Chopper nodded. "Yeah. Growing bones is just the surface. My Quirk lets me enhance my body in a bunch of ways—toughening my skin, sharpening my senses, and boosting my speed and strength. And I can use the bones I produce for all kinds of stuff—defense, weapons, and even creating tools if I need to. It's versatile, but... the more I push it, the more strain it puts on my body."
Raiden's interest deepened. "Makes sense why your classmates have to get creative to keep up with you, you also had quite a lot of abilities."
"Technically, it's just one ability. Transforming a humanoid Reindeer. When I do, the magic happens and make all that I said"
Raiden absorbed Chopper's explanation, No wonder Chopper was so powerful.
"Good," Raiden said, nodding with approval. "My Quirk is also like yours, I can transform into well, this, When I do I can use psychic powers and a lot of abilities, the ones you saw in the festival among other ones, that it"
At Raiden's response, Chopper nodded and passed to the next issue. "For now, let's focus on surviving and securing food and water supplies."
He crouched down and rummaged through the suitcases scattered around them. The search didn't take long, and his findings were underwhelming.
"There's barely anything here," Raiden muttered, his voice edged with frustration. "Just one bottle of water, a couple of pills for stomach aches, a knife, a bar of soap, some basic hygiene stuff for our teeth... That's it."
"That's... not much," Chopper admitted, frowning. "Barely enough to get us through a day, let alone a whole week."
"Yeah. But there's a water source nearby—I spotted a lake when I was flying over the area. Probably gonna be a hotspot for fights, though.
As for food, there are fruit trees around, and I saw a few rabbits along the way. We'll have to gather what we can." Raiden's gaze drifted to the dense forest surrounding them, eyes already searching for potential resources.
"Maybe. But before we start worrying about food, we should find shelter," Chopper replied.
"We're supposed to be out here for a week. Even if we get the eight points we need, we'll probably have to survive until the end. And the only way to contact the teachers is through the emergency button... But using it means we lose."
Raiden nodded, acknowledging the truth in Chopper's words. Eight points. That meant defeating six of their classmates within the week. They already had two points, one each.
But even if they managed to gather the points quickly, it didn't guarantee safety.
"What if we get the eight points, and someone ambushes us afterward?" Raiden asked, his expression darkening. "Nobody said the game ends once we hit that number. So, yeah... Finding a good shelter has to be our top priority."
Chopper gave a firm nod. With the discussion over, he activated his Quirk, his body transforming smoothly into something far more intimidating. In moments, his form had shifted into a full-fledged Wendigo—a creature straight out of nightmares.
Muscles swelled under his skin, his limbs lengthening and thickening. His antlers grew twisted, and sharpened to deadly points.
Fur covered his frame, thick and coarse, his eyes gleaming with a predatory intensity, and the skull on his face, it was a living nightmare.
Raiden watched the transformation with a hint of admiration. Two monsters teaming up. It was almost poetic.
"All right," Raiden said, his gaze steady. "Let's find ourselves a place to call home for the week. And if anyone tries to take it from us... they'll regret it."
The team of monsters moved steadily toward the center of the island, retracing Raiden's earlier path to the lake where he had first descended. Their pace was swift but cautious.
Both kept their eyes and senses alert, scanning the forest around them for any sign of movement.
The woods were dense, and while sunlight filtered through the leaves in scattered patches, sometimes strange shadows appeared as they moved, it did little to ease the tension in the air.
For now, the plan was simple—avoid any fights and focus on survival. They didn't need to clash with anyone today, not when the game had just begun.
As they navigated between trees and over tangled roots, Raiden sent a thought directly into Chopper's mind.
"Once we find a safe place to settle, we need to focus on gathering food. We're here for a week, and there's no point in wasting energy on battles right away. Also, just a heads-up—I'm speaking straight into your mind. You don't need to talk out loud, just think your reply. It'll help us stay quiet."
"Oh? That's actually really cool!" Chopper replied mentally, clearly impressed. "What other powers you hiding, huh? Actually, now that I think about it, I've always known you as Raiden, but shouldn't we start using our hero names? Feels more official—and honestly, cooler."
"Mewtwo," Raiden replied simply. "What about you?"
"Wendigo. Figured it was obvious," Chopper answered with a mental laugh. "I mean, look at me. Fits perfectly, right? The Nightmare Hero: Wendigo."
Raiden glanced over at his companion, and he had to admit—there was no better name. Chopper's current form looked like it had stepped straight out of a dark legend.
Antlers, eyes glowing, limbs stretched under thick fur. Even his voice in Raiden's mind carried a chilling echo.
"Yeah… it fits," Raiden admitted with slight smile. "You could scare off half the island just by showing up."
"Good," Wendigo replied with a grin that showed too many sharp teeth. "That'll save us some trouble."
After a pause, Wendigo asked curiously, "So what's your full title?"
"The Psychic Hero: Mewtwo," Raiden answered. Lifting a few stones from the forest floor with his mind and making them orbit gently around his hand.
Wendigo gave a low chuckle in response—or rather, Raiden heard it that way in his mind.
It wasn't exactly a laugh, more like a deep growl layered with amusement.
Oddly enough, whenever they spoke mentally, Raiden noticed something peculiar.
