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In Loguetown, a young man in his early twenties, carrying a backpack, yawned as he unlocked the door to his apartment.
As he slipped on his house slippers, Barry Allen suddenly remembered that a friend had entrusted him with a kitten to take care of. The kitten had been sleeping since last night. He wondered if it was awake now.
He took a small can of fish from his backpack and headed to his room. When he opened the door, he saw that the pet bag on his desk was open. The little orange cat was gone.
"Where did you go?" he muttered, but he wasn't too worried. He had a lot of experience with pets. Before he had left this morning, he had closed all the doors and windows and unplugged all the electronics. Even if the kitten ran around the house, it shouldn't be in any danger.
"Huh?" He noticed something and stared at his desk, blankly.
Wait, where's my chair?
The chair that had been in his room was gone, vanished into thin air. Just as he was thinking that he had been robbed, a soft cat cry came from behind him. He looked back and saw a small orange cat standing in the doorway, watching him with a vigilant and guarded expression.
"Little cat, there you are," he said, relieved. He shook the can of fish in his hand. "Look, I brought you something to eat."
He walked toward the kitten, but it suddenly opened its bloody mouth, and several sturdy, terrifying tentacles shot out, sweeping toward him.
Barry's eyes widened in amazement. At the moment of his death, a slight electric current flowed from his body.
In the next moment, the world came to a standstill.
It wasn't that time had stopped. Barry was just moving so fast that time seemed to have stopped for him. He ran circles around the Flerken, which was now almost frozen in mid-air, and fell into a thoughtful silence.
He remembered now. His friend had said that this kitten was "special."
This is called special? This is not a cat!
On Paradise Island, on the training field, a Greek sword, for what seemed like the hundredth time, was knocked out of Leo's hand and sent flying into the grass. His palm was red and raw, almost bleeding. Nevertheless, he had no intention of admitting defeat. He walked over to the longsword, his right hand gripping the hilt.
"Again!" he gasped, and once again, he faced Antiope, who wasn't even breathing hard.
Around them, a crowd of female warriors had gathered, and further out, many Amazon residents stood by, watching the battle with a great disparity in strength.
"It's useless," Antiope said, her face expressionless. She strode toward him, her sword falling with both strength and speed.
Leo tried his best to block, but he was sent flying, landing hard on the grass.
The surrounding female soldiers and residents shook their heads. But Antiope, on the field, had a subtle expression on her face. This time, Leo had held onto his sword. The price was a drop of blood that trickled from between his fingers and fell onto the hilt.
"It's useless," she said coldly, as he struggled to his feet. "Give up."
"You're right, Antiope," he said, smiling and holding the longsword. "If I want to protect her, I have to become stronger." He added, inexplicably, "Are you sweating?"
"It's just the sun. You're not enough to make me sweat," she said, glancing down at her body. To be honest, he was stronger than she had thought. But that was all. She saw no hope in him. It made her feel disappointed, and she once again began to question the princess's choice.
At that moment, Leo, dragging his longsword, sprinted toward her.
"It's useless," she said, shaking her head. She was about to raise her sword to fight, but when he was halfway there, he threw the longsword at her.
He's giving up his sword? Foolish, she thought, and with a wave of her own sword, she slammed the thrown longsword to the ground.
At the same time, Leo rushed in close, his sword-hand now a fist, and hit her on the shoulder with all his strength.
Her body was motionless, like a mountain.
"You lose," she said, and her right hand, now a hand-knife, slashed at his neck. But before it could land, her wrist was suddenly grasped by a hand.
It was Leo's hand.
"Now!" he said, his eyes flashing. He twisted his waist, and with a surge of strength, he lifted her entire body and threw her to the side. Her sword fell from her hand and was caught by Leo.
Not only Antiope, who had landed ten meters away, but also the female soldiers on the field were shocked, looking at Leo, who was now the only one standing. The one-sided battle had been reversed in an instant.
What happened?
"What's going on?" Antiope said, lying on the ground, still a little confused. Just now, a force comparable to—no, stronger than—her own had come from Leo's hand.
She didn't know that at that moment, when he had hit her with that punch, the blood from his hand had mixed with the sweat on her shoulder, and the precondition for triggering his "Parasite" ability had been met.
Antiope's physical power was now superimposed on his own.
"The general was repulsed?"
"How can this be?"
"Awesome!"
After the shocked and noisy discussions, applause broke out over the training field. The boy's unyielding courage and the wonderful reversal were enough to earn him a trace of their respect.
Looking at the crowd, and then at Leo, wearing the crown and holding a longsword, Antiope showed an expression that said, "I lost to you."
"Your Highness," she said, "is this what you call a miracle?"