I stepped carefully out of the alley, already bracing myself for sirens, handcuffs, and the inevitable awkward conversation with Italian police involving me trying to explain—badly—how a Nepalese guy ended up here without a passport, visa, or any idea what the hell was going on.
"Here's hoping they speak English."
Sunlight spilled over a bustling market square. The smell hit first—warm bread, spiced meat, livestock, and faint traces of sweat and unwashed coin. The visuals followed: merchants shouting, children darting between stalls, and people…
Wearing armor. Flowing robes. Corsets. Leather. Literal fur-lined cloaks.
"Alright," I said aloud, watching a man in full plate armor haggle over apples. "This is either a Renaissance Cosplay fair with a budget or I'm in a very elaborate dream sponsored by medieval LARP TikTok."
No power lines overhead. No glass windows—just wood shutters and linen curtains. No cars, no bike racks, no Starbucks. The clatter of hooves and the low rumble of wheels on stone echoed in my ears. Not tires. Carriages. Pulled by… was that the love child of a dragon and an ostrich?
"I mean… good for them. Evolution's wild."
I fished out my phone—iPhone 14 Plus, shiny, expensive, borderline useless. No signal. No WiFi. Not even a stray Bluetooth ping in the crowd.
I toggled on Battery Saver and flicked it into Airplane Mode. Might as well pretend I was being responsible.
"No tech. No signs. No connection. There's no denying it."
I looked around again. Not just the buildings. The people. Hair like a bowl of candy. Green, blue, white, pink—naturally. No dye jobs. No roots. This was a carnival of hair colors.
"Chat," I whispered, heart pounding like a snare drum in a jazz solo, "I'm cooked. I'm totally, cosmically, isekai-level cooked. I've been ROB'ed."
The moment I whispered those exact words I froze as I could hear the drumroll from god knows where.
Rolled: Aura (RWBY) = Free CP
Spoiler: Roll
+100 CP Good Luck. You will need it.
"Okay, maybe not completely cooked," I muttered, a grin tugging at my lips as a golden light surged through my body, radiant and warm like morning sun bottled up and poured into my bones. For a few seconds, I glowed like a Christmas tree on steroids… then it faded.
I blinked.
"I've got a superpower. A genuine-to-God superpower. Oh, that's not ominous at all!"
Not just that—Celestial Grimoire. That's endgame loot. If I could keep breathing long enough, godhood wasn't just possible—it was practically penciled in on my calendar.
But then came the punch to the gut.
"What about my family?" The thought slipped in, uninvited. Am I dead back home? Missing? Do they think I ran off? Got hit by that metaphorical truck for real?
Nothing I could do about it right now.
Survival first. Existential dread later.
"Mum, look! That boy's smiling weirdly at the sky!"
Snapped out of my spiral, I turned just in time to see a tiny catgirl pointing at me. Her mother, a tall feline woman with tabby-patterned ears and a permanent scowl, grabbed her arm and hustled her along.
"Hush! Don't look at strange humans."
"Well that was rude," I muttered, brushing imaginary dust off my hoodie and glancing around—then my eyes landed on something familiar.
A fruit stand. Apples—Appas, actually. The man behind the cart watched me, arms crossed, chewing a twig like he was straight out of a cowboy western.
He clocked me staring.
"Hey, kid," he called out, voice gruff. "You want some Appas?"
I hesitated. "I would if I had any money." Before he could scowl—or worse, call the guards—I quickly added, "You know where I could earn my keep? Kinda new to the city, if the clothes didn't already give it away."
He studied me—sizing me up. He was the kind of guy who could probably lift his entire stall one-handed just to prove a point.
Muscular, solid as a fortress. Slicked-back green hair held by a black headband. A sleeveless black vest with gold trim. Thick metal bracelets on both wrists. And scars—two deep ones down from his forehead, and another just beneath his left eye. The kind of face that screamed "I survived a bar fight with a bear and didn't spill my drink."
"What can you even do? You look soft. Are you a noble or something?"
Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't lie. But this wasn't a normal circumstance—it was a new world circumstance. And if he thought I was a noble? Why ruin a perfectly good misunderstanding?
I glanced away bashfully. "I'd rather not say. I came here for a fresh start." Then, with a confident smirk: "But I'm stronger than I look, if that helps."
He grunted. "Hmph. Ever sold anything before?"
