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The ones that are summoned are from the other stories that I have written. So don't be weirded out by how out of character they are.
Let me show you a true hero! Full Control! JJK: Sukuna the Helpful Menace! Charming Demon!
Chapter 7
As Taylor agreed to accompany Miss Militia to the PRT for testing, the tension in the air slightly eased, but it didn't dissipate completely.
Homelander's posture remained rigid, his jaw tightening as he processed the decision, while Sukuna smirked, appearing wholly unconcerned.
Izuku, on the other hand, still seemed hopeful, flipping open his notebook to jot down notes about the potential controlled testing.
"Good. We can leave immediately if that's alright with you." Miss Militia inclined her head in understanding.
Taylor hesitated, looking at a motorcycle that looked to be only able to fit two people.
"Uh… what about them?" She gestured towards her four summoned companions.
Miss Militia's gaze flickered between them before she answered carefully.
"I think they are more than able to follow us on their own, but I have another vehicle close by that they can ride in."
Sukuna snickered. "Someone came prepared."
"…And if we say no?" Homelander crossed his arms, only to get elbowed by Taylor who looked at him with a raised brow.
Miss Militia didn't blink. "Then we'd have a problem."
Taylor quickly intervened before things could escalate.
"No problems! We'll go," She turned to glare at the four capes, especially John. "All of us."
John's expression was unreadable, but he nodded after a moment. "…Fine."
Izuku had no objections, with him currently questioning Miss Militia for all she was worth with stars in her eyes.
Sukuna, while clearly uninterested in following orders, didn't seem to care enough to argue.
And Alastor? Well, he simply tipped his imaginary hat and gestured for Miss Militia to lead the way.
Well… at least they're behaving?
—
The trip to the PRT was, to put it mildly, awkward.
Miss Militia led them to an unmarked black SUV parked just around the corner, along with about five PRT soldiers.
It was large enough to seat them all, which included the soldiers, but barely.
Taylor found herself sandwiched between Izuku and Homelander, while Sukuna sprawled out lazily in the backseat, making himself as comfortable as possible.
He did not give a single shit about the armed soldiers sitting near him.
Alastor, for some reason, had insisted on sitting in the front passenger seat, much to the soldier driving obvious discomfort.
As they drove through Brockton Bay, the occasional bystander caught sight of them, their eyes widening in disbelief. Some raised their phones, no doubt snapping pictures or recording videos.
Taylor could already imagine the PHO threads exploding.
She sighed, pressing her forehead against the cool glass of the window. "This is going to be all over the internet, isn't it?"
"Yup," John answered, without an ounce of hesitation.
"Oh yeah, no way in hell this doesn't go viral." Sukuna laughed, resting his feet on a random soldier's lap.
Izuku, spotting a bystander nearly getting hit by a car because they were gawking at them, grimaced.
"I guess we should get used to it…"
Taylor groaned, burying her face into her hands.
John remained silent, his expression unreadable, his fingers tapping against his armrest in thought.
Alastor, meanwhile, was enjoying himself far too much. He hummed an old radio tune under his breath, occasionally turning to Miss Militia to make cheerful conversation.
Despite her driving next to them in her own vehicle.
Probably using magic or something.
"So, tell me, dear officer, what's the protocol when one finds themselves escorting four extradimensional beings and their summoner into government custody? Is there paperwork involved? Formalities? Perhaps an impromptu welcoming committee?"
Miss Militia's hands tightened slightly on the steering wheel at his unexpected voice, but her tone remained level.
"We actually do have paperwork we have to fill out whenever that happens, you'd be surprised how common it occurs."
"Ah, but this is different isn't it?"Alastor mused, turning to gaze at Taylor, who was animatedly discussing with Izuku one thing or another.
Miss Militia didn't respond.
The silence stretched for a moment, the only sound in the SUV being the hum of the engine and the occasional murmur from Taylor and Izuku's conversation.
Alastor, of course, wasn't one to let silence sit for too long.
"Oh, I do love a good bit of mystery, but you seem rather tense, dear officer."He leaned forward, grinning widely as he rested his chin on his palm while he stared at the PRT cape.
