Chapter Twenty Two: Battle of the Strong
"It really was in my backyard this whole time, huh," Saitama mused as he approached the entrances to the Monster Association. Suddenly, something came whizzing through the air at the back of his head. He turned and snatched it out of the air. "What's this?"
"Mr. Saitama!" a dude cried. He looked like he was missing an eye. Yeouch. A couple other hero-looking people came up with him. "You're here."
"Yeah, sorry I'm late," Saitama said, rubbing his head sheepishly. "You're Sekingar, right?"
"Yes. The S-Class, Amai Mask and Atomic Samurai's disciples have already entered the Monster Association. Child Emperor reported detecting a few enormous heat signatures a few hundred feet below him. We were waiting for you before engaging," Sekingar said.
"Cool. No monsters up here?" Saitama asked.
"Not anymore," some dude holding a spiked ball on a chain said. "We took care of them."
"Alrighty then. I'll go find Child Emperor," Saitama said, turning towards the entrance.
"Tch, you think you're tough enough to go toe to toe with the monsters down there?" The spiky ball dude snapped, popping his gum. "Buddy, that's a job for the S-Class. Leave it to them. What makes you think you can just barge in and survive?"
Saitama shrugged. "I don't know. I'm just bored. Oh, and I think one of your friends lost this." Saitama tossed him the bullet in his hand, and entered the Monster Association headquarters. Apparently, one of the other heroes had already come this way, since there were monster parts splattered all over the walls.
"Yo, this is Saitama," Saitama said into the communicator. "So, how do you use this thing?" There was no response. Saitama looked at the little circular device. "Hello?"
Maybe there was a button he had to press? Saitama inspected the device, and there was a little button on the side. Saitama pressed the button. "Hello? Is this how you work this thing?"
"Master!" Genos replied instantly. "You've arrived."
"Saitama!" Tatsumaki's voice shrieked back. "Where have you been!? Don't you know we've been waiting for you!? I've been so bored waiting to kill something that could actually fight back."
"Yeesh. I got uh…distracted," Saitama said. It probably wasn't a great idea to tell people he was technically a tax evader. "Anyways, I hear there's something big I'm supposed to punch?"
"Yes, hold on, I'll send the map to your communicator." Child Emperor's voice came over the communicator. "Ok, about seven hundred feet below you is a large, open arena. I believe this is where we can find the Monster King, Orochi."
"I don't know why you didn't let me go down there on my own," Tatsumaki grumbled over the communicator.
"According to Drive Knight's intel, there is a monster behind Orochi's strength who's the real mastermind behind the Monster Association," Child Emperor said. "Its name is Gyoro Gyoro, and it is also an ESPer. We're hoping that Saitama fighting Orochi will draw it out so you can take it out."
"Bleh, lame," Tatsumaki said, but made no further objections.
"Where's everyone else?" Saitama wondered.
"Busy," Zombieman gasped over the communicator. "Man, I hate monster blood."
"Bomb and I are battling a monster named Goketsu," Bang's voice called. "He is proving more dangerous than expected."
"I got one of those multiplying shape-shifting monsters," Atomic Samurai called. "It's an annoying bastard, but nothing my sword can't cut."
"Ah yes, those ones. If you need any backup, my muscles will gladly assist you," Darkshine said.
"Be on the lookout for a cat monster," Puri Puri Prisoner said. "Its claws can do some serious damage. I was chasing after it, but it escaped me."
"I am requesting immediate backup!" Amai Mask's voice screamed through the communicator. "A very dangerous monster has attacked me! I am unable to defeat it! Someone come help me now!"
"Tch, if you can't even handle some small fry, why'd you even come?" Tatsumaki spoke coldly. "We told you this mission is for the strong. You didn't cut it."
"We can argue that later, someone just come and kill this monster!" Amai Mask yelled.
"I can't, I'm busy with my own monster," Pig God grunted.
"Prisoner, make your way towards Amai Mask. Darkshine, see if you can help out Pig God," Child Emperor commanded. After they both affirmed, Child Emperor spoke again. "Saitama, head down to the marking on your map. Tatsumaki, when Gyoro Gyoro shows itself, take it down."
"On it," Saitama said.
"Child Emperor, you do know how to keep a girl happy," Tatsumaki said.
How best to get down seven hundred feet? The corridor he was in only went right and left. Saitama shrugged. What better way than a straight line?