"My parents ran a shop since I was three. I could sell sunlight in a bottle if you let me." I winked.
That got him. He barked out a laugh—big, hearty, and rough around the edges. "You're a cheeky one. Alright, you seem honest enough. Help me out today, and you'll at least earn enough to survive. Maybe even find a real job."
"Sure… but aren't you worried I'm up to no good?" I asked, cautious. I'd watched enough isekai anime—Redo of Healer was still giving me trust issues.
He shrugged. "You're clean, well-dressed, and not afraid to speak up. I smell a merchant when I see one." His expression softened. "Besides, my wife's off Volcanica-knows-where, and I could use a hand." He said while hiding obvious pity and helpful tone from his voice. What is he, tsundere?
Wife? Volcanica knows where?
Wait—Volcanica? Isn't that the volcano bug Pokémon from Black and White?
I shook the thought. Focus.
"Alright!" I said with a grin, giving a big thumbs up. "Let me show you how we hustle back in Kathmandu."
"Name's Kadomon," he said, sticking out a hand like a true businessman. "Don't know where that is but Let's see what you've got kid."
The Royal Capital of Lugunica was especially crowded today—not that I'd know what "normal" looked like, considering I crash-landed here just three hours ago. Still, I was getting the hang of it. At least I'd learned that these things were called "Appas." Dumb name for apples, honestly. There were probably plenty more dumb names I hadn't stumbled across yet.
But one thing stuck out: the name Lugunica. It sparked something in my brain like a faint song I couldn't place. Same with the Appa vendor, Kadomon. I didn't know why, but some instinct kept whispering that I knew this place… not just from logic, but from memory.
"Come on, folks! Fresh Appas straight from Gusteko! You won't find anything crisper in the capital!" I called out with manufactured cheer.
And to be clear: I wasn't putting on a fake smile to hide some brooding sadness. No, this was just my shopkeeper face. It came from fifteen years of retail warfare, having helped my parents at the bazaar since I was seven. This face was forged in the fire of screaming aunties, haggling uncles, and monsoon-season sales.
"You're doin' surprisingly well, kid," Kadomon grunted, handing a satchel of Appas to our last customer as the crowd began to thin. "But you're drawin' too much attention."
"That's the point, my muscular mentor," I replied, dusting my hands. "Brooding merchants are background noise. You want people to look—then listen—then buy. If I were a pretty girl with pigtails, this whole stand would've been sold out an hour ago."
Kadomon shrugged. "Can't argue with results. Smart using Gusteko in the pitch—people trust those northern Appas."
I didn't actually know that. I'd just parroted what he said earlier about his delivery route. Worked like a charm, though.
Still, I could feel the heat of the stink-eye radiating from the neighboring vendors like passive-aggressive torches. I gave them my best clueless grin and a friendly wave. Most didn't wave back.
See, shopkeeping is a cutthroat business. There's no blood, but a lot of metaphorical knives to the back—usually delivered with a polite smile and a free sample. The stalls beside you aren't allies. They're just enemies who haven't stolen your customers yet. It's a battlefield, kids. Know what you're signing up for.
"Dear!"
A sharp voice sliced through the Appa-scented air. A woman with long, violet hair barreled toward the stall like a one-woman stampede. "Plum's gone! I turned around for one second, and she—she—!"
"It's okay, it's okay," Kadomon said quickly. "She grew up in this city—she'll be fi—ghruck!"
He was abruptly cut off as she punched him directly in the throat with the precision of a seasoned wife.
"My daughter is missing! Go find her!" she snapped, her personality doing a complete 180 into full feral mode.
I, wisely, took a half-step back and tried to fade into the background. Oh Mother Earth, spread thy cheeks and swallow me whole. Wait. I'm not on Earth anymore. Mother Lugunica? No, that sounds like a death metal band.
"I'll do it," I said before my brain could veto the idea. My hand was in the air like I was volunteering to clean the blackboard after class.
"What?" the woman turned toward me, her glare still hot enough to sterilize a blade.
"I-I'm good at finding people!" I said quickly, saluting out of sheer panic. "Just tell me what she looks like, and I'll go look."
"Are you sure?" Kadomon rasped, rubbing his neck. "Didn't you just say you're new to the city?"
"Yeah, but I'm good at talking to people. I talked my way into this job, didn't I?" I smirked, riding that thin line between confidence and stupidity.
