The Snake Miraculous is ideal for easy transit.
I wish I could use it every day. But today wasn't routine. This was a targeted mission—one that demanded speed and discretion.
I pressed the Miraculous on my wrist, feeling a subtle shift in pressure ripple through my limbs. Sass slithered into motion, his translucent body coiling with purpose as I whispered the transformation word. Seconds later, the surge overtook me, my civilian clothes swept away, replaced by the flexible armor of Viperion.
I moved fast, rooftops flickering past like frames on a reel. The wind traced fine lines across my cheeks.
I still didnt quite know where fu was, just a general direction, I knew he was in the lower income part of the city simply because it was next to our school and the only half of the city with dojos.
As I was headed near the center of the city Wayzz had blasted out of the city limits not five minutes ago fast, anx erratic, something urgent. I tracked the path the kwami had just exited from and mapped the quadrant in my head.
Lucky me that made a three hour search three minutes.
I didn't follow the path Wayzz took. I chased it. But I veered toward where I knew he had come from.
I knew a few things about Master Wang Fu. His identity was shrouded in questionable decisions and bound to the miracle box . But I'd gathered fragments. Protector of the Miracle Box of course, destroyed the entirety or at least almost of the forgotten order of the miraculous. And a man who supposedly erased his own memories to keep magic safe.
But that has yet to happen and that simply made him a wildcard.
And wildcards? They're useful. Especially when you're playing for more than just there power. I did want to know more about the miraculouses. Not just the ladybug one the show had only gave lore to but the rest. He at least had a bit pf history with miraculouses and Id be shocked if he didnt read a single one. He had the kind of institutional knowledge that outlived even Hawk Moth's mask.
The city blurred beneath me until the rooftops dipped lower. The buildings changed. Stylized structures. Red lanterns. Jade tiling. Stone lions standing silent guard.
It was almost like a Chinatown ripoff.
Paris's eastern quarter wasn't just souvenir shops and restaurants. It was older. Tighter. Built with hidden patterns. Aesthetics mattered here. Meaning lived in the design. I dropped onto the rooftop of a bakery wrapped in paper dragons. The air smelled like incense and roast duck.and began heading to where I believe I pin pointed.
No one paid me much attention. An old man sorted fish with one hand, played chess with the other. A mother balanced three grocery bags and a toddler, shouting at someone across the street. Neon kanji buzzed in a storefront window. A food cart clattered down the road as its owner sang in Mandarin. Streetlights hung low. Red was everywhere—walls, signs, paper, fabric. Red for luck. Red for protection.
It didn't take long.
The dojo stood just off the main street. Simple in form but precise in its upkeep. A traditional roof curved overhead, a plaque with faded characters hanging above the door.
I slipped into the alley beside it, letting the shadows swallow me as I de-transformed. The last flicker of light from the Miraculous dimmed as I approached the back.
No cameras or any sort of security. But I felt watched. Not by people. By the space itself, maybe my kwami or something.
I found a window. Looked in.
There he was.
Slumped against a wooden chair: Master Fu.
Smaller than I imagined. Not weak, but aged in a way that suggested deliberate retreat. Like he'd allowed time to pull him into stillness.
Then he fell.
Unconscious?
I didn't force the windos but I waited to see if I was correct, judging by how mich time already passed it was clear.
Silence.
I circled around and entered through the front. It wasn't locked in fact it had a slight crack, I eased it open.
Inside, the dojo was restrained. Nothing excessive. No clutter or scrolls on the wall like I originally thought. A single plant in the corner. A low table. The kind of place designed to still the mind.
Fu hadn't moved.
I approached his body, but suddenly paused at a thought just a minor one but that struck me looking in the almost empty room was his dedt and next to it a dresser one I knew that held something I couldnt even begin to fathum.
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Author note: had to break it up into a 2 parter for some reason my phone still isnt here `~` (Dying out here without it, also cant read comments cause Im using a friends hotspot and hes about to go.)