Saitama stomped his feet, collapsing the corridor. He fell into the hallway below him, and he stomped through that one. He vaguely noticed some random monsters getting crushed by the falling rocks, but he paid them no mind. Saitama brushed a few boulders off his shoulders, clearing an area around him. The problem with this plan, Saitama realized, was the fact that the rubble from the hallways above him would just fall on him. Hm. Well, he mine as well just skip to the bottom then. Saitama stomped again, a bit harder than before. The remaining four hundred feet collapsed beneath him, and Saitama fell into the cavern. Saitama smashed down to the bottom, and all the rocks fell on him. Again. Man, he really ought to think things through next time. With a punch, he cleared the rocks again.
"What is this?" A voice crept through the darkness. Saitama looked around, but he didn't see the owner of the voice. "When Gyoro Gyoro promised me Blast, I didn't expect such a weakling to come before me." Something shifted in the darkness, slithering around behind the massive columns. "I was promised something special when you arrived. A battle worthy of my time." A snakelike head slithered around one of the columns. The snake hissed at him and continued traveling upwards around the column. Suddenly, a second one appeared, then a third, and a fourth, then more than Saitama cared to count. The snakes constricted around the columns, crushing it to bits. Behind the column was a giant of a man. His face was a mask of apathy, his horns writhing like blades of grass in the wind. Those snakes crawled back to his forearm, wrapping around each other to clench into a fist. The giant dragon man stepped forward, his ragged cape swaying in the stale air. A heart-like organ pulsed in the center of his chest. Saitama raised an eyebrow. Did this guy seriously need such an obvious weak spot? He didn't even look that strong. "You disappoint me, Blast."
Saitama stuck his finger in his ear. "Sorry, was that supposed to be menacing? Sorry, but I don't really care. I've got bigger things to worry about than a…what even are you? Some kind of worm monster?"
"I am Orochi! The king of monsters! Lord of the Monster Association!" The monster roared. "I am the ultimate lifeform! The culmination of years of work, thousands of sacrifices, and more blood than you can imagine! I am humanity's greatest enemy! I will tear your pathetic civilization up by the roots! There is no living being who can match my strength!"
"Sure," Saitama deadpanned. "Buddy, humanity's greatest enemy isn't you. And believe me, you don't hold a candle to the IRS."
Orochi stared at him for a moment. Then, his eyes narrowed, and flames burst from the heart in his chest, burning away at his cape, until Orochi was wreathed in flame. "You dare mock me? I am king of the monsters!"
"You don't even look like the king of earthworms," Saitama said.
"I will tear you to pieces!" Orochi roared. The horns on his head whipped around to stab at Saitama, but he just batted them away. "Your worthless existence will end a pitiful death!"
"Look, it's clear you're compensating for something," Saitama said. "But I won't judge. Just tell me where the kid is and I'll kill you quickly."
"Don't you mean or you'll kill me quickly?" Orochi asked, whipping the dozen tentacular horns at Saitama.
"No. There's no version of this where you come out alive," Saitama replied.
"So arrogant!" Orochi cried. "Your weakness amuses me! Run! Run for your pitiful life!"
Saitama shrugged. "We mine as well make this interesting for one of us."
Saitama ran at the towering monster, leaping up at one of the pillars. The horns followed him, racing past him and turning to stab at him again. Saitama landed on the column and blasted off of it, grabbing Orky by the horns as he flew past. Saitama wrenched Origami off his feet and spun him over his head, flinging him through the nearest wall. Saitama followed, landing on a ledge. Onigiri's hand grabbed the cliff face, then the other one. The monster king rose from the depths, flames rippling from his core, his face a mask of rage. The horns atop his head, a crown of death, they wriggled like snakes itching for a bite. The dragons that made up his form writhed, squirming and hissing at Saitama, vying for the first taste of blood. But Saitama would not quench their thirst.
"Who are you?" The monster king demanded.
Saitama shrugged. "I've been given a lot of names I don't care for. At the end of the day, I'm just me."
