However, this did cast a shadow over my future. But, as they say in the world of cultivation: "One step at a time, my dear disciple, lest you incur the wrath of heaven." Or, as I'd like to put it in this particular situation: "Come to the dark side, my dear padawan; we have cookies."
She is Jean Grey, one of the top hotties of this school, a girl that almost got me beaten once, apparently giving her a pen can anger Scott, fortunately, she and Kitty were able to stop him, evading me a beating.
But something more that even he couldn't spot was happening to his arm. Something grew inside the quirk that he was using at that moment. Something he would find out in the future.
James woke up feeling something warm and soft pressed up against his side. No it wasn't the cute Himiko. It was one of the cute new young maids that recently joined their household who had gone above and beyond the call of duty. She was still sleeping in his arms a sheen of sweat covering her body after a long late night spent with her young master. When he looked at the other side he saw Himiko curled up at the bottom of the mattress, she must have snuck in at some point after him and the maid had exhausted each other enough to fall asleep.
The door burst open causing him to look over in alarm. However he couldn't see anyone until he looked down and saw a woman even shorter than him and he meant woman. She definitely wasn't a girl. She had an extremely short stature considering he was taller than her, had thick round black rimmed glasses and a black bob haircut with bangs cut straight across at her eyebrows. She managed to pull off an expression that was a perfect blend of smug and bored.
My deadpan delivery didn't seem to shake Dumbledore's excitement, "Hahaha! Of all things, I never thought it would come down to something as simple as a ritual! Eat shit, Tom!"
Aomori said seriously: "I am the light of righteousness and the nemesis of evil. I Wandering around the world, cleaning up the filth in the world. My name is Aomori, and I am a hero who happened to be passing by."
Now my brothers, my mom, and myself, we all lived and only had minor injuries, we got lucky. But the almost 100,000 people who didn't get out, well they didn't get lucky. And their families probably felt like the unlucky ones for being left with a pile of rubble and graves to dig.