Champion (2/20): Claim Its Glory Over Me
cham·pi·on — /ˈCHampēən/
(n) - a person who fights or argues for a cause or on behalf of someone else
(v) - support the cause of; defend
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“I don’t want these powers. They’re too much.”
Reigen said he would bear any burden too big for Mob.
Reigen was seconds away from passing out and also maybe vomiting. It's not like it was his first rodeo—actually, could this be called a rodeo or was battling a bunch of grown adults on power trips with god complexes the size of the island just a mess, and even then, this was his first time actively participating in a fight against grown psychic terrorists with god complexes, and he hoped it would be his last—but regardless of semantics, he should be used to running himself two ways to ragged years ago, before he quit his prior job. Yet here he was, absolutely fucking bushed. The pain and aching far exceeded what should be a normal daily amount—even under strenuous conditions like exercise or running for one's life—and Reigen was considering using some of his exorcism salt budget to pick up Epsom salts for a soak to maybe take the edge off.
Point being: shit sucked, but in a largely mundane way and Reigen was equal parts grateful and irritated about that.
To his credit, he wasn't sure how one was supposed to feel after borrowing the psychic powers of an esper. Maybe the aftereffects of using that amount of energy was complete exhaustion. Maybe he was being a little bitch about this and his tolerance for general aches and pains was lower than that of a fourteen year old child's. Either way, he was wiped and did not plan on fighting the desire to sleep any longer than it took to contact his clients and let them know he was rescheduling their appointments due to...hm...illness? That wasn't a full lie. The more...discerning of the lot would buy it without any pressing and, if he found himself incapable of lying properly, it would be better to have a half truth ready.
He was never too good at lying when he was out of it anyway.
When Mob and Mob's little brother—Riku? Risa? It started with a 'Ri', he was pretty sure—got out of the taxi at the Kageyama household—little brother offered to pay for the extra fare but Reigen turned him down because, really, Mob was his student and also why the hell did a middle schooler have that kind of cash on hand anyway?!—Reigen waved goodbye, like he always did. Slight tilt of the hand, crooked grin, and a squinting smile. Something caught in his throat though, some kind of pressure that hung somewhere at his chest, a bit like when he got a cold and needed to cough, and he wanted to tell Mob to stay but the kid needed rest. They all did, really. Even that Teruki kid—the blonde one who apparently tortured someone (?!) to get information about the Claw headquarters, which is some large degree of fucked up that Reigen didn't want to think about too much.
Point being: something was a little wrong. More wrong than just adrenaline wearing off and his body beginning to finally feel its age.
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What’s up with how the dunmeshi fandom just lies about this kind of stuff all the time. It is easily confirmable information that it was a monthly series, something incredibly common in the industry.
A not weekly magazine schedule is literally common !! Especially in the seinen shoujo and josei demographics, sometimes monthly, sometimes biweekly, sometimes every two months, sometimes seasonal! Please stop lying about how Dunmeshi was some special unique creation that defies all standards of manga just to hype it up because it is so clear that every single one of these comparisons is centered around Weekly Shonen Jump (and understand that SJ has many magazines under its brand that are monthly or semimonthly). Not everything is WSJ and it needs to stop being the only point of reference in conversations like this 🤧
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well i may not be the prettiest person in the room or the coolest person in the room i think im at least the third funniest
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