"Might I presume you're concerned about how all this is going to go? Or perhaps you're simply dreading the sheer amount of paperwork this situation is going to generate? With what happened between us and the little PRT of yours, I imagine it to be towering~ "
Miss Militia didn't glance his way, but the brief twitch in her jaw was enough to tell Alastor that he was getting on her nerves.
Taylor sighed, really wishing she had an actual way to control her more troublesome capes.
"Alastor, could you not try to push buttons while we're literally being escorted to the PRT?"
"Ah, but what's the fun in that?"He gave her an exaggerated wink before reclining in his seat, seemingly satisfied.
Sukuna chuckled from the back, somehow with a small bag of chips in his hands with a rather sad-looking soldier sitting next to him.
"Honestly, I'm more interested in what they plan to do with us." He tilted his head, his smirk widening. "You said this was just testing, right? That doesn't sound too bad. But let's be honest, it's not like they're gonna let us just walk out if they decide we're too dangerous."
The air in the SUV seemed to grow heavier.
Taylor felt a chill creep down her spine at Sukuna's words, not because he was wrong, but because she had considered the same thing.
But she was optimistic, this was the PRT after all, they were the good guys!
Miss Militia, despite the accusation, however, remained calm. "The purpose of this testing is to assess the nature of Taylor's ability and the extent of control she has over you. And if we have room, test the four of you as well. That will determine any next steps we might take."
"So, you don't plan on locking us up?" John's voice was quiet, but there was an edge to it. He was watching Miss Militia carefully, his posture still rigid.
She met his gaze through the rearview mirror.
"That depends on how cooperative you all are."
"Wow! Real reassuring," Sukuna muttered under his breath.
Izuku, who had been quietly paying attention, spoke up.
"This is actually a really good opportunity! If we cooperate, we can prove that Taylor's ability is safe and that we're not villains! If we work with them we don't have to worry about them trying to detain us or people being scared at the sight of us."
He smiled hopefully, remembering a similar deal back in his own world.
Sukuna rolled his eyes, tossing away the now-empty bag of chips back to the soldier.
"Yeah, because governments are real big on giving people the benefit of the doubt."
John didn't respond, but his fingers resumed tapping against the armrest.
Taylor exhaled through her nose, resisting the urge to press her face in her hands again.
"Look, let's just… get through the testing first before we start thinking about worst-case scenarios."
Homelander, who had been quiet for most of the ride, finally spoke.
"And what if the worst case does happen?" His voice was level, but Taylor could tell he wasn't asking out of curiosity.
Miss Militia didn't answer immediately.
Taylor looked at John, then at the others. If the PRT decided to contain them… would they even be able to?
Homelander alone was an absolute powerhouse.
Sukuna was Sukuna.
Alastor? She didn't even want to think about what he was capable of.
And Izuku, well, she didn't really know what he was fully capable of but she was sure he was more than capable of breaking normal people with just his pinkie when it came down to it.
Even if she did tell them to allow themselves to be detained…
Would they let themselves be contained?
The weight of that thought settled in her stomach like a stone.
Before she could say anything, the SUV slowed to a stop.
They had arrived at the PRT Headquarters.
Miss Militia got off her motorcycle. "Let's just take this one step at a time."
Then she opened the door to allow them to step out.
Taylor swallowed hard, getting a concerned glance from Izuku.
"Yeah. One step at a time."
As she followed Miss Militia out of the vehicle, she couldn't shake the feeling that the hardest part of this was only just beginning.
—
Upon arrival, the PRT had clearly been expecting them.
A squad of armored troopers stood by the entrance, their weapons holstered but their postures tense.
Behind them, a few recognizable capes were present—Armsmaster, who was still looking worse for wear after the previous incident, along with Velocity and Battery.
Assault was nowhere to be seen, which Taylor considered a small mercy.
She could just tell Assault and Sukuna would get along like a house on fire.
The moment they exited the vehicle, Taylor could practically feel the scrutiny.
Her summoned companions, however, reacted… predictably.
Sukuna immediately stretched and yawned, looking around with a lazy smirk.
"Huh. Expected a bigger welcome party. Not very impressive."
Homelander, ever the imposing figure, hovered slightly off the ground, arms crossed, his gaze sweeping over the assembled forces and building as if he were looking for somebody.
