Gabriel Agreste was trying to hide his frustration as he oversaw his company's designers putting together his latest fashion line via a video call. "Stephan, I asked you to use the pink silk for the woman's heart jacket. Why is it in white?"
"The pink silk never arrived. I called the shipping department and they said that the roll of pink silk was lost somewhere between the warehouse and the truck."
Gabriel's lips tightened in anger. "Why wasn't I informed about this?"
"Because we only got the answer an hour ago. I asked one of my assistance to give you a call. I can only assume that she left a message when she couldn't get through."
The designer held up one finger and turned to Nathalie. "Did you get a message about this?"
"I'm checking my messages right now." She listened to her voice mail and nodded. "Apologies sir, I spent the last hour on a phone call with your store in Milan. There was a zoning issue I needed to handle."
Pinching his forehead, Gabriel tried to quell his growing headache. "Nathalie, how soon can we get another shipment of pink silk?"
His assistant told him that it would take a week to get it. Apparently, pink silk was a very popular fabric choice right now.
Gabriel wondered if the universe decided to pick on him. "Stephan, continue to use the white silk until the pink arrives. Hopefully, this won't be a major setback for your team."
"I can assure you, Mr. Agreste, we will not let anything get in the way of finishing the collection."
The man ended the video call and sat down exhausted. He had been reading the other translated pages late into the night.
He still hadn't gathered all the ingredients to make the potion for his water transformations. The seaweed and pearl were easy to get, but he couldn't figure out what a tear of joy stood for.
Nathalie noticed the slight bags under her boss's eyes. "Sir, what did you learn from your midnight readings?"
"Not as much as I wanted to," he replied. He explained the pages that had been translated had explained how Kwamiis was born and why the Miraculouses had been invented.
However, the pages didn't contain any information about how to create a Miraculous. There wasn't any clue either of how to find a kwami that was not tied to a Miraculous.
"I do hope Mr. Thatch can translate the pages quickly. I don't want to wait four months until I have more information." He wondered if he should akumatize Mr. Thatch to speed up the translation process.
Nooroo sensed what his wielder was thinking gave Gabriel a pointed look. Work rushed by magical means tended to cause chaos. While the kwami disapproved of his wielder's actions, he didn't want the man to kill himself and leave his son an orphan.
Besides, the longer it took to translate the Miraculous Book, the better his and Duusu's chances of being rescued.
For now, he had to distract Gabriel from thinking about the topic right now. "Master, do you think it's wise to continue sending my flitter so far?"
It worked and Gabriel sternly replied, "I will continue to search for targets from outside my comfort zone. They may be harder to control, but each of them has performed beautifully."
He thought about his latest akumas. Bungler had confused the superhero duo with her hidden akuma. Then, Discipliner caused Ladybug to lose control of her weapon leaving her extremely vulnerable.
Peer Pressure, while destructive, had forced the heroes into a corner. Another minute or two and they would have surrendered their Miraculous. Bug-Girl had been his most compliant child Akuma yet.
Even his most recent Akuma, Discredit had turned public opinion against one of the heroes which nearly led to his success. Each one of his new Akumas had pushed Ladybug and Chat Noir out of their comfort zone.
"I will not repeat do a repeat of the Startrain incident. If I start to lose control, I will summon the akuma back to the lair," he promised the kwami.
"I'll make sure the next time I'm out I won't engage the enemy directly. That should help with diminishing the side effects of Duusu's Miraculous."
The butterfly looked at his peacock "sister" who shared a look with him. They both were worried that their wielders would break those promises and face serious consequences for their actions.
That afternoon Adrien and Marinette headed to Master Fu's home to discuss what Ning had discovered. Since they still had a lot of homework to finish, it would to their advantage that all of the Academic Circle would be present.
"Thank you for coming over today. I know this is cutting into your study time. If it was urgent business, I would have postponed this meeting."
"It's alright. With everyone here, we'll manage to get a lot of our work done," Marinette assured him.
"That is if Tikki will let them help," Adrien muttered under his breath. He loved all the Kwamiis equally but he was glad Tikki wasn't his bonded partner. He now understood why Plagg called her sugar or salt cube depending on her mood.
The kids laid their homework out on the small table. The academic circle hovered over them ready to help.
"Swirlly, could you translate the questions for my language assignment please?" Marinette asked kindly.
