Minerva had claimed that her magic was the greatest, and she intended to prove it.
But who knew it'd be so hilariously useful?
"I have memorized the best tactics for winning this game," Rufus smirked. "Checkmate!"
Minerva's king piece was indeed trapped. But she changed it all in one move: "Territory!"
"Where's Frosch?" Rogue shouted as he charged around looking for the green exceed.
"Hmmm..." Minerva snapped her fingers. "Territory!"
Rogue disappeared and was replaced by a soaking wet Frosch.
"Found you," Minerva picked up Frosch.
"Where's Rogue?" Frosch asked.
Minerva shrugged. "I don't know, but he's at wherever you were,"
Too bad for Rogue, Frosch had been jumping in an algae-infested, moss-covered, filthy frog pond...
Olga wouldn't stop blasting music on his boombox. So Minerva decided to steal the darn thing.
It only took a few minutes for the Thunder God mage to notice. "Where'd my boombox go?"
"Territory," Minerva smirked. The stolen item was teleported into Frosch's paws. It was small enough for Frosch to carry.
Olga was entirely convinced Frosch was the culprit, but who could get mad at Frosch?
Better yet, who could figure out it was actually Minerva?
I wrote this one-shot because I was thinking about Minerva's magic one day. I couldn't think of much else to add to this, so I'll just end this one-shot here. See you next time.