Isshun didn't waste a second.
He reached out his hand into open air, and the next moment Nejire was in front of him.
While Isshun could teleport without using himself as the reference point, it was much more efficient to use himself as a reference point because it meant he could teleport further.
"Woah—!" Nejire yelped as the world lurched. Colors smeared for half a heartbeat before snapping back into focus.
She blinked, disoriented, then looked down to see Isshun's fingers locked tightly around her own.
They held hands often, usually because Nejire insisted, and sometimes just because it felt natural, but Isshun almost never initiated it.
So when Nejire felt the familiar palm of her best friend, instead of panicking at the sudden displacement, Nejire found herself oddly comforted.
However, Isshun didn't bother explaining, closing his eyes.
In terms of Mutant changes from their own Quirks, Isshun was basically a Pro Max version of Genzai.
Isshun's Quirk didn't rely on conventional sight the way most people understood it.
His Quirk—an extreme evolution of Genzai's Hypercognition—meant that vision was only one of many inputs feeding into his Omniscient Domain, or his senses.
He didn't need to see in order to see.
Sight was just another variable, completely redundant.
So he shut it off.
He inhaled once—then held it, cutting out scent and dulling taste, stripping away every variable that wasn't strictly necessary for his Omniscient Domain.
Now having removed two and a half redundant variables for his Omniscient Domain to register, his available range was effectively doubled.
He hadn't done it before because there he didn't feel much of a need to rush.
But his mom's emergency call changed that.
'I have to get to them, now.'
He teleported.
No one.
Isshun clenched his jaw in tension and teleported again.
And again.
And again.
The moment new information registered, he jumped—never giving his mind time to settle. Data slammed into him faster than his brain was used to processing, even with his high computation speed.
Isshun ignored everything that wasn't important.
Teleport—scan—Teleport.
Teleport—scan—Teleport.
Each jump crammed new data into his skull before the last batch had finished registering. His temples throbbed. White static could be felt at the edges of his thoughts.
'This is giving me a headache…'
'Where, where, where—'
He repeated like a mantra.
He teleported. Again and again.
Five seconds.
Five seconds of teleporting and scanning five times a second.
Fifty scans.
Fifty teleports.
Then—
Human movement.
Isshun froze mid-thought, narrowing his focus on the silhouettes forming in his Domain.
Six people.
His family.
Nejire's family.
They were running from something outside of his range, but they were unharmed.
The relief hit him so hard it almost knocked the breath from his lungs.
He teleported once more, pulling them fully into the range of his Teleportation Domain, then stopped.
"—gh…" A hiss slipped out as he finally released his breath. His knees nearly buckled. He brought his free hand up to his head, fingers digging into his vanilla-colored hair as he pressed against his temple.
'Fuuuuck…'
The thought came unfiltered.
But now that they were in his Domain, Isshun could say with 99.9% confidence that they were perfectly safe.
The headache was literal shit, sure, but his teleportation was still usable.
That meant he could protect them, with near-perfect certainty.
Whew…light work no reaction.
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Nejire, on the other hand, was not having a good time.
Even with a stomach that could handle barrel rolls, sudden dives, and the occasional loop-de-loop using her Quirk, the rapid-fire environment shifts made everything churn unpleasantly.
Her ears, her eyes, her sense of balance—none of it could keep up.
Isshun was teleporting once every 0.2 seconds, and unlike him—or Genzai—Nejire didn't have Hypercognition or something similar to reduce that sensory lag.
Motion sickness hit hard.
The only thing saving her was the forest itself. Tree after tree blurred together, similar enough that her brain and eyes didn't have to completely reprocess every jump.
Still, it sucked.
Nejire rubbed her stomach with her free hand. "Ughhh…"
Her face went a little green. She genuinely felt like she might throw up.
And yet—
Her grip on Isshun's hand tightened.
Partly because it was rare for him to hold on like this.
Mostly because she wanted something solid to brace against just in case he decided to do that thing again.
He looked like he'd swallowed several lemons, his face scrunched in pain, hair a mess from his frantic attempt at massaging his own head.
Seeing someone who looked worse off than she felt, Nejire's motion sickness slipped to the back of her mind.
"Shun-chan!"
Without letting go of their intertwined hands, Nejire used her free hand to steady him.
"Are you okay?! Do you need help?!"
She pushed down the urge to shake him as the questions tumbled out.
"Should I call mom—"
"...First, your mom is the one who needs rescuing, so I don't know how you're planning to call her," Isshun muttered. "Second, please lower your voice. It's making it worse."
His expression softened slightly as he looked at Nejire, who was now right up in his face, copying his temple massage.
Except she wasn't really massaging it, just rubbing it and messing up his hair even more.
He didn't bother stopping her. If she thought it was helping, who was he to argue?
His eyebrows stayed furrowed, though, as the lingering throb refused to go away.
'Never doing that shit again.'
After a few seconds, his face settled back into its usual neutral expression.
Since the search party was now fully inside his Domain, the rescue itself was basically complete.
"I'm fine."
Nejire studied him for a moment. When he looked normal again, she figured it was safe to ask what just happened, but Isshun cut her off before she could speak.
"I'll explain when we get back."
She hesitated, full of curiosity, but nodded. They were still technically on a rescue mission.
Isshun teleported them ahead, placing them directly along the path the search group was taking. Now all they had to do was wait for them to arrive.
That was when Isshun noticed what they were running from.
Information poured into his mind, and he blinked, eyebrows lifting in genuine confusion as a curse slipped out before he could stop it.
"What the actual fuck is that?"
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A/N: Here's your saturday extra chaps from last week!
By the time this chapter gets released, i should probably be back in the dorms, so i might have more time to release chaps.
Also, when i was writing the next chap, I saw I was no1 in powerstone rankings, so thank you so much!
Forgot to plug the patreon last chap.
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Ill probably fill it up on sunday and during week 1 cause ill probably have less homework and such so finally expect 5 more chaps on this book by the next week.
Thanks for reading!