The whale kwami nodded and got to work. She then asked if Flurry could assist her with her math homework by showing her the steps to answer the trickier math problems while Hermmy overlooked the essay she wrote for her civics class.
The two Kwamiis nodded and went to work. Plagg had to physically restrain Tikki from going after the three assisting her wielder.
Meanwhile, Adrien asked if Googly if he could look over his art project to ensure it met the requirements to get a grade on it. Gooey was asked to proofread his assignment for literature class. Rexx's job was to highlight key paragraphs for tomorrow's history lesson.
That left Slurrpy to make up a study plan for the two wielders. Platter helped them because neither teenager took philosophy class yet.
Once that was settled, Ning explained what she had seen in her latest vision. It was a shock to hear about what happened in Australia, as well as India and Gabon.
"Do you remember cursing the Guardians, Plagg?" Adrien asked with one eyebrow raised.
The black kwami shrugged his shoulders. "I don't remember it, but there's a vague feeling inside me that I did do what she saw."
"PLAGG! How could you do something so stupid?" Tikki demanded.
"If I did do it then you should be thanking me! Your bug died as a result of losing all her memories. Do you recall that happening?" he shot back at her.
Tikki paused and thought about what he said. She remembered Yindi/Myrul-Juruga clearly. She had been very brave and a hopeful girl. The girl had the potential to become great if she hadn't died.
The little kwami tried her hardest to remember how Yindi died. She remembered Yindi going to visit someone and then suddenly she died from a lack of oxygen. Yet, she couldn't recall what had happened between those two events.
Seeing the kwami's confusion Master Fu's shoulders slumped. "Your visions appear to be accurate, my daughter. The person who came up with the memory erasing powder created a magical weapon."
Honnora flew over and landed on the man's head. "Anything can become a weapon in the wrong hands. I'm sure the memory erasing powder was meant to help keep the Order safe."
"Unfortunately, it gave some Guardians too much power."
Marinette asked how it was even possible for twisted people to become Guardians considering the strict teachings that were used to weed out the lazy and bad people.
Wayzz exhaled and replied that no one was completely infallible. Humans could hide their true intentions if they were shrewd enough. Lila had been a perfect example of that.
"If you're the last Guardian Master Fu, why is Ning having these visions? Is it because she's your apprentice?" Adrien asked politely.
Ning answered for herself. "No, it's not because I'm his apprentice. At least not entirely. My gift for seeing events of the past makes me the perfect medium for the spirits of past wielders or Guardians, who did great harm to use in communicating with the living."
"Their spirits can't rest until they make amends for past deeds."
Adrien scratched his head. "How can they do that if the dead?"
Plagg slapped his face. Sometimes, his wielder was too oblivious. "She just said they've been using her body to communicate. She's seeing what they did and they're begging for forgiveness."
"I can't offer that to them. I don't know them personally. Nor can I be very objective because following rules misuse of special tools goes against who I am as a person."
She looked at her father wondering if he could forgive them. Only he was shaking his head.
Instead, he looked at Plagg with apprehension. "Plagg, you are the one who cast this curse. Only when you are satisfied that the spirits have made amends can they finally rest peacefully."
The others looked very uncomfortable with that fact. The Kwami of Destruction wasn't the easiest kwami to deal with. He hardly forgave people. His idea of making amends would be getting him a year's supply of his favorite cheeses.
It would be a great reward for him. It just wouldn't fulfill the requirements for the scales of karmic justice."
"Why should I? They deserved what they got. None of them were innocent."
"Plagg, don't you see what your curse has done? It didn't just affect the Guardians who came after Gong. Ning had a vision of Guardians or wielders from before you cast the curse in 1792," Tikki explained to him as she touched his shoulder.
"Meaning?" Plagg asked sarcastically.
"Your curse tormented souls that were already at rest by making their afterlives miserable!"
Plagg snapped something at Tikki in the kwami language. Whatever he said must have been bad because she started yelling at him in their language.
The other Kwamiis in the room soon joined in. None of the humans could figure out what they were saying. Finally, Marinette whistled loudly causing everyone to cover their ears.
The Kwamiis stopped fighting and looked ashamed at their actions. They hadn't meant to squabble in front of the humans. The conversation had just gotten too intense.
"Alright, would one of you like to explain what was going on?"