"Just you?" Omake roared, the force of his rage making tremors shake along the edge of the cliff. "You are nothing but a man! I have transcended the limitations of the human form! With every victory I grew stronger! With every victim I claimed my bloodlust grew! I have killed monsters that would make the fearless tremble! I devoured beings that made your precious S-Class bleed! You are nothing to me! I–"
"Dude, enough," Saitama interrupted. "You're not even that impressive. I've fought a ton of guys like you, and not one of them could put their money where their mouth was. Ultimate weapon, final form, king of this, sealed, ancient, thing of that, dark lord, supreme psychic, universal whatchamacallit, blah, blah, blah, it doesn't matter. I don't care what your story is. It's over now. Go ahead and fight if you want to, but it won't matter. You'll be dead in one punch anyway."
"YOU DARE!" Okame roared. Dragons tore from the flesh of his arm, racing towards Saitama, jaws snapping hungrily. Saitama punched them all, blowing them to oblivion. They regenerated as Oni pulled his arm back, and they wrapped around each other, opening their mouths wide, an orange glow emanating from their throats. Fire erupted from their mouths, rolling over Saitama in waves of flaming destruction. Saitama just sighed, planting his feet in the stone, letting the pulses of fire wash over him. He turned and saw the line of destruction barreling down, tunneling through the city underground. Saitama decided to put a stop to it. Saitama took a big breath, then exhaled, blowing the flames back towards their creator. The force of his breath knocked One off his pedestal, casting him into the abyssal cavern below. Saitama frowned, looking below for the monster. It reared its ugly head and snatched Saitama with its horn. Several other horns wrapped around Saitama, trying to squeeze him. Saitama smashed through the horns, kicking off the monster king's body. Onji was falling, but many of the dragons were reaching up for him. Saitama lept off the tattered pieces of Orgy's horns to land on a rock that was falling above the monster king. Saitama jumped off it, his fist cocked back to deliver the final blow to the monster king, as the swarm of dragons rose up to meet him.
An explosion knocked him off his course. Saitama hit the opposite wall and dug his fingers into the stone, coming to a stop. Looking down, he watched as the monster king fell into darkness. He'd be back. They always come back. Turning his attention to his new attacker, he noticed a big dog.
"Hey, boy, whatcha doing? Don't you know it's rude to spit at others?" Saitama asked.
"It's no use," a man said. He was riding the dog. He wore battered clothes and a broken crown. His hair and beard were scraggly and unkempt. "Rover only listens to the strong. And you are about to be dead!"
"Who are you? The dog's owner?" Saitama called. "Well, whatever you're feeding him, keep it up! He looks healthy. What breed is he? Oh! And teach it some manners for goodness sake! He could hurt someone like that! Does he even have his proper vaccinations?"
"Vacci–what are you talking about? Do you comprehend your imminent demise?" the man yelled. "I am Homeless Emperor! And you are dead!"
Saitama sighed as the dog jumped from its perching spot and started racing towards him, spitting balls of energy that matched its owners at Saitama. Just another punch.
"Where are you?" Tatsumaki sang as she flew around the dark corners of the Monster Association corridors, exploding the occasional monster that appeared in her way. "Gyoro Gyoro, I know you're listening. Come out to play."
Tatsumaki had already destroyed four of this Gyoro Gyoro's eye drone monsters, and she had her suspicions. Monster psychics were rare. Monsters were simple creatures, because when they gave up their humanity, a lot of their cognitive capabilities went with it. So when a psychic did become a monster, they'd usually be a lot weaker as a psychic or lose their psychic powers entirely. For a monster, this Gyoro Gyoro was unusually intelligent, and seemed to retain all of its psychic abilities. This little meat facade might fool the stupid monsters, but not someone like her. The person was crafty, she'd give them that. But if they wanted to fuck with her and Saitama, they should've tried a lot harder.
A shockwave rumbled through the halls, and Tatsumaki smirked. Sounded like Saitama was fighting something. Probably the so-called monster king. She wondered how long it'd last against Saitama. Probably not very long. What a shame. All this drama and Saitama would only remember it as just another Tuesday.
"Oh Gyoro Gyoro, where are you?" Tatsumaki whispered, scanning around with her psychic abilities. As she drew closer to the sounds of Saitama's battle, she noticed a faint stream of psychic energy. Tatsumaki smirked. "Found you."
Glancing up, she saw a pudgy, one eyed monster sitting on a wee little chair, high above the throne room. There were obvious signs of battle, holes and scorch marks littering the area. Columns were toppled and the stench of burning monster lingered in the air. Tatsumaki tutted. What a mess.