Alastor, ever theatrical, merely chuckled, tipping his imaginary hat once again.
"My, my! What a charming gathering! I do hope we're not interrupting anything important in your obviously busy schedule!."
Izuku, to his credit, kept his composure, though Taylor could see the tension in his shoulders.
Armsmaster stepped forward. His helmet's visor was cracked slightly, likely due to the damage he'd taken before and didn't have time to make a new one, his expression was stony.
"You came."
Taylor nodded, unable to find her voice, she really should apologize for what happened to him.
John raised a brow, 'you came?' really? That's the first thing out of his mouth?
The sorcerer, recognizing Armaster, gave him the bird along with a malicious smile.
While Alastor was looking around, sensing something off.
Armsmaster's gaze shifted to her companions. "…And they agreed."
Taylor exhaled, getting ready to say sorry. "They did."
He studied them for a long moment before finally nodding.
"Good, let's get started, then." He nodded his head before turning around and entering the building.
…Huh, guess he didn't mind? That's good, right?
—
The testing room was spacious, reinforced, and surrounded by observation windows. It reminded Taylor of a training gym, albeit one built to withstand superhuman forces.
Miss Militia and Armsmaster stood off to the side, joined by a few PRT scientists who were taking notes.
Taylor stood in the center of the room, her four capes flanking her.
As the tension in the air thickened. The reinforced walls, the ever-watchful eyes behind the observation windows, and the presence of the PRT's most battle-hardened capes only served as reminders of what this "testing" could turn into if things went south.
Taylor took a deep breath, steadying herself.
And the PRT was watching, analyzing every move, likely preparing contingencies in case things spiraled out of control.
One foot out of line and the PRT would think of them as a threat, along with her!
Armsmaster took a step forward, his mechanical voice crisp as he began. "First, we'll begin with an assessment of Taylor's control over her summons. The goal is to measure the extent of their autonomy, her ability to command them, and any possible limitations in range, duration, or exertion."
Miss Militia nodded. "We'll start with something simple, Taylor. Can you please instruct them to perform a basic action?"
That was easy, she could definitely do that! "Guys, uh… line up?"
Alastor, with a theatrical bow, immediately stepped into the place, his grin wide and his movements exaggerated.
"But of course, dear summoner! Anything else? A snack perhaps while we are at it?
She could do without the sass.
Izuku adjusted his posture and lined up next to Alastor without hesitation.
She sent him a grateful smile, getting an even brighter one back.
Sukuna, predictably, was far less interested in following orders. He cracked his neck, hands stuffed into his pockets. "Yeah, no thanks."
Taylor sighed to herself, it was either him or Alastor that was going to be difficult, and narrowed her eyes.
"Sukuna."
He smirked at her, the bastard. "What? Got a problem pipsqueak?"
Taylor groaned, this was going to be a long day.
Before she could press the issue, John let out an exaggerated sigh before picking Sukuna up like a blatant child and placing him beside Izuku.
"There. Happy?"
Sukuna snickered but didn't bother to fight back.
Miss Militia took a note on her tablet. "Some resistance, but ultimately cooperative."
One of the PRT scientists nodded. "Next, from the information we have you can summon parahumans from other dimensions, is that true?"
Taylor hesitated, should she tell them about the screen? About her system? She looked at Izuku seeking help which he thankfully picked up on, but unfortunately, so did the rest of her capes.
"Excuse us~! But we have something to discuss!"Alastor sang out, the air suddenly shifting around them.
"N-NO WAI-"
Snap!
A dark sphere filled with powerful symbols appeared around the five of them, much to the PRT's fear and confusion.
Taylor groaned as she realized what just happened, Alastor had effectively cut them off from the outside world.
The sounds of the PRT scrambling, Armsmaster barking orders, and Miss Militia's calm yet firm attempts to de-escalate were muffled beyond the magical barrier.
She rounded on him. "Alastor, what the hell?!"
She was saying hell a lot lately…
Alastor chuckled, twirling his cane with an exaggerated flourish.
"Oh, my dear Taylor, surely you didn't think we'd let you stumble through this little test without some internal deliberation, did you? Why, that would be quite the misstep!"His grin widened, but there was something sharp behind it."Especially considering they might not have our best interests at heart."
