Warning: This retcons ML lore, moderately heavily. There are only 5 Miraculouses

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The art of meditation is the art of clearing the mind; of having thoughts, observing them, and letting them go. Of being present, being mindful. It is an entire process that promotes peace in an unbalanced mind. After many, many years of practise, meditation comes naturally to Wayzz, until he has almost forgotten what he used to do before this. As a kwami, small and easily looked over, he blends in smoothly in his surroundings, on tree branches in the colours of spring and summer, or settling in a hollow tree in the breath of autumn and winter. Day in, day out, he wakes and rests when Master Fu does as both follow the simple routine surrounding the safe, inconspicuous Kenkun Shrine. There's contentment here in this sliver of life.

Time will always pass, and change is inevitable, but that doesn't mean it happens quickly.

Unrelenting waves crumble rock, not at once, but eventually. In time.

Wayzz has been waiting, with due diligence, keeping close track to the very core of himself—a hyper attentive awareness that he doesn't dare slack on.

On this day, so like many others, his other half activates.

Wayzz gasps as tremors run thorough his core.

Oh no.

In a burst of speed, he takes off flying, following the inherent magnetism drawing him to his Miraculous jewellery. He dodges nothing, simply phasing through, even as it rapidly drains him of energy. He pushes on. Every second of travel feels like an eternity, even the shortest path feels like crossing the globe. He's gotten lax over the years, as Master Fu cultivated his power.

Finally, Master Fu is in his sights. The old man sweeps the shrine floor, but upon sensing his kwami, looks straight in his direction just in time to catch Wayzz in his palm.

"Oh, Master," Wayzz babbles, heaving, "It's worse than we thought. Nooroo is broken!"

Master Fu's eyes widen, before he tucks Wayzz under his outer robe, right beside a packet of crackers which Wayzz helps himself to, in his rush to speak in a more secure location. Luckily, there's not anyone around when Wayzz barrelled in. His spryness as they head to his chambers an evidence of his usage of the Preservation Miraculous. Truly, no other of two centuries could attest the same.

"At this time of day, the work hours haven't let out yet. Could it be..?" Master Fu says, with grimness, more to himself than to Wayzz's ears, "A child has the Miraculous? A child has the Miraculous of Transformation—How terrible."

Wayzz keeps silent. How terrible indeed. After countless one-sided games of cat and mouse, eventually tracking the Butterfly Miraculous to Japan, and then travelling the country to place a barrier so strong that the Miraculous bound jewellery cannot leave this soil, to have a broken Miraculous fall into the susceptible, mouldable, & easily corruptible hands of the young…

This might only be worse if Plagg is lost instead of Nooroo.

Entering Master Fu's chambers, the Turtle holder awakens the rest of the kwamis from sleep. Under a floorboard, Fu removes an austere octagonal box which holds deceptively plain accessories. One by one, he wears them, whereupon they transform to suit him. First the unwritten circular tablet changes into a protective amulet, then the bracelets take a green sheen where previously they were plain silver, then since he wears them last, the earrings colour a stark black. From the bracelets, Tikki materialises in their original form, scarlet red with the black spot on her head, floating at Master Fu's eye level. From the earrings, Plagg does the same, black body, green eyes and three whiskers on his head.

Duusu chooses not to materialise.

They wait a while longer, Wayzz rising to meet his fellow kwami, before Plagg runs out of patience. The cat rolls his eyes, distaste in his voice, "What'd you call us out for, Fu? Can't believe it's for a long overdue vacation."

"The Transformation Miraculous is active once more. Worse, Nooroo is not herself," Master Fu says.

Tikki gasps, her tiny arms covering her mouth. "Oh, Nooroo! What are we going to do?"

Even Plagg looks uneasy, though he rarely stews in any sort of heavy emotion.

"While my power is best suited to defend against a new Butterfly holder, physical interaction might be.. too much," Master Fu capitulates, shaking his head. "I am too old to be running around anymore, especially in this scenario. Thus, new holders must be chosen. And—

"I have put it off long enough, but I fear it is also the time to train a new Guardian. No, I'm certain."

Master Fu's resolve straightens his back, lifts his chin and hardens his face; a distant cry from the deceptively meek, peaceable Kannushi who runs the shrine. How far he's come from the young man of a decade Wayzz first met and took a liking to.

None of the kwamis argue, even though nobody likes this. The risk is high, as rarely is the passing of the Guardian torch peaceful. Wayzz can count on one hand in their entire existence.

Ultimately, it must be done.

"Preferably, another Turtle Guardian is best." Unspoken, though unhidden, in Master Fu's words that this is because of the longevity Wayzz grants, causing Wayzz's chest to puff up. Plagg hisses, a play in their joke as old as time, before being cut off by a bump from Tikki who offers a close-lipped smile. It's true that most of his holders become Guardians, but it is also true that some of the greatest Guardians are Tikki's.

"But—" Master Fu nudges him lightly with a finger, and Wayzz bows his head contrite, Tikki and Plagg following, as they refocus on the problem at hand. "—there is no telling how much Nooroo and her new holder speak, what secrets have been told. Any transformation between us can be traced with enough skill or practice. It would be an unnecessary risk, especially if it leads them to capture the other Miraculous.

"No, I feel Tikki's Creation power should suffice, paired with Duusu's Renewal power to limit Nooroo's damage. One holder to fight and to train—"

"No," Tikki shuts down. "That's not a good idea. Plagg should be there."

"There must be balance," Wayzz says.

Master Fu purses his lips but nods slowly. His gaze is far-away, his brow heavy, before he comes back to himself. To his credit, he barely hesitates before pushing forwards. "Then we'll choose Plagg's holder first. Someone older—"

"And more prone to dying?" Wayzz counters.