Tatsumaki floated to the top of the Monster Association throne room. The roof opened up mechanically, and Tatsumaki stepped onto the floor in front of a fat monster. "So, you're this Gyoro Gyoro I heard about. Hm. Not so tough."
"Ah the Tornado of Terror. Come to watch the greatest among you fall?" Gyoro Gyoro asked.
"Tch. Please. If you had a monster that could actually beat Blast, you wouldn't have hid in the dirt like a bunch of cowards," Tatsumaki drawled. "I came to watch the fireworks."
Gyoro Gyoro laughed. "Your arrogance is truly staggering. I will take pleasure ridding this world of you."
"You monsters are all the same," Tatsumaki said. "You put up a strong front, but at the end of the day, you're still weak."
"Die." Gyoro Gyoro summoned chunks of rock and shaped them into a sphere around Tatsumaki, compressing around her. Tatsumaki snorted, shattering the sphere with a thought, sending the shards tearing through the monster's arm. It flailed back, waving its remaining arm to send shards of rubble at her. Tatsumaki redirected them, sending them back at Gyoro Gyoro. It made a shield just in time, but the impact still sent it reeling. Gyoro Gyoro snarled at her, but Tatsumaki just rolled her eyes. With a flick of her wrists, Gyoro Gyoro's remaining limbs twisted viciously, shearing them off completely. The monstrous puppet shrieked, its limbless body thrashing.
"Now then," Tatsumaki droned. "I would like you to tell me the locations of every living human you have captured."
"Ha, ha ha!" The monster groaned. "You think you've beaten me? Lord Orochi! Come! Kill her! Kill Tatsumaki for me!"
Tatsumaki waited, tapping her feet impatiently. "Well? Where is he? I'm waiting."
"No, he should have killed Blast by now," Gyoro Gyoro muttered. "He must be alive. He has to be."
"Why don't I call Blast?" Tatsumaki said. "See how his end of the fight is going?"
Tatsumaki floated her communicator up and turned it on. "Hey, Saitama, are you fighting the Monster King right now?"
"Hm? The Monster King?" Saitama's voice crackled back. "Hold on, let me ask. Hey! Worm guy! Are you the uh, monster king?" There was a roar, and what sounded like a lot of fire. "DO NOT MOCK ME! I OROCHI AM THE STRONGEST!" "Yeah, but are you the monster king?" "YES! PERISH, MORTAL!" There was a loud bang, and the sound of a large monster roaring. "Ok, yeah, this guy is the monster king."
"Do you want to bring him to me? His boss isn't telling me info, so maybe if he kill this monster king in front of it, it'll talk," Tatsumaki said.
"Sure. Where are you?" Saitama asked.
"I'm at the top of the throne room," Tatsumaki said.
"Where is that?" Saitama asked. There was the sound of several large explosions, and then a massive boom.
"You know where you started the fight with the monster king?" Tatsumaki said.
"No," Saitama responded. "We've kinda been all over. I've kinda just been punching him through solid rock for a while. I don't even think we're in the monster association anymore."
"Well, get back here. We have other things to do," Tatsumaki said, crossing her arms. "There are children here!"
"Alright, fine. Here, I'm gonna ask him if he knows the way back," Saitama said. "See you in a second."
Tatsumaki's cheeks heated at that. "Idiot," she muttered to herself.
The many emaciated eyes of Gyoro Gyoro's body rose into the air. Tatsumaki looked at the curiously as the started to vibrate, glowing with an electric pulse. Suddenly, beams of lightning erupted from them, showering her with electricity from every direction. Tatsumaki sniffed. It had singed one of her hairs.
"Please, you'll have to do better than that," Tatsumaki said, brushing her shoulders. "Now, while we wait for Saitama and your little pet, why don't we see your true face?"
Gyoro Gyoro's eyes widened and Tatsumaki grinned psychotically as she ripped the body from the meat suit. Tricky, whoever this ESPer was had bound themselves to this monster suit very closely. Parts of the monster had been embedded into their skin, wrapping around their nerves. It had probably hurt when Tatsumaki ripped their skin off.
"What's this? Another meat suit?" Tatsumaki scoffed, tossing the limp body aside. "Come now, you must get bored of using the same trick over and over again."