He blinked, then gave a soft laugh. "Well, if you're willing…"
"I'd appreciate it," the woman said, her fire dimming into something that looked suspiciously like gratitude.
I darted through the bustling city, a skip in my step like I was starring in a one-man musical. This Aura power? No joke. No wonder those girls in RWBY could pull off anime gymnastics while being stabbed in twelve dimensions. Aura didn't exactly give me Doctor Octopus precision, but the strength and agility? Peak. And the perceptual boost? Like my brain was running on premium.
Even my skin was clearing up—tiny cuts, pimples, dead skin? Gone. I had regen like some walking medieval skincare ad.
"Excuse me, have you seen a green-haired girl about this tall?"
"Her name is Plum."
"She's six. Definitely not with me for those reasons, sir knight. She's my mentor's daughter, alright?"
"Oh, you believe me? Bless your soul, you handsome red-haired lie-detector. See you 'round."
I looked everywhere—alleys, rooftops, under fruit carts—and yes, I was now leaping across rooftops like a budget superhero. Didn't even break anything, which surprised me. Or didn't. Because last time I fell, I tanked it. Aura, baby.
Now if only I could find that kid before some shady noble with "child predator vibes" started lurking.
Then I heard it.
"Someone—! I need a man—!!!"
I skidded to a halt, peeking over the edge of a rooftop. No way. The exact same alley I woke up in. And down there was a girl—mean eyes blazing, surrounded by three street thugs.
What were the odds?
"Bitch… Don't screw around! You're seriously yelling at a time like this?!" Thug #1 barked.
"You're supposed to listen if you don't want to get hurt!" Thug #2 added.
"Shut up! Who gives a damn what normally happens?! Offbeat, off path, wrong way, they're all right! I just wanna find some gold and silver-haired hotties!" the girl snapped back, looking utterly unbothered.
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Why is she not panicking?! That's my job!
"Three future dead thugs say what?" I called, casually from the rooftop.
"What?" all four said in unison—including the girl.
Grinning, I pushed my Aura into overdrive. A golden glow surged around me—probably invisible in the daylight, but the alley itself seemed to flare.
"Geronimo!" I shouted, jumping off like gravity owed me rent.
"The fuuuuu—!" was all I heard before I crashed down onto the three thugs, gravity doing what she does her best. Huh this must be how highflyers in WWE must feel while delivering their finisher.
And holy cobblestones, that hurt. Not enough to injure—thanks Aura—but just enough to make me see stars. My everything vibrated with regret.
"Oh my gods, are you okay?!" the girl shouted, more shocked than actually concerned.
I stumbled upright. "All part of the plan—"
"Shush! Who jumps off a three-story building like a lunatic?!"
"Well—"
"Insane people! That's who!"
"Okay, and I'm not the one who yelled 'I need a man' like you were working the street corner!"
Shit. Mouth, meet foot.
"You're lucky you helped," she growled, turning to the groaning thugs like a gremlin queen.
"Well, well, who's on the floor now, Ton, Chin, Kan?" she said, kicking them with glee.
"…That's seriously their names?" I asked, eyebrow raised.
"Who cares," she said, giving me a once-over. "Your clothes… kinda weird compared to everyone else."
"You shouldn't talk, jumpsuit girl," I countered.
She paused.
"Oh my god… you know what this is. You're from Earth too!" she gasped, practically bouncing.
"No, I'm from Nepal."
"…That's on Earth, dipshit."
We both froze, then grinned like idiots.
""A fellow Wo/man of culture."" The high five slapped with a loud bang in the alleyway.
"So you're from Japan." I nodded as we both stepped out of the alley into the trading district. Kadomon's wife, Riksha, had gone off to search the other part of the city for her daughter, so this zone was mine. "Besides samurai, ninja, anime, manga, video games, kanji that looks like cursed runes, yakuza, sushi, and… war crimes, I don't really know much about Japan."
"We don't talk about the war crimes," she snapped, jabbing a finger dangerously close to my face. "Like, ever."
"Besides, that's some damn good Japanese for someone who doesn't speak Japanese."
"No, we're speaking Nepali," I corrected, blinking in confusion.
We both paused.
Our eyes widened.
"Isekai package. Translator magic," we said in sync, laughing.
"I'm Natsuki Subaru. Subaru's the given name."