Honorra chirped stating she would. "To summarize, Plagg called Tikki a two face hypocrite. She called him a selfish irresponsible jerk. The rest of us were trying to calm the two down."
Honorra gave the two Kwamiis a stern look. "The fight would have been resolved if someone, (she was eyeing Tikki), would have just said that they were sorry for trying to control someone (she quickly glanced at Plagg) instead of instigating another fight."
Marinette decided enough was enough. It was time she addressed the elephant in the room. "Alright, I'm getting the sense you have some grievances about Tikki. Would you please just tell us why you're mad at her?"
The tiny gods looked at one another, hesitant to speak up. Wayzz decided to speak first.
"Tikki, you're my "sister" and I love you very much. There are times you can be a tad bit bossy."
"There is such a thing as too much optimism," Honorra added.
"You can be very controlling," Flurry pointed out.
"Tikki, you act like your opinion is the only one that matters," Platter said tersely.
"You expect everyone to know what you want them to do and behave. When they don't you scold them badly," Googly said.
"You can be a hypocrite at times. Preaching about doing the right thing then you do something sneaky," Gooey explained.
"You push a lot of responsibility on others. Sometimes too much," Hermmy spoke up.
"Just because you're the first kwami that came into existence doesn't mean you're always right," Slurrpy stated.
"You have double standards. You love helping others, but when we are trying to help your wielder, you make us out to be cheaters and bad influences," Swirrly remarked.
"You're a good kwami, "sister" and "cousin", but you're not always there for people when they need you. Sometimes a person needs to be comforted and not chastised for having feelings," Rexx told her.
"I love you sugar cube. You complete me. I just feel as if you're trying to erase who I am to fit what your ideal of a good kwami is," Plagg said at last.
Tikki looked shocked upon hearing this. She knew she could be a bit pushy at times. Perhaps a bit stubborn in getting her way. How could she miss how her actions affected others?
What they said rang with truths. She had dismissed Plagg's feelings when she told him how she felt about him cursing people. Did she even try to see what drove him to that point?
No, she didn't. Neither was it her place to force him to forgive people he saw not deserving of it. She did the same thing to Marinette before.
Bad things had happened to her and she had not always cared about what her wielder was feeling. Only that she did the right thing.
"Everyone, I'm sorry. I didn't pay attention to how my actions made you feel. I'll try to do better."
The Kwamiis accepted her apology and turned back to the point at hand. What about the spirits using Ning as a medium? What could they do to make amends so Plagg would forgive them?
Plagg looked at Ning and sighed. "I don't know right this second what the spirits could do to make amends. I'll try to think of something soon."
Ning nodded. Until the little kwami figured that out she could work on keeping the visions from overwhelming her.
The next day, Nathalie was extremely busy. It wasn't because of the business or Adrien. No, she was busy trying to translate the pages from the Miraculous book herself.
She had the book out on her desk and skipped through the pages until she came to the illustrations showing different transformations. There were images for power-ups that went beyond water, ice, and space.
There was an image of a power-up for being underground. Another showed a power-up for dealing with fire. There was even a power-up for desert travel. She was most interested in a power-up that looked similar to a hazmat suit.
"Duusu, what is this power-up for?"
The peacock looked at the picture then replied, "It is for a transformation to protect against sickness. In the past, many wielders would have to go help people who were suffering from serious medical conditions.
It took several tries before the power-up was successful. It was wonderful to use my powers to help heal people without worrying that my wielder would get sick as well."
"That is really useful information," Nathalie emphasized. "Perhaps you can tell me more about the power-ups. Such as the recipes to making them."
Duusu gave her wielder a dirty look. "Must I repeat myself? Kwamiis do not know the recipes for the power-ups. Nor can we translate the Miraculous Book."
Nathalie didn't give up. "Surely, this Order of Guardians told you something that related to the book."
The kwami shook her head. "The Order was very careful to keep certain knowledge from us. They knew that there would be people who would misuse us. So it was safer for us not to know everything."
Her wielder muttered something under her breath and went back to looking through the book. Duusu sighed and settle back down in her wielder's pocket.
Even knowing that the copy Nathalie and Gabriel possessed was a fake created by Master Fu and his apprentice, that didn't give her a lot of reassurance that there wouldn't be more problems.
