The abilities granted by mosquitoes are very varied and strange.

Some people acquire the ability to generate matter from the void or from their body, others can change their physical structure and become strong enough to crush mountains with their bare hands.

And there are even those who can use nature at will as a part of their being.

Through my adventures I have managed to expand my horizons and have learned to be open-minded, as I have come across people with abilities so strange that not even in a child's imagination could they exist.

It is thanks to this that I was able to consider "Maybe he can imitate voices" as a first possibility even though it is the first time I have come across something like this.

-???: You came! I was afraid you wouldn't, considering the place I called you to.

In front of me stands the protagonist of that strange ability. The young man is standing on the surface of the train undisturbed by the strong whips of the wind or the constant shaking of the train.

He is so stable that if I said he was glued to the ground I would believe it.

-Guller: Who are you? Who sent you?

-???: Straight to the point eh? Enjoy the moment a little, it's not every day you get to stand on a moving train.

No matter which way I look, I can only see the color blue. Whether it's from the endless sky at the top or the deep ocean at the bottom.

Although it is a bland landscape, it is very beautiful. And if you add to that the rock formations covered with grass and vegetation along the way, then it turns what is already a work of art, into a masterpiece.

-Guller: Cut the crap and answer my questions before I stop being nice.

But as beautiful and worth appreciating as the view is, I can't let my guard down...not again.

-???: Since you insist, it would be very impolite of me not to say it, I'm-?

-Jay: Why are you talking to him?! Get it over with!

Next to the young man is my partner Jay, a rope wraps around his body and binds his limbs while another rope holds him fixed to a metal tube sticking out of the wagon.

-???: Did the gag fall off again?

-Jay: Don't even think about it!...UNG NUG!

The young man bends down and gags Jay with a cloth that was hanging over his neck.

-???: Stop letting go or I'll tie it tighter. Now where was I going?

-Guller: I'm...

-Zetta: Ah, of course! Nice to meet you, my name is Zetta... and I'm a hero.

The world around seems to have fallen silent the moment the young man blurts out those ridiculous words.

-Guller:...Wha...? *Puff!*

-Jay: HUN HUN HUN HUN!

I struggle to contain the laughter inside me as I keep my balance so I don't fall over. It's not only me but Jay who is bound and gagged shudders as he lets out a loud laugh choked by the rag in his mouth.

-Zetta: What are you laughing at?

-Guller: *Laughter* A hero? Those things only exist in fantasy, this is the real world.

-Zetta: And?

-Guller: If you wanted to make an excuse, you could have chosen any excuse, but a hero? I don't believe there's anything as pathetic as that.

-Zetta: It's not pathetic! Whether you want to believe it or not, I am one.

-Guller: Yeah, right. The joke was good, but answer seriously, who sent you?

Putting aside the urge I have to continue laughing, he cools my countenance and insists that I answer my question truthfully.

-Zetta: It's unfair that I