"Winter. (शिशिर) Just call me that. Last names don't really mean much here anyway, right?"
Wait a second… Natsuki Subaru? As in the Subaru from Re:Zero?
Oh fuck. This isn't just any isekai. This is the Dark Souls of anime. The one where the protagonist dies over and over in increasingly traumatic ways just for existing. And now it's this girl taking that hit?
"Why're you looking at me like that?" Subaru whined. "That's the face you make when a puppy gets kicked. Stop it."
"Nothing," I said quickly, forcing a smile. "Anyway, it's been great meeting you, but I'm kind of in the middle of something. My new boss's daughter is missing. Kid, green hair, yay-high. You seen her?"
Subaru paused, thinking. "Well, I'll help you find her… if you help me first. I'm looking for someone too. A girl—silver hair, white robe. You seen her?"
I scratched the back of my head. "I've seen plenty of silver-haired girls, but most of them were flirting with me for Appa discounts."
"Really?" she said, half-horrified, half-impressed.
"Nah. They were all old ladies," I snorted. Subaru gave me the glare of death, as if I'd just insulted her grandmother.
"She's not an old lady. She's beautiful. And there's a cat. Not that she waves it around like a fashion statement. That's all I've got. Any bells?"
"Sorry, no dice. I literally crash-landed here a few hours ago. But hey—why don't we look together? I've already covered the western district."
"Yeah… sounds good," she murmured, more to herself than me. "So good to finally find a friendly face again."
"Again?" I echoed.
"Nothing." She shook her head quickly and walked ahead, like she hadn't just dropped a cryptic emotional bomb.
I caught up beside her. "…So, what are you gonna do when you find this girl?"
"I'm going to find what she lost, She will lose soon Or… something she's going to looking for. And I'll give it to her."
"You talk like you've seen the future or something. Who are you, Doctor Who?"
Subaru giggled. "Oh, if only. That would make everything so much easier."
We walked through the whole market plaza, and with each passing moment, it felt more and more like a fool's errand. The day was dimming fast, the sky starting to welcome the orange hues of early evening. It wasn't quite dusk yet, but it was definitely approaching.
"Winter!" I turned to see Kadoman running toward us, huffing and puffing like he'd just finished a marathon. He skidded to a halt, wheezing pitifully.
"What's the point of muscles if you nearly die after light jogging?" Subaru couldn't help but snipe, sniffing indignantly.
"Oh, you're here helping too?" he asked, recognizing her. I nodded in confirmation.
"Thanks, kid, but Plum already came back. I didn't want you running around the city helplessly when it wasn't needed anymore—especially since my daughter's already returned." His voice had that unmistakable fatherly relief to it. "Come with me now. You've got some silver coin and some Appa to your name."
Subaru shot me puppy-dog eyes, big and glistening like she just got kicked out of an anime opening.
Urgh. I can't just back out on a promise, can I?
"Sorry, man. I promised to help her back since she helped me, so…"
Kadoman laughed and tossed me a familiar satchel—the weight of Appa and the clink of coins unmistakable as I caught it in haste.
"No problem, kid. I prepared just in case," he chuckled. "If that half-elf hadn't brought my little girl back… sigh, I don't even want to think."
"Wait—half-elf?" Subaru perked up, tone suddenly sharp with excitement. "She wouldn't happen to be the girl looking for an insignia, would she?"
Kadoman's arms crossed immediately, eyes narrowing with suspicion. The same kind of suspicion that said: Why is this random girl so interested in my daughter's savior?
"We're actually trying to help her too," I jumped in before Subaru could accidentally light a fire under the man's temper. "Can you tell us where she went?"
Kadoman didn't look happy, but he wasn't completely closed off either.
"Normally I wouldn't get into other people's business. But… she did help, so I told her where the pickpocket went. Slums. She was chasing down the bastard who stole her insignia," he muttered. Then he stared hard at Subaru. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"
"Oh, this is worse than I thought," Subaru muttered, biting her thumb. "We need to find her. Now, her life is in serious danger."
"That's the face of someone who really wants to help. Alright, I'll come back later. See you, Kadoman." I grabbed her hand and started walking quickly.
"Wait—why are we running?" she asked, but didn't stop as we slipped back into the alleyway.
"Do you have the social awareness of a goldfish or something?" I snapped, my eyebrow twitching. "He was obviously starting to suspect you."