He corrects himself, "Someone younger?"

"And ruin their future?" Tikki argues.

Plagg groans, floating on his back, giving the occasional lazy twirl. "You say it like it matters. We'll choose the most compatible one to my power, regardless of age."

"We can't just focus on your holder, Plagg," Tikki scolds, "Not if we don't want a repeat of last time. That's why we're in this mess, after all."

"Well," Master Fu directs solemnly, "compatibility between kwami and holder is still key. The Butterfly holder is just testing out their powers now, learning its in and out. I can sense, yes, their compatibility is strong. Paired with Nooroo's broken nature… I fear we must plan for the worst. We'll need someone just as compatible, or at least one who can keep up."

Tikki adds, "We'll have to choose someone who would fight for the sake of the Miraculous too, though not selfishly."

"No power-hungry devotees?" Plagg clicks his tongue. "A shame. They keep things interesting."

"What about someone Nooroo would find hard to tempt?" Wayzz offers, as everyone ignores Plagg. "Nooroo feeds off potent emotions, usually working for us, but, in this case, she might weaponise negative emotions."

Master Fu nods. "Yes. We'll need someone who is not controlled by their emotions. One who will do what must be done while keeping their hope. One who cannot, under any circumstances, fall into despair."

"Yeah, keep the requirements coming. As if it's easy enough to find someone who can wield Destruction for any amount of time," Plagg snaps back. Silently, Wayzz notes Plagg is right. With such criteria, finding one for him becomes nigh impossible.

"Most importantly," Tikki says with finality, "our holders must be able to work together and support each other. Not like last time."

Plagg bobs up and down in agreement. "Not like last time."

No more criteria come, and Master Fu nods. With a clap of his hands, he seals the room in a green, bordering on yellow, barrier where no one can enter, no one will hear them, and Nooroo can't sense them.

Magic spells are done in a variety of ways, based on function and performer creativity.

For Master Fu, he pulls out paper and pencil from his table and writes their four chosen criteria based on priority, as the kwamis crowd around to observe.

First is a strong kwami and potential holder compatibility, to gain a list of candidates. Second is an individual who is not controlled by potent emotions. It seems simple, but it doesn't feel succinct enough, though Wayzz doesn't have a better way to word it. Master Fu has the right of it though, any powerful emotion should attract Nooroo's eye. Complex emotion—a love turned to grief, a hope to disappointment, a failure to righteousness—breeds stronger powers. Even happiness, if felt with sufficient depthness, can be used by Nooroo's holder. Thus, the problem becomes less of experiencing deep emotion, more the capacity of acting on it or even being tempted to act on it. While neither kwami nor her holder can make someone follow their will, with the offer of power beyond belief and Nooroo's keen eye for choosing wielders with a silver tongue, it is too easy for anyone to drown in the current of the Miraculous of Transformation. Unsurprisingly, the next criteria Master Fu lists is the compatibility between separate Miraculous holders.

Master Fu stops, pencil hovering over the last word.

Wayzz lays his little green hand on Master Fu's. The fingers holding the pencil tremble slightly, the skin pale and almost papery thin.

Wayzz loves that he has the most time with his holders, that unlike Plagg and Nooroo, his holders don't turn on a dime.

This is not that moment.

"It will be alright, Master," Wayzz says.

Together, both kwami and his Guardian write the last point: The potential to fight for the Miraculous balance.

At last, three kwamis and one Miraculous Guardian step back, admiring the set up. In the middle is the page with the criteria, to the right is a blank page weighed down by Duusu's Miraculous in the form of a protective amulet, and to the left is a blank page. Plagg lands on the left page and Tikki lands on the protective amulet. They nod.

One deep breath in, and Master Fu's eyes open, glowing forcefully yellow.

These days, Wayzz is more partial to green tones, but it's all aesthetics. His core glows yellow, and that is the power flowing through Master Fu.

Every holder wields their Miraculous power uniquely. For Master Fu, his power concentrates in his hands and under his breath. He keeps his hands close, as if in prayer, and with choice words he directs the power from the criteria to the left, enveloping Plagg in yellow, then to the right to envelop Tikki and Duusu. The set up burns for a brief moment before snuffing out without a trace.

On the pages now, there is a list of names.

Eyes still glowing, Master Fu reads the first name on both.

Somewhere in Japan, these individuals remain entirely unaware of Master Fu's protection.

Tikki is the first to look over her list, before frowning. In the whole of Japan, there are only thirteen names that fit their criteria. (Which does not bode well for their future.) "You're sure about the choices? Absolutely sure?"

"Yes, Tikki. These holders are strong in all the criteria we selected. They'll fit together as you do with Plagg."

Though Master Fu meant reassurance, it falls short. Long decades with Wayzz and yet, he still makes light of the perfect balance of a kwami of Creation & Destruction. Neither Tikki nor Plagg corrects him. That's Wayzz's honour as Fu's guardian.

Wayzz doesn't bother either.

Master Fu has never had the best grasp of the concept of the Miraculous. That wasn't why they chose him as a Miraculous Guardian.

"Kudo Shinichi?" Tikki tests the name, plucking the tracing spell thinly connecting them, and weighing the future that only she can phantom. "Such a heavy name. I hope you're right, Master Fu."

Plagg yawns, fangs flashing in the light, sprawling over his measly three names. "Aoko. Blue Child, eh? I prefer the colour green myself."

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1. Warning: Sporadic updates ; Not caught up on ML or DC/MK ; Potential OOC-ness ; An astounding lack of puns (which are also in english at best)

2. Please note that this location is only chosen for its symbolism & not due to religion

3. Nooroo uses female gender pronouns, even tho kwamis are genderless. Meanwhile, Duusu is not at all like its canon counterpart. I just chose to recycle the name.