She must have dozed off because the next thing she knew she was being plucked out of the woman's pocket and the sun had changed its position.
The kwami blinked her eyes a few times to clear them. Tilting her head up, she looked at her wielder. "Do you want something Nathalie?"
"Yes, I have a few more questions about the book that I'm hoping you can answer."
Duusu's heart twisted, but she knew she had no choice. She would have to answer her honestly. Floating up, she hovered over the book waiting for her wielder to talk.
The young woman tapped the page she was looking at. The page had an illustration of a wielder using two Miraculouses at once. "What is this page about?"
Regrettably, Duusu had to answer her. "Unification. Two Kwamiis bind their powers together so the wielder has both powers. It only works if you have both Miraculouses and know the names of the Kwamiis you want to merge."
Nathalie's eyes lit up. She adjusted her glasses as she looked at the page again. There were two paragraphs under the image. They probably are related to the image.
Tapping the page the woman asked what the paragraphs were about.
"I can't read the book! My best guess would be it describes how to do Unification and a warning."
Nathalie was taken aback. "Why would there be a warning?"
"Because unifying two Kwamiis can be very dangerous. Not all of us can be paired together. Some unification's end up canceling powers out. Others could lead to physical harm or death if the Miraculouses are worn at the same time."
"Also, not everyone can use this power. A wielder must be strong-willed and physically fit. If you tried to use two powers at once, you would be overwhelmed."
"I'm not that fragile! I could certainly…"
"If you value your life you will listen to me," Duusu interrupted. Her normal placid nature had turned harsh. "My Miraculous is broken and that is draining your health. Even before you became my wielder, your body wasn't used to hard physical labor."
"Your willpower is impressive. However, your nature is to defer to others and do what they wish. I don't want you to die Nathalie. Please give up this idea for your own sake."
Nathalie appeared to be frustrated. Her desire to help Gabriel achieve his goal kept her from being objective.
After she failed in the attempt to use her feather to assist in the Reflekta incident, she had demanded to know why it had failed.
Duusu calmly explained her feathers were meant for healing or summoning a protector to guard the injured until help could get them. Trying to use them on a healthy person would always backfire on her.
"What about my special ability? Why have I not received any prophetic visions yet?"
"Nathalie, I've told you. It takes time to learn to access your special ability. Even when you can, a vision might not come for several reasons. You just have to be patient."
It was Wednesday morning in the city of Paris. It was a beautiful day outside. A day where people would rather be walking around soaking up the sun. Instead of being stuck in a classroom grading papers.
At Louis Braille École, Ms. Manson was grading tests while her students worked on their geography assignments.
Today had consisted of several tests and in-school assignments. She was barely through the math tests. She still had to go through the vocabulary and the history tests.
Then once the school day was over for her students, she would have to grade their in-class assignments. Besides geography that included their foreign language assignment.
Seventy-five papers in all. It would take a few hours to go through all of them. By the time she was done, the good weather would be gone.
Why did I schedule so many tests and assignments today? I should have tried to space them out more instead of doing everything at once the teacher thought to herself.
The clock in her classroom appeared at a standstill. All she could hear was the scratching pencils as they wrote the assignment. She looked down on the folder containing four out of five assignments.
This is too much to grade at once. I'm never going to get through it. I'm going to be up to midnight with all of these, Ms. Mason groaned internally.
No one heard the tiny flapping of wings as the akuma flew into the room. Landing on the desk, it crawled over and merged with the bulky folder.
Ms. Mason's head shot up. She looked forward as the butterfly mask appeared over her face.
"Grader, I am Hawkmoth. Your frustrations over the enormous amount of papers you must grade are understandable. I can give you the power to pass and fail anyone you would like to."
"All I need in exchange would be Ladybug and Chat Noir's Miraculouses. Are you up to the task?"
"They're the ones who will be failing to win, Hawkmoth." The students looked up from their work as the purple and black smoke whirled around the teacher.
Ms. Mason, who had been a kind woman with big brown eyes and red hair, was now the Grader.
The woman had shot up in height. Instead of 5'3, she was an impressive 6' feet. Her hair was short and electric blue. Her eyes were hot pink.
Grader's skin was coquelicot. Her outfit consisted of an electric blue shirt with a keyhole back and a short skirt the same color. Long gray leggings ended in hot pink platform shoes. She was carrying a coquelicot bag on her right shoulder that housed the folder she had been touching.