"Why? What did I do?!"
"Are you usually this airheaded? You know things you're not supposed to know, and you say them without thinking. A normal person's going to assume you're either a spy, a stalker, or just straight-up weird, you know?" I lectured the confused girl as we walked deeper into the slums of Lugunica.
People noticed us. They pretended not to, but their side-eyes said otherwise—like we'd just kicked their puppy and asked for change.
"Oh? Then aren't you weirded out too?" Subaru asked, eyeing my face for a reaction.
"Of course I am," I said, nodding. "But I also feel like you're telling the truth. You're from Earth, and I'm choosing to trust that. Besides, I've already got a few theories of my own."
"Like what?" she asked. Her eyes looked… wrong. Hollow. That wasn't just trauma; that was time. Like she'd aged ten years in a day.
"You're using your isekai cheat. Either you're Japanese Sherlock Holmes, you can read minds, or you can mess with time." I grinned as if I were joking, even though I wasn't really.
I couldn't exactly say: Hey Subaru, I know you from an anime where you die again and again in a time loop and need therapy more than weapons. Oh, also? You were a dude.
Yeah… nah. I'm taking that one to my grave. Not handing out existential crises today.
She froze.
Her eyes locked on mine again, sharper now. Unnerving.
"Then why help me?" she said. "I could be luring you to your death, you know. I know you've got your Aura, but if I focus here…"
She suddenly grabbed my right arm and twisted it behind my back. Hard. Too hard.
Damn—she's stronger than she looks.
"I could shatter your arm even with the Aura. You've already broken it twice when you were a child, haven't you? Should I make it a hat trick?"
My instincts screamed to flare my Aura and knock her into next week—but I didn't. Not because I couldn't. Because I realized something:
She knew that. The only way she'd know that… is if I told her.
Ah. Her superpower.
Return by Death.
"You could do that," I said, calmly jerking my arm free. "But you won't."
She blinked.
"And don't play the brooding mysterious girl with me," I said, leaning toward her. "I can see through that act. You know me, but I don't know you. Conclusion? Time's involved. So if my future self trusted you with that information… then I'll trust myself. Even if I don't trust you."
"…And why don't you tell the real reason too?" she asked, huffing as she relaxed her grip.
"Well…" I scratched my cheek. "Despite looking like a shut-in, you're actually pretty. I'd feel kinda bad if I let you die."
Her mouth twitched. "And why do you think I'll die?"
"Because you're walking like a woman heading to her own execution," I said. "You're shaking."
"No I'm not," she muttered. But her steps got faster.
"Nobody's going to die. Nobody."Suddenly I froze as I could hear the drumroll rolling inside my mind as a familiar sensation went through my body.
Mirror Alice (Highschool DXD) = 200CP
Spoiler: Rolling
Mirror Alice (Highschool DXD) = 200CP
Right back at ya! When activated, this Gear takes the form of a glowing, transparent mirror in front of the user or an ally. An attack that strikes this mirror is immediately reflected back onto the attacker, with twice the destructive power. Why is this being offered so cheaply? Well, it has a cool-down period that prevents it from being summoned twice in a row, which means it is best reserved for baiting a finishing move or protecting a weaker ally. Eventually, the user can learn to summon multiple mirrors, lessening this weakness slightly.
I gasped.
Time resumed. The sensation faded, leaving only the eerie calm that comes when your very soul is altered without your consent. My body didn't hurt—my brain didn't lag—but I knew, deep down, something divine had nested inside me.
A Sacred Gear. A tool crafted by the God of the Bible, the Torah, and the Quran—designed to protect humanity from the supernatural.
Too bad it had ended up in the hands of a devil girl from anime fanservice hell.
At least now it was with me—still human… though with the Celestial Grimoire, I couldn't tell how long that would last.
"Is something wrong?" Subaru asked. She looked anxious. More and more so, the deeper into the slums we went.
"Yeah. Felt like something crawled up my soul," I muttered. "Just peachy."
We walked in silence for five more minutes before coming to a stop.
A rundown shack stood before us—cracked wooden boards, flickering lantern, and the kind of atmosphere that screamed robbery, murder, or both.
"This should be it, according to my information…" Subaru muttered, mostly to herself.