Still, they had to be controlling it somehow. All she needed to do is track the psychic signal back to its source. Tatsumaki found it, a faint line of psychic energy heading down into the earth. Whoever this psychic was, they were crafty. That signal was nearly invisible, even to her. She followed the trail of conspicuously hidden psychic amplifiers down to a part of the monster association so far beneath the rest, it could barely be considered attached. No matter.
"Found you," Tatsumaki smirked. "Time to see your true face."
Tatsumaki grabbed the psychic, binding their arms and pulling them up to her. They resisted, fighting to stay hidden below. Tatsumaki's grin grew malicious as she dragged her enemy up to her. "Step into the light. And face the Terror you summoned."
Her enemy finally became visible. "You," Tatsumaki said, narrowing her eyes. "I know you. You're one of Fubuki's little friends, aren't you? Psykos. I heard you had gone mad, but consorting with monsters? Tsk, tsk. How beneath you."
"Fool! You think you've won! Today is the day you lose, Tatsumaki! You and the rest of your worthless heroes!" Psykos shrieked, breaking Tatsumaki's hold on her. She stayed suspended in the air, eyes glowing with psychic power. She unleashed it in a blast of pure energy.
Tatsumaki created a barrier, and the beam ricocheted off, vaporizing holes into the rooms behind her. "What an interesting use of your power. Who taught you to do that?"
"By what arrogance do you think you'll live to see the moon rise?" Psykos shrieked, thrusting out her hands. Tatsumaki felt gravity increase around her, but she stayed firm in her position in space.
"Stop that," Tatsumaki growled, rending the bones in Psykos' right forearm. Psykos screeched in anguish, clutching her arm. "Now, I believe I asked you a question. I need a detailed report of every living human you have captured in your little monster corporation."
"I'll tell you nothing," Psykos grit out. "They'll all be dead by tomorrow anyway! Not that you'll be alive to see it!"
"You think they'd learn, one way or another," Tatsumaki said, flipping her hair. "But no matter how many times you tell them, they never understand just how truly outmatched they are." She watched, unimpressed as Psykos summoned the remnants of Gyoro Gyoro's eyes, all charged with psychic energy. They glowed a brilliant blue hue, brimming with power. Just before Psykos could unleash her attack, Tatsumaki twirled her finger, turning the eyes on Psykos. The redirected attack blindsided her, knocking Psykos from the sky. She hurtled through the air, crashing through the stone floors of the monster association.
"Give up, Psykos, you've lost," Tatsumaki said, grabbing the other psychic with her mind and pulling her up. Her opponent was helpless in her grasp. Tatsumaki smirked. "When push comes to shove, this is what real power looks like. You're just like Fubuki, counting on your worthless minions to come save you. But there is no one left to protect you. And now, you're at my mercy. So I'm going to ask you one more time. Where. Are. Your. Prisoners?"
"When Orochi gets here, he'll slaughter you. You'll see how weak my creations are then," Psykos spat.
"I tire of your games," Tatsumaki said. She reached into Psykos' body with her power. Tatsumaki grabbed her lungs, and squeezed. Psykos' lungs constricted as Tatsumaki forced the air from Psykos' body. Psykos thrashed, gasping and heaving for air as her face turned blue. Tatsumaki watched impassively as her oxygen starved blood bulged against her skin. "Ready to talk?"
"You…monster," Psykos gasped.
"Look who's talking," Tatsumaki snorted. "Now tell me where your prisoners are, or I will start taking your bones. We'll start with your fingers. Have you ever had a bone rip itself from your flesh? Trust me, it won't be pretty."
"Please," Psykos sobbed. "I'm sorry."
"Apologies won't save you," Tatsumaki said crossly. "I asked you for information. I am waiting for your delivery, before I de-liver you."
Just then, a massive explosion rocked the chamber. A monster flew towards them, it's many serpentine heads whipping out to grab onto the various edges of the cavern. Tatsumaki prepared herself to fight, before noticing the state of the monster. It was missing a leg and most of its right arm. Half of its face was missing, and the many draconic bodies that made up its form were headless. It was soaked in black blood and soot, and small fires dotted its form.
"Ah! We made it. Hey! Tats!" A voice yelled. Tatsumaki looked down to see Saitama's silly little grin looking up at her from a ledge.
"Saitama!" Tatsumaki cried. "You're here!" Tatsumaki flew over to him, dragging a nearly unconscious Psykos behind her. "What took you so long? Why didn't you meet up with us?"