"Attention students! Ms. Mason is no longer teaching the class. I am Grader, and I will decide if you pass or fail my tests!"
The children screamed and rushed for the door. Grader jumped in front of the door. Pulling out a test from her bag, she flung it at the kids.
It grew in size until it hung over the kids. There was a single question on it. The question was about the American school system. "How are tests scored in the United States?"
"You better hurry up and answer that question unless you want to be buried under a stack of papers!"
"Fifty out of fifty?" one of the students hesitantly guessed.
"WRONG! You fail!" Grader shouted in glee. The giant test paper fell on top of the students. The students' screams faded away as the paper shrunk and flew back to Grader's hand.
The kids were plastered to the paper. Each of them had the world fail written over them in brick red. "Wonderful. No more pesky students to deal with. Now, it's time for the rest of the school."
In another part of the school, a teacher was finishing up with a math lesson when the door was thrust open. "Hello everyone! Why waste such a nice day going over lessons and grading tests?"
She flung two test papers, one at the teacher and one at the students. The student question was, "What province in Canada has French as its primary language?"
"Um, New Brunswick?" a student answered. The test paper fell on them after failing to answer correctly. The answer was Quebec. New Brunswick was a bilingual province.
The teacher screamed as she watched the test paper engulf her students. She rushed over to grab the test paper. That meant she had forfeited her test and she automatically failed.
Within seconds, Grader had two more tests to tuck away inside the folder. "Let's see how many more people I can fail!" Humming a cheery tune, she skipped out of the room and headed down the hall.
At the college, Ms. Bustier's class was in the middle of the final lesson of their half day, Civics. They were discussing the amendments to the Constitution of the Fifth Republic.
"The Nineteenth Amendment, Article 89, established the Environmental Charter. The Charter lays out France's commitment to supporting the right to a 'balanced environment'"
"This article first traces the Charter's origins to a legacy-building presidential initiative. Jacques Chirac decided to invest in a neglected policy domain in which his majority had shown little interest. He was obliged to intervene repeatedly to bring this project to a successful conclusion. In doing so, he staked out environmental affairs as an area of potential presidential supremacy."
"Next, the content of the Charter is examined. In this document, French traditions of universalism come together with an international movement for anticipatory environmental protection."
"This is reflected in the Constitution of the precautionary principle, which emerged as the most controversial part of the Charter. The debates this provoked tended to caricature a risk-management principle whose meaning has been carefully refined to forestall objections."
"Finally, the Charter's potential efficacy is analyzed. The post-Charter record of legislative and judicial activity concerning the environment is meager, but not wholly inauspicious."
Marinette wrote down what the teacher was saying. She was glad she passed the last test. Civics was an easy subject for her to understand.
In his seat, Adrien was having some trouble understanding what the teacher was speaking about. He was always mixing terms. With Slurrpy's help, he had managed to pass his last test. Hopefully, he could do it on his own this time.
"This amendment helped in developing what would eventually become known as the Paris Climate Control Agreement. Now, to move on-"
The civics teacher was interrupted by the sound of Alya's phone going over. Alya quickly looked at the alert before her teacher could confiscate her phone. "Ms. Cesare, phones are not allowed in school unless you have a special need or are instructed to use them for coursework."
"But that was an Akuma alert! There is an Akuma attack happening at Louis Braille École!" Alya exclaimed.
"Then I'm sure Ladybug and Chat Noir will handle it. The school is a distance from here so we don't need to worry. No, one is leaving this class until the bell rings, no exceptions!" the teacher warned them.
The students were stunned by their teacher's announcement. Usually, if there was an Akuma loose somewhere in the city the students were escorted to the shelters or sent home because no one knew how far the victim would travel to get revenge.
Marinette and Adrien shot each other a glance. There was still half an hour for class to go. They couldn't let the Akuma run free for that long. How could they get out of class?
Hermmy, who was hiding with Tikki, had an idea. "Do you know how to get the school bell to ring early?"
"I know where it's located but it's on a timer. It won't go off until it reaches the end of the school day."
"Leave that to me. Let's move!"
The two Kwamii hurried off and Tikki showed him where the bell was housed along with the timer. Hermmy floated over to the timer then used his claw to break the casing.
