Misaka

Misaka’s azure blue visor is supposed to predict storms over The Heart of the Forest. Lately, all it shows is a quiet, rhythmic pulse originating from somewhere deep inside their own skull. They wear the ramen hat as a distraction, a piece of local whimsy to mask the uneasy set of their mouth and the cold sweat on their brow. The happy, singing locals see a quiet mystic; they don't see the foreign diagnostic code that scrolls across the visor's inner lens when no one is looking. Misaka has heard whispers of Taihi's painful transformation, of machinery revealed beneath the skin. They practice with their combat pole until their arms ache, preparing for a fight against an enemy they can never see, one that shares their own reflection.