended to bring her son and niece together to maintain the Wakandan royal lineage.

Unfortunately, Storm, this foxy woman, had ruined her beautiful plans! Watching as she stirred up chaos on the Sacred Mountain, the queen immediately stormed out to confront her.

Daisy had no intention of getting involved in a mother-in-law dispute. Once again, she adjusted her vibrational frequency, striving to become inconspicuous.

However, her light skin color made her stand out among this group of gifted individuals with darker complexions.

The chef's hat-wearing queen spotted her and quickly redirected her scolding toward Daisy, who now found herself pulled into the discussion.

The other party continued her tirade, and Daisy's eyebrows twitched slightly. This woman was truly an unruly shrew, hurling curses at Storm three times and throwing in a mention of Daisy as well. The gist was that outsiders were all no good!

T'Challa hurriedly pulled the older woman away. Daisy was, after all, an operative – her profession demanded restraint. Though her patience was admirable, Storm, as the thousand-year-old holy woman of the Kenyan tribe and the deputy leader of the X-Men, had quite the temper. She was now glaring at the queen, her face cold, and the dark clouds that had previously dissipated outside the Sacred Mountain were once again gathering.

T'Challa felt that Daisy and Ororo were like two walking nuclear bombs. Observing their powers, it was clear they hadn't the calmest personalities. Once they were pushed too far, an earthquake and a storm would spell the end of Wakanda.

T'Challa practically dragged his mother away. Her black cousin seemed to want to explain something to Storm, but seeing the latter's icy expression, she quickly retreated.

Storm was not as reserved as Daisy. But now, with just a few pieces of cloth hanging on her body, she felt a bit chilly. She put her clothes back on.

Compared to Daisy, Storm's enhancement process had been more complex, but the results were good. Her originally fragile physique had been bolstered, and her control over her abilities had greatly improved. Even a gentle breeze made her movements graceful as she floated over to Daisy.

"Thank you for risking your life to save me," she expressed her gratitude sincerely.

"You're welcome."

Daisy accepted the thanks. Regardless of her intentions, the fact remained that she had saved Storm from Red Tank. Their relationship had evolved from acquaintances to friends.

The priests were busy cleaning up the scene. The two of them dispersed the sand, but the once-sacred place now looked like it had been ransacked.

The ground could be tidied up, items rearranged, but the cracks on the mountainside couldn't be erased. Several people looked at Daisy strangely.

"Is this my doing?" Storm stared at the cracks on the mountain, her expression somewhat dazed. Was it caused by lightning?

Daisy really wanted to shift the blame, but there were too many witnesses. She could only admit that it was her doing.

"Oh? I was curious when you caught my lightning earlier. What type of ability do you have?" Storm wanted to ask earlier, but their relationship hadn't reached that point. Talking about abilities was a bit taboo. Now that they had a bit of camaraderie, the topic was open for discussion.

"Vibration, various forms of vibration are my ability."

Storm eagerly requested a demonstration.

Daisy raised one hand, then realized her ability wasn't the easiest to showcase. Shake the ground a couple of times? These priests would chew her out! Smash something in the sky to reveal an object? Performing an Oriental massage technique seemed highly inappropriate in this context. She found it difficult to broach the subject.