Keitaro thought about his nigh-invulnerability to all the attacks made by the lodge residents. Why did it happen? How did it come about? These thoughts were lost into the recesses of his mind as he accidentally caught Motoko binding her chest.
"HIKEN ZANKUUSEN!" Motoko shrieked. And poor Keitaro went sailing into his seat (face down, unfortunately). After breakfast he just lazed in front of the TV.
He was woken up by a knock at the door.
"Yes, what can I do for you?" he asked, opening the door. There stood a girl, perhaps 12. Her messy shoulder-length black hair framed her surprisingly serious face, and her brown eyes glared severely out of oval-shaped glasses.
"You are Urashima Keitaro, yes?" the girl asked. Keitaro nodded, slightly frightened by this girl. "What I am going to tell you is going to shock you. Therefore we must go inside that you may sit down." They sat in the living room (or TV room or whatever they call the room where they watch TV).
"Urashima Keitaro, you are one of nine artificially created humans. I too, am one of them. We were genetically enhanced to be the perfect soldiers. But something went wrong, and we were sent to different parts of the world to be adopted and forgotten. I am trying to find the rest of us and train us in using our powers," the girl said calmly.
"Whoa! No wonder he's nigh-invulnerable!" said Kitsune aloud. The girl turned and somehow spotted her eavesdropping from upstairs.
"Come here, girlie," said the girl levelly, predatorially. There was a dangerous look in her eyes as she kept them fixed on Kitsune's face. Suddenly she swung around, checking for more eavesdroppers.
"ALL OF YOU! COME OUT NOW!" the girl shrieked. The residents of Hinata Lodge, even Motoko, crept out, disgraced and ashamed but shocked at her revelation.
"HAVE ANY OF YOU NEVER HEARD OF PRIVACY? CAN'T YOU RESPECT IT? AFTER MAKING A SONG AND DANCE ABOUT HIM NOT RESPECTING YOUR PRIVACY YOU DON'T DO IT EITHER! TALK ABOUT THE POT CALLING THE KETTLE BLACK!" the girl ranted. Keitaro frowned suddenly. He'd just thought of something.
"Wait a minute. How do we know you're not feeding us a pack of lies?" Keitaro challenged. The girl wordlessly held out her hand and they clearly saw it change into a succession of shapes and colors, then changing back to her hand again.
"That is how you know," the girl said coolly. "Any questions?"
"You look 12. There's no way Keitaro could be that old," Naru challenged. The girl silently 'grew' to age 23, then 'shrunk' back to 12.
"What's yer name?" Su asked cheerfully.
"Airinsan," replied Airinsan.
"What are your abilities?" Motoko inquired.
"Let's see…nigh-invulnerability ( it's what went wrong, BTW), super hearing, X-ray vision… basically all of Superman's abilities with the exception of being able to fly and addition of mimicry," said Airinsan.
"What the HECK is mimicry?" yelled Sarah.
"We can mimic anyone or thing. Sound like them, look like them, act like them. We were also made to be spies," Airinsan told her calmly.