He snipped some wires and then quickly rearranged the circuit. "Cover your ears!" he warned Tikki.
She barely got her ears covered when the bell rang next to them. The sound echoed through the hallways. Kids were already filing out of their classrooms despite the fact it was still class time.
"Come on! We need to make it back to your wielder!" The two darted away making it back to Marinette's purse as the two teens rushed out of the school.
"Did you cause the bell to go off Marinette? It was a lucky break."
The girl shook her head and patted her purse. She knew Tikki wouldn't let her down.
The two hurried off to find a place to transform. The best they could do was behind a dumpster. "Come on Chat, we need to hurry!"
"Shouldn't we get more help?"
"No time!"
Grader was very pleased with herself. Not one child had passed her test. Half her colleagues were inside her bag while the rest had fled.
Hawkmoth's mask appeared over Grader's eyes. "Excellent work, Grader. Now there is no one to interfere with your upcoming battle. I hope you have selected the hardest tests imaginable to trap them."
"Don't worry, Hawkmoth. They'll never pass my tests." Grader heard the running of footsteps and quickly hid in the janitor's closet, waiting for the heroes to run past her.
Ladybug was cautious as they went down the hallway. "The entire school appears empty. That is not a good sign."
"Maybe everyone else got out before the Akuma caught them?" Chat suggested hopefully.
His partner shook her head. This Akuma had ample time to get around the entire building while they were stuck in class and traveling here. "Can your weapon pick up any heat signatures?"
The boy shook his head and asked if her yoyo had a feature they could use to search discreetly for the Akuma. She shook her head in return.
"Alright. Keep your eyes and ears open for a sign of trouble. We have no idea what this Akuma's powers are."
They walked down the hall checking the classrooms for any sign of the Akuma. They had only gone a bit past the janitor's closet when there was a loud band and giant test paper blocked their way back.
Grader's voice was heard from the opposite side. "You better answer the question quickly. If you fail to answer then your mine!"
The question was in geography. "What is the highest mountain in Europe called and how high is it?"
"That depends on what you consider the boundary between Europe and Asia! Depending on what boundary you use changes the answer," Ladybug called out as Chat Noir eyed the giant test paper. It shook slightly, but didn't crash down on them.
Grader groaned knowing specifics mattered when it came to the test. "Alright, I'll reword the question. What is the highest mountain found wholly in Europe called and how high is it?"
"Mount Blanc in the Alps mountain range. It's 4,808 meters tall, which is 15,774 feet," Ladybug replied swiftly.
The test had a gold star appear on it before it shrank to normal size paper. The heroes could finally see the Akuma, who was not happy that they beat her test.
"So what's your name? Test Taker?" Chat teased.
"My name is Grader! I'm going to make sure you fail my next test!" She grabbed several papers out of the folder hidden in her bag and flung them all across the hallway.
The heroes used their weapons to shred most of them, but enough test papers were held together to form a dome around them. "Good luck passing all those tests in the correct order before ten minutes is up!"
Grader circled the giant dome. If they solved one test, she would throw another in its place. She would keep doing that until the heroes failed.
Unbeknownst to either the Akuma or the heroes, Hermmy had jumped out before Marinette's purse transformed into her yoyo.
He had been watching the fight so far. He didn't like what he was seeing. The heroes wouldn't be able to get all the questions answered at the speed of the new test papers replaced the ones solved.
He needed to act. Folding his claws together, he activated his power. "Culture!" As the Kwami of Social Science, his powers revolved around the many different subjects, which applied to understanding social groups.
His power would give the wielder the knowledge about the particular culture they found themselves surrounded by. Then the wielder would use that knowledge against their foe to defeat them.
The knowledge he possessed was the history of French fashion. He looked at Grader and spotted the seam lines on the skirt. He clicked his claws and descended.
Grader was smugly smiling. The heroes were tiring, and soon, they would fail. She reached for another test paper when there was a loud ripping sound. Suddenly, she felt cold, and something was pooling around her feet.
When she looked down and saw giant pieces of her skirt littering the ground she shrieked. "NOOOOOOOOO!" She scrambled to find something to cover her buttocks.
She was too busy panicking to pay attention to what Hawkmoth was saying, so she was completely unaware of the heroes had escaped her dome.