The voice he heard in his head wasn't just a flat mental tone—it matched the speaker's current form.
When Wendigo spoke, his thoughts carried the same eerie, monstrous timbre as his transformed voice. Even Raiden's own voice took on a deeper, more distant quality when he was using his Quirk.
It was subtle, but it added a strange layer of a deeper tone to their psychic communication. Like their minds weren't just talking—they were present.
When the boys finally reached the lake, they had to pause for a moment—it was stunning.
A true natural wonder. The larger of the two lakes stretched out before them in pristine silence, its waters so clear they could see fish gliding just beneath the surface. The gentle movement of the water sparkled under the sunlight, creating a mirror-like effect that made the whole scene feel unreal.
Raiden narrowed his eyes, studying the view. A thought began to take shape.
"I think... I know where we could hide," he said mentally as he pointed to the lake.
Wendigo turned toward him, the pale, skeletal features of his face twisted in disbelief. His glowing eyes widened, and he shook his head slowly.
"You're not serious, are you?"
"I am," Raiden replied, still staring out at the shimmering surface. "What better place to hide than somewhere no one would think to look?"
"I don't know about you, but I can't breathe underwater," Wendigo shot back dryly. "I'd prefer a hideout where I don't suffocate and die."
Raiden smirked. "Neither can I—but I've got a solution. Just watch."
He raised a hand and began making slow, circular motions. As his fingers moved, the surface of the water started to shift. Ripples formed, then small waves. The lake stirred unnaturally, responding to his telekinetic will. Then, without warning, the water parted.
A tunnel of air opened up, forming a curved passage straight through the lakebed.
A semi-dry path was revealed beneath the arc of suspended water, like something pulled out of a dream.
Without waiting for a response, Raiden stepped forward and entered the corridor of air. The water rose above and around him, held at bay by sheer psychic force.
Wendigo watched him for a second, then let out a long sigh. "Of course he can do that," he muttered.
And without further complaint, he followed.
The deeper they walked, the more surreal it felt. They were inside a giant bubble of air, surrounded on all sides by water and light. Fish swam calmly around them. Shadows of larger creatures drifted in the distance. It was like walking through the heart of an aquarium—alive, peaceful.
Raiden kept the dome of air wide—about eight meters in diameter—with enough room for them to move comfortably.
"This is insane," Chopper said mentally, awe bleeding into his thoughts. "It's like being in a dream. But how are we supposed to stay here? We can't breathe down here forever."
"We won't have to," Raiden replied. "I don't plan to live in the middle of the lake like this. This is where your power comes in. Look over there."
He pointed toward a large rock formation deeper below, nestled against the lakebed.
"The structures formed by your Quirk are permanent, right?"
"Oh, I see it now," Wendigo replied with a laugh. "We're so deep underwater that anyone passing by will just see a pile of rocks. They'll mistake my Quirk for part of the landscape."
He paused for a moment, then added, "But even if I build a dome with my bones, we're still going to need air. Oxygen doesn't last forever."
"I know," Raiden responded. "But I can bring in fresh air periodically using my powers. If we make the dome big enough, we could stay down here for seven, maybe eight hours before needing more."
Without another word, Wendigo stepped forward and activated his Quirk.
His antlers began to stretch and twist, bone growing from them in long, branching arcs. It didn't stop. The bone extended outward, interlocking with the natural rock formations nearby. He used the existing stone to anchor and support the structure, reducing the strain on his Quirk and spending less energy.
In a matter of minutes, the beginnings of a protective dome took shape—blending perfectly with the environment, hidden from above.
Wendigo made sure to shape his Quirk in an erratic, uneven pattern—twisting and branching the bone in unpredictable ways.
This way, from the outside, the structure would resemble a pile of scattered rocks rather than something artificial or organic.
At the same time, Raiden assisted by using his telekinesis to push the surrounding water away, giving Chopper more space to work.
He also floated nearby stones into place, helping form the foundation of the dome.
Working together in silent coordination, they managed to create a crude but stable cave beneath the lake in under ten minutes.
It wasn't perfect, but it was hidden, protected, and good enough to serve as their temporary base.
Once inside the dome, they both paused. The air was thin. Not dangerously low, but not ideal either. There was still more water inside than they would have liked, puddles spreading unevenly across the uneven floor.
Without wasting time, Raiden floated back up through the passage and began channeling air from the surface.
Using controlled bursts of telekinesis, he brought down pockets of oxygen, sending them directly into the dome. After a few trips, the water inside was nearly gone, and the space filled with breathable air.
Fortunately, they had built the entrance low and narrow enough to keep most of the oxygen from escaping. The outer shell was sealed well, the gaps between the bone and rocks tightly secured.
To make the place a little more livable, they used flat rocks and a layer of sand to create a relatively smooth floor. It wasn't exactly home, but it would do for now.
Back inside, the two of them stood quietly for a moment, looking around. The dim light filtering through the water above gave the space a surreal, bluish glow.
Raiden finally let out a short laugh.
"Well, that went better than expected," he said, clearly pleased.
"Yeah, looks decent," Chopper agreed, glancing at the walls. "But how exactly are we supposed to know when we're running low on oxygen? I'd really rather not die from carbon dioxide buildup."
End of the chapter.