Izuku, while also surprised, understood the necessity of the sudden meeting.
John was currently watching Sukuna mess with the sphere, touching and prodding it with his tongue of all things.
"I get it… but maybe a little warning next time?" Taylor shook her head still not happy about what happened.
She exhaled through her nose, reigning in her frustration.
"Fine. What do you guys think? Should I tell them about the system?"
"They're going to keep pushing until they get something out of you," The blonde hero said, already seeing what they're trying to do. "The question is, do you want them to know everything?"
Sukuna rolled his shoulders, trying to get the tingling sensation out of his tongue.
"They already don't trust us. If you give them something juicy like 'Oh hey, I've got a magical screen that lets me summon people across dimensions,' they're going to dig even deeper. Probably try to poke and prod at you to figure out how to control and use it. Not to mention this is the most obvious way they can find out our strengths and especially our weaknesses."
Alastor hummed, nodding along."Indeed~! And what happens when they decide they don't like what they find? A little containment, a little study, perhaps even, dare I say, a little dissection? My, my, the possibilities are endless!"
Izuku and Taylor frowned, clearly uncomfortable with the implications.
"I don't think they'd go that far… the PRT isn't a villain organization. But…" Her expression darkened.
"That doesn't mean they won't try to control it."
John, who had been silent for a while, finally spoke. "Then we mislead them."
Taylor blinked. "What?"
He turned to her, expression serious. "We don't have to lie outright. We just don't tell them everything. Give them the truth in pieces—stuff they can verify, but nothing that gives them full control over your ability."
"Heh. So basically, feed them enough so they don't starve. Not a bad plan." Sukuna snorted.
Izuku still looked hesitant but found what they said hard to argue against. "I don't like it, but… I can't say it's wrong."
Taylor took a moment to process everything. She didn't want to lie, but outright revealing the nature of her ability was dangerous. The PRT was already on edge—giving them more reasons to be paranoid wouldn't help.
"…Alright," she finally said. "We'll give them enough to keep them satisfied, but nothing that makes us vulnerable."
When did she become so cynical? She turned to look at the two adults in the group… and Sukuna.
Right, that made sense.
Alastor clapped his hands together."Marvelous! Now, let's not keep our dear audience waiting."
"Before that, Alastor, can I have a word with you?" John asked the demon, getting a raised brow in response.
Another sphere formed around the two, leaving the other three out.
"Now what got rip off Superman so secretive?" Sukuna mumbled to himself, unable to hear or see a thing.
Taylor and Izuku shared a look, both unsure what a Superman rip-off was.
"Oh come on! Not you too! How come I'm the one left out!" The king of Curses whined, getting a laugh at the two teens.
With a snap of a finger, the dark sphere vanished.
The PRT forces had mobilized, weapons raised, with Armsmaster at the forefront, ready to take action. Scientists had backed away, fear evident on their faces.
Miss Militia was busy talking them and Armsmaster down before they repeated another naked as the day they were born incident.
Taylor quickly raised her hands. "Whoa! Whoa! Sorry! Alastor just—uh—needed to talk."
Armsmaster's visor was cracked further, his expression unreadable. "What. Did. You. Do?"
"A private conversation, dear boy! Nothing untoward, I assure you."Alastor, the absolute menace that he was, merely smiled.
Miss Militia, listening to her earpiece, sighed. "We don't appreciate being shut out, Taylor."
Someone definitely told her to say that.
"I know," Taylor admitted. "But this ability isn't something I fully understand either. I'm still figuring it out as I go."
One of the scientists, still a bit shaken, cleared their throat and repeated their question. "So… you can summon people from other worlds?"
Taylor hesitated, then nodded. "Yes."
Just enough so they won't starve…
They waited for her to explain further but after a minute of waiting and with no response.
They continued to the next series of questions.
Miss Militia studied her for a long moment, then exhaled. "Alright. Let's continue the tests."
Taylor could feel Homelander's smile burning into the back of her head, Sukuna's smirk never fading, and Alastor practically radiating amusement.
She turned to Izuku to see his reaction.
She got two shaky thumbs up.
At least feeling the same way she was.