"Yeah, sorry about that," Saitama said sheepishly. "The uh, the IRS showed up at my house."
"The IRS?" Tatsumaki asked, confused. "Why were they there?" Slowly, it dawned on her. "Saitama. Do you not pay your taxes?"
Saitama wouldn't meet her gaze. Tatsumaki growled. "Saitama."
"No," he mumbled.
"Saitama! You have to pay your taxes!" Tatsumaki cried.
"Why should I! I haven't been using any government provided services! Plus, I have no idea where my tax dollars are going! They're not going to fix the roads or buildings, the Hero Association is doing that, so I've learned! What are your tax dollars paying for, huh? Break the mold, Tats, don't be a sheep! Whatever government we ascribe to, it's not doing its job!" Saitama cried.
"Saitama! I cannot believe you don't pay your taxes. Do you know how illegal that is?" Tatsumaki cried.
"Yes! I know how illegal it is," Saitama grumbled.
"Are you going to pay your taxes?" Tatsumaki demanded.
Saitama mumbled, and Tatsumaki shot him a look. Saitama relented, throwing his hands in the air. "Fine! I'll pay my damn taxes."
"YOU WILL BURN!" The monster king roared, opening dozens of dragon-like mouths, brimming with fire. Saitama just stepped in front of her, raised his hand, and snapped. The resulting shockwave blew out the fire and knocked Orochi off his nesting place, sending him tumbling to the pits below. A few moments later, there was a tremendous THUD. Tatsumaki could only stare in awe. Only Saitama could kill a monster king with a snap.
"What have you done!" Psykos cried. "Orochi! My creation!"
Saitama shrugged. "You need to keep better care of your pets. I don't think earthworms are supposed to grow that big. Speaking of."
An enormous hound came bounding towards them at high speeds. Balls of energy crackled in its mouth and around the top of its head. They flew at the pair at blinding speeds, but Saitama just batted them away. "Your dog seems well fed, but I think he has behavioral issues. And I think there's a homeless man squatting in my sewers."
"You…huh, what!?" Psykos cried. "No! They were supposed to protect Orochi! Rover! Homeless Emperor! Kill Tatsumaki and this man!"
"Hang on Tats, I'll be right back," Saitama said. Saitama leapt from his spot on the ledge and raced along the wall. He jumped off the wall and sailed towards the dog and the man on its back. Saitama grabbed the man's shirt as he sailed past, pulling him off the dog's back. Saitama somersaulted in the air, protecting the man from the impact as he landed. Saitama got to his feet, then pulled the other man to his feet, brushing him off. "Sorry about that. Needed to get your attention and wasn't sure how else to do it."
"You dare lay your hands on God's chosen disciple!" The man screeched, pointing his hand at Saitama, a ball of light appearing in thin air. Saitama pinched it between fingers, snuffing the light out.
"Look man, I don't know what you're doing in the sewers, but you've got to get it together. I mean, look at you man, you've got to get your life together. I know I'm probably not the best guy to be telling you this, but you can be better than this," Saitama said. "Now, I've got other things to do, so why don't you find your way to the surface. And while you're heading there, think about what you've done. K?"
Not waiting for a response, Saitama went to deal with the dog. It charged at him, spitting fire as it came. Saitama ran through the balls of flame. "It's high time someone taught you some manners." Saitama leaped into the air, fist cocked back. "Sit!"
Saitama punched the dog on the top of the snout. It yelped pitifully as it crashed to the ground. Saitama winced, thinking he had hit it too hard. He wasn't some kind of animal abuser. Saitama rose and dusted his hands off. Now, where was he? Oh yeah. Tats had wanted him for something.
Saitama jumped back up to where Tats was floating with this other girl. Other girl didn't look so good. "Hey, so what did you want? Something about the monster king, right? Oh shit, did I kill him too quickly?"
Tats smiled at him. "Nope, that was perfect. I got everything I wanted. Oh, by the way, Child Emperor found the hostage. You should meet up with them and escort them to the surface."
"He did? Great! Alright, see you later, Tats!" Saitama said, speeding off.
Tatsumaki smiled after him. "See you later, Saitama." She turned back to Psykos. "Now, I heard when you went mad, you were attempting to use the fabled Third Eye Ability, the same one Lady Shibawa famously employed to peer into the future. So, tell me Psykos, what did you see?"