It took a great deal of effort for Chat Noir not to make a joke about the situation. It helped seeing Ladybug's stormy expression. It told him if he laughed, he would be in a world of trouble.
She tossed the yoyo up, calling on her power. "Lucky Charm!" a red and black spotted rubber stamp fell into her hands.
"Okay, now what do I do?" She first eyed Grader, who was now fighting Chat Noir one on one. The Akuma had replaced her skirt with a large rag. It poorly hid her buttocks.
She was watching the fight, she noticed that Grader didn't get the test papers directly from the bag. Her hand shuffled for a few seconds as if open something.
Looking into the janitor's closet, her eyes highlighted the ink, a spray bottle, and then Grader's makeshift skirt. That was followed by Grader's bag and Chat Noir himself.
"I know what to do! Chat Noir, catch!"
Her partner caught the spray bottle and started spraying water at Grader. The Akuma shifted her body to keep the bag from getting wet.
With Grader distracted, Ladybug pressed the stamp into the ink before going after Grader, who was still distracted by Chat Noir.
Getting low, Ladybug came up from behind and slammed the stamp on the rag. It easily fell away and the stamp connected with the skin leaving the word, "rejected" on it.
Grader frantically dropped her arms down and tried to twist around to see what was on her butt.
Her bag fell to the ground and Chat Noir snatched it up. He pulled the folder out of the bag before tossing it to the side. "Cataclysm!" he shouted.
The folder turned to dust as the akuma flew away. Ladybug snatched it up and quickly purified it.
As the Miraculous Ladybug spread across the city, Hermmy hid behind Ladybug.
Ms. Mason's eyes blinked a few times before she saw Ladybug and Chat Noir standing in front of her. "What are you two doing here?"
"Hawkmoth akumatized you miss. You were a tough Akuma, but all that matters is your safe once more," Chat Noir explained.
Ms. Mason felt ashamed of herself. How could she let Hawkmoth take advantage of her like that? "I'm sorry. It's such a beautiful day outside. I was frustrated that I would miss out on it because of how many tests and class assignments I have to grade."
"I should have just ignored my frustration because this didn't have to happen."
Ladybug assured her this was not her fault. Hawkmoth was the only one to blame. She suggested to Ms. Mason that she go outside and find a place to grade everything so she could enjoy the day.
The teacher thanked them and headed back to her classroom. The heroes and Hermmy quickly departed from the school.
That night, Ning and her father discussed different ideas to propose to Plagg for dealing with the spirits. The young woman had managed to keep their intruding visions in check.
"What about creating a memory stone that would contain all the visions I've seen? Their confessions on record forever," Ning hopefully suggested.
"An excellent starting point. Plagg would want future wielders to know about the evil guardians."
"Master, wouldn't it be harder for you to build trust with someone if they thought there was a chance you could become evil?"
Wayzz was right. A new wielder should not have to fear their teacher. The memory stones would be useful after the new wielders had settled into their role.
"What if Ning channels the spirits, and they use her body to help people."
Ning glared as Honorra. She was not going to give up control of her body to someone else. "We are not doing that! I will not be a flesh puppet."
Wayzz suggested that the spirits could make amends by helping the decedents of the people they harmed.
Fu dismissed this idea because not every former wielder, had decedents so it wouldn't work. Nor could the spirits fix their mistakes. Even giving Plagg cheese wasn't an option because he already had got enough from Adrien.
"I wonder… No, I don't think it works like that. Still, if it did work, it might be enough for Plagg."
Master Fu looked at his daughter. He could see the gears turning in Ning's head as she went over her idea in her head. Whatever it was, she decided to voice it.
"Father, do you remember the first time we re-encountered each other at the airport?"
The man did and stroked his goatee as he recalled the incident they had discussed. "I know what you're thinking. Are you sure it's the wisest idea?"
"I think it's the only way Plagg would accept their confessions. It also makes sense if you think about it. They needed to understand the consequences of their actions."
Master Fu was fearful for his daughter's safety. She would be the one feeling the effects of the spirit's pain. "Are you sure you want to do this? Your conscious will also be affected by the gas."
Ning assumed he could teach her to create a block in her mind. If she could do that, then she wouldn't suffer from the gas.
Her father nodded and wrote a reminder to look into that. They would present their idea for making amends to Plagg. If he agreed to do what they suggested, they would be one step closer to help Ning return to herself.