After confirming the basics of Taylor's control over her summons and her ability to give them commands, their level of independence, and their overall demeanor, the PRT moved on to assessing the capabilities of the summons themselves.
Miss Militia took the lead, gesturing toward the reinforced testing area. "We'll be running each of you through a few standardized tests. Strength, speed, reaction time, and general power demonstrations."
The gathered PRT forces still looked tense, their eyes flickering between the four summoned beings. Even though they were cooperating, the sheer potential they held was a source of obvious concern.
Taylor could practically feel the PRT analysts watching from the observation windows, their minds no doubt racing with possibilities and worst-case scenarios.
"You wanna see what we can do? Finally, something fun." Sukuna stretched with a lazy grin.
Miss Militia ignored his comment and gestured toward Izuku first.
"Midoriya, we'll begin with you."
Izuku perked up, nodding quickly. "Right! What do you need me to do?"
Armsmaster, still wary but committed to the tests, stepped forward to a reinforced weight platform.
"Lift this. This platform is designed to measure how much a brute can lift, don't hold back."
Izuku's eyes widened slightly, but he rolled his shoulders and stepped forward. Taylor could see him mentally running calculations, probably gauging how much he could lift.
"Blow them out of the water green!" Sukuna cheered his green little friend.
His fellow hero and overlord followed his lead.
"Just do your best," Taylor whispered, shy about being heard.
Smiling at their encouragement, he took a deep breath, then activated his Quirk. A faint green energy crackled around him as he bent down and gripped the edges of the platform.
The room was silent as he lifted.
The reinforced floor groaned slightly under the shifting weight, but Izuku lifted the platform with relative ease, his muscles tensed but controlled.
"82.4 tons," one of the analysts called out.
Taylor blinked. W-What?
Izuku set the platform down gently, exhaling as he let the energy around him fade.
"I didn't want to use too much force and break the equipment."
He got a pat from John and a wink from Sukuna, both knowing damn well he was holding a lot back.
Taylor, however, did not.
Miss Militia nodded, her expression betraying a hint of approval. "Good control."
"We'll test your speed next." Armsmaster, meanwhile, was already marking notes.
A PRT soldier gestured toward a tinker treadmill. "Run as fast as you can on this machine."
Izuku nodded, stepping into position. He crouched slightly, readying himself. Then—
He became a green blur before stopping.
One of the analysts checked the data. "Mach 2.5."
Taylor did not stop herself from gaping.
The PRT members were visibly shaken, Armsmaster's grip on his Halberd had tightened, and even Miss Militia's usual composure seemed strained.
"Ah… sorry, I'm not used to going all out on speed." Izuku, on the other hand, just rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.
"That's… noted." Miss Militia cleared her throat and turned toward Alastor next. "You're up."
Alastor let out a delighted laugh."Oh, what a marvelous show! But, dear officer, I must ask, how exactly do you plan to measure a being such as myself?"
Armsmaster frowned. "Strength test first."
The overlord chuckled, waving a hand."Oh, very well."
He strolled toward the reinforced weight platform, humming a tune under his breath. Without bending down or even touching it, the platform suddenly lifted into the air as if weightless.
The analysts scrambled to check their equipment, but the readings were erratic.
"What—?" One of the scientists looked baffled. "The weight sensors aren't registering anything!"
Armsmaster narrowed his eyes. "Telekinesis?"
Alastor wiggled his fingers. "Something like that~!"
Then, with a flick of his wrist, the platform vanished, only to reappear moments later, stacked neatly back in the same spot like an optical illusion.
Miss Militia's eyes darkened. "Limitations?"
"Wouldn't you like to know~?"Alastor smirked.
Taylor resisted the urge to sigh. Of course, he wouldn't cooperate properly.
Miss Militia didn't push further. "Speed test."
Alastor beamed."Ah, but speed is such a linear concept."
Without another word, he disappeared.
The entire room tensed, and several soldiers raised their weapons, only for Alastor to suddenly appear behind them, grinning ear to ear.
"Oh my, such twitchy fingers! I do hope you aren't so jumpy during real combat."
No matter what anyone would say, they were wearing brown pants that day.
The analysts scrambled to adjust their readings.
"The sensors didn't detect him moving," one of them whispered, clearly unnerved.
