After eating breakfast, the group went down the Midoriyama's lair. There was a delighted expression on Tatsuki's face as the five of them descended. Meanwhile, Ayumu just smiled. She knew just how much her husband was looking forward to this for a long time now.
As for Satoshi, he was a bit worried. Apprehension was written all over his face as he meekly trailed behind. He didn't want Shiroi to see his pathetic side though so he tried to wear a poke face of confidence, all the while feeling anxiety in his system.
"Back in the day, this was given to me as a prototype by one of the famous engineers in America. This was back when the Hero Age exploded into the scene and many people who manifested their superpowers were afraid of the new norm. Almost every single one of these first-generation superheroes went out of control. Some were able to control themselves and the others, well, they needed some assistance.
"That's when suppressors are invented."
"Oh, I've heard of that. It was discussed in our history class, remember?" Shiroi joined in on the conversation.
"Yes, back in the day, every superhero has a suppressor, a machine that looked like a capsule of some sort. This machine can temporarily absorb the energy coming out of the Alpha Gene and it could greatly help the superhero gauge their limits." Tatsuki continued walking towards the corner of the lair.
"But now, the second and third-generation superheroes don't really need suppressors since the Alpha Gene has stabilized a bit. With this, suppressors are deemed useless and no one uses them anymore. It was like a relic even though it only appeared fifty or so years ago."
"Basically, the suppressor confines you in a small space where you can unleash your superpower at the maximum. Once you reach your maximum output, you'll be able to control your power and dial it down a bit. While you do that, the suppressor will adjust the amount of energy it absorbs based on your output and it will greatly help you with your control as well. By the way, all of us were so strong that we basically had to use the suppressor. That's why I still have one." Tatsuki said with a grin.
When the group reached the edge of the lair, the light automatically turned on at that portion of the room, revealing different equipment and machinery that were once used by the Midoriyama Duo. Even the famous Midoriyama Mobile was parked there, its black sheen was as brilliant as ever.
Tucked in the corner of the lair was a tube-like object. A thick blanket was draped over it, masking its presence. As Tatsuki pulled the blanket, a layer of dust was disturbed, causing everyone to cover their mouth as they started coughing.
It was as Tatsuki described it— a capsule, except it was vertically placed. A thin transparent glass covered the capsule and the entrance was framed with steel. Gadgets and buttons and wires seem to come out in unexpected places. It looked more like a torture chamber than a suppressor.
"Get in," Tatsuki told his son. ]
Shiroi's presence dictated what Satoshi had to do. Even though he was unsure of the machinery since it looked extremely suspicious, he steeled himself and decided to walk inside without hesitation. If Shiroi wasn't there, then he'd have thought twice about going into that machine. 'I can't show my weak side, not with her here.' He told himself.
The suppressor's entrance automatically swung open and Satoshi stepped inside. The feeling of claustrophobia crept up on him but he decided to ignore it. Right now, he needed to go through this. Even though the chances of this helping him were low, he still wanted to take the chance while trusting his parents at the same time.
Emptying the thoughts in his head and the urge to get out of the machine, Satoshi closed his eyes and focused. The machine began to shake, then stir. A constant whirring sound then came out of it, with the occasional 'bzzt' of electricity on its head. At first, Satoshi's mind told him that it might teleport him somewhere unknown but seeing that he hasn't budged from his place, he dismissed the idea.
"Now used your superpower! Try to use its maximum output!" Tatsuki screamed, overpowering the loud whirring sound of the machine.
In all honesty, Satoshi felt like he was being experimented on by his parents but the expressions on their faces really showed the concern they felt for him. He knew they were doing what they could to help him with his current setback, and so he decided to listen to their word and use his superpower.
Once again, Satoshi did his weird dance where he tried to manifest the flames on his hand. His pupils turned to blue, and a small lick of flame appeared on his hand, a light blue flame that danced as he moved his palm.
However, Satoshi didn't stop there. He continued focusing all his power, all his energy as he tried to continue forming the blue flame. Before, it grew bigger and bigger as he focused on it. This was the second time he was going to do it. The first one was when the White Lion and the Lighter became his familiar and back then, two orbs of fames appeared on his hand.
One Orb.
Two Orbs.
Three Orbs.
The orb of flames multiplied as he focused his superpower. When he reached the seventh orb, however, things started changing drastically. The blue light in his eyes turned plasmic white, and the flames brightened in color until they shone a strong white light. The seven orbs revolved around his palms. Tatsuki and the others wondered why the machine hasn't absorbed Satoshi's energy yet.
Turns out, it can't detect the unknown energy that came out of Satoshi. Somehow, the energy Satoshi was releasing couldn't be registered, despite the fact that the suppressor has always worked in every superhero.
As the seven orbs continued spinning faster and faster, producing a weird 'blooping' sound, they began merging in the palm of Satoshi's hand. Something in Satoshi's mind clicked and before he knew it, he unconsciously summoned all the familiars he owned.
"SATOSHI!" Tatsuki shouted at the top of his lungs, he didn't know what was going on. So did the others.
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