I frowned at the ramshackle hut. "But does a human really live here? Not to sound racist, but… they gotta be vampires or zombies, right?"
Subaru tilted her head, then stepped up to a wooden board that passed for a door.
Without hesitation, she knocked. I followed close behind, nerves flaring.
Something felt wrong.
Was this where she died last time? Did I die, too? Damn it—why couldn't I remember that timeline?
And that's the thing about time loopers.
It's better to stay close. Better to stay relevant.
Because if you're not, then when they reset the world… you're gone. Just another corpse in the sandbox.
Maybe it's manipulative. Maybe it's selfish.
But it's also survival. And besides, I'm helping her too. That makes it a symbiotic relationship—not parasitic.
"Password?" a voice called from inside.
"To the rats," Subaru answered smoothly.
"Where do they sell boric acid balls?"
"Poison."
"To the skeletons."
"Digging's harder than you'd expect, huh? Pitfall."
"To the noble dragon we are—"
Subaru smirked. "It probably really exists in this fantasy world. But if I faced it, I'd get wrecked. Still, I wanna meet it. I can't lie to my stupid little heart. I do like it. Real shitbag of a feeling."
"Can't you just say the password without all that crap?! You're too damned annoying!"
The door slammed open—violently, like someone had kicked it from the inside.
Subaru jumped back, clearly expecting it.
I stepped forward automatically, putting myself between her and the snarling giant in the doorway. Dude was massive. Bald. Red-faced like he just sprinted through a volcano.
"You'll give yourself an aneurysm like that," I muttered. "Dangerous, even with modern medicine."
"If you know that, don't piss me off!" he bellowed. "I've gotta keep this place cleared out today! You can't enter! Serves you right!"
He stamped his foot like a toddler. A giant toddler with murder in his eyes.
But his smirk faded when I raised my hand. It glowed—brighter now, since the sky outside had dimmed into evening.
"Make me more angry. See what happens."
God, I sounded cool.
Internally? Screaming.
That's a real-ass giant.
Is he Hagrid's bald cousin?
"We know a girl named Felt stole the insignia from a royal candidate," Subaru said, stepping up again. "Either let us in, or I'll bring the Royal Knights. I met Reinhard this afternoon, so I wouldn't test me."
"…The name's Rom. And you've got terrible diplomacy, young lady."
With a groan of surrender, the giant turned, shrinking slightly as he let us pass.
We stepped inside.
The interior was dusty, cluttered, and somehow colder than outside.
And sitting casually at the counter—legs swinging, cup of milk in hand—was the thief herself.
Blonde hair. Crimson eyes. Small frame. Looked like beggar Gilgamesh. She gave off an energy that screamed: I will stab you if you make fun of my height.
She caught me staring.
"What's with that increasingly pitying expression? You looking down on me 'cause I'm a girl and a little filthy?"
"No. You're just not what I pictured when we were chasing down a thief who can get us something we want."
She snorted. "What, a customer?"
Her eyes narrowed. Still guarded. Still coiled like a spring.
"Since you came all the way here, I assume you've got business with me? Judging by your look, you're not from around here."
"Oh. To notice that I'm not one of you—you've got good eyes," Subaru said smugly.
"That sounded really condescending," I whispered, then turned to the thief. "Sorry about my companion. She's… a bit spoiled."
"Oi." Subaru stomped her foot, playing into the role perfectly.
Felt wasn't laughing. Her fingers twitched—and a knife slipped into her hand with practiced ease.
Rom stood beside her now, his club resting near the table.
"What I want," Subaru said, stepping forward with conviction, "is just one thing. I want to buy back the insignia you stole. Right here. Right now."
Earned title of Shouting Merchant +100CP
Defeated Ton Chin Kan (Three Thugs of Subaru) + 100CP
Teased Subaru and Witch of Envy about possible knowledge of Return By Death and still living + 300
Rolled: Mirror Alice (Highschool DXD) = 200CP
Right back at ya! When activated, this Gear takes the form of a glowing, transparent mirror in front of the user or an ally. An attack that strikes this mirror is immediately reflected back onto the attacker, with twice the destructive power. Why is this being offered so cheaply? Well, it has a cool-down period that prevents it from being summoned twice in a row, which means it is best reserved for baiting a finishing move or protecting a weaker ally. Eventually, the user can learn to summon multiple mirrors, lessening this weakness slightly.
Total CP:300