Miss Militia gave Alastor a hard look. "Noted."
Taylor was getting a headache.
Miss Militia turned toward Homelander next. "Your turn."
Homelander walked forward, arms crossed, looking unimpressed with the proceedings. "Fine."
The weight test was almost a joke to him with how he was lifting the device up with ease.
The analysts paled.
"Weight limit exceeded. We don't have equipment that can measure beyond 500 tons," one of them admitted, shaken.
Homelander barely seemed to register this as an achievement, dropping the platform back down with a dull thud.
Speed test? He simply ran breaking the sound barrier with ease.
The analysts had to recalibrate their readings before they could even register his full velocity.
"Mach 3.7," an analyst reported.
Homelander smiled, not all straining.
Taylor swallowed.
Yup, this was ridiculous.
Finally, it was Sukuna's turn.
"Alright, your turn." Miss Militia exhaled slowly.
"About time, saving the best for last, huh?" Sukuna cracked his knuckles, stretching lazily.
The weight test? He casually lifted the same reinforced platform one-handed, spinning it on his finger like a basketball before tossing it back down.
"97 tons," an analyst whispered, sounding deeply concerned.
Speed test? Sukuna didn't bother with a proper start, skipping on the machine like a child.
"Mach 2," the analyst reported.
But that wasn't the scary part.
The scary part was that Sukuna wasn't even trying.
Miss Militia stared at him. "You were holding back."
Sukuna snorted, crossing his arms. "Obviously."
Taylor felt a cold sweat form on the back of her neck, alright, clearly the system unstated just how powerful they are!
Then came the final test: powers.
They entire a giant empty room, big enough to fit hundreds of people, with nothing but a singular manikin with a target painted on its chest.
Miss Militia hesitated slightly before speaking.
"Each of you will demonstrate your powers, none destructive if possible."
Sukuna grinned along with Alastor. "Define destructive/Define destructive.'"
Taylor shot them a glare. "Guys!"
They rolled their eyes but complied.
Extending a hand, he casually sliced the air with his fingers—thin, precise slashes of cutting energy through the reinforced manikin-like paper.
Luckily it was tinker-made, so it easily repaired itself back together almost instantly.
The analysts blanched.
Alastor simply snapped his fingers, and the shadows warped around the doll before becoming solid spikes and piercing through the doll, holding it in place.
Homelander and Deku moved as one, appearing before the doll in an instant with their fists reared back.
John threw the first punch straight into its chin with an uppercut.
The boom that followed was deafening.
The reinforced mannequin didn't just crack, it launched upward, shooting toward the ceiling like a rocket. The sheer force of the punch caused a shockwave that rattled the reinforced walls, sending papers flying and causing the PRT analysts to scramble for cover.
But before it could collide with the ceiling, Izuku moved.
In a blur of green lightning, he leaped up, twisting mid-air with perfect control. His muscles tensed, his fist cocked back, and in the next second there was a-
BOOM!
His punch met the mannequin head-on, sending it hurtling back toward the ground with twice the force.
The moment it hit, the floor exploded outward in a crater of shattered concrete and dust. The reinforced material meant to withstand superhuman training cracked beneath the impact, forming a spiderweb of destruction that radiated outward from the point of contact.
A stunned silence filled the air.
The analysts gaped. The soldiers had gone rigid, their hands instinctively twitching toward their weapons. Armsmaster's visor cracked further from sheer tension.
Miss Militia blinked, exhaling slowly.
Taylor had enough shock for the day and decided to stop caring, leaving it for tomorrow Taylor.
"Now that's what I'm talking about!" Sukuna let out a bark of laughter, grinning.
Alastor whistled, clearly impressed."Oh, marvelous! I do love a bit of dramatic flair!"
"Not bad, kid!" Homelander smirked, landing effortlessly back on the ground.
Izuku, on the other hand, turned bright red and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Ah, s-sorry! I didn't mean to break the floor! I was just—"
Miss Militia held up a hand, cutting him off as she stared at the ruined floor.
"…Noted."
The ones that are summoned are from the other stories that I have written. So don't be weirded out by how out of character they are.
Let me show you a true hero! Full Control! JJK: Sukuna the Helpful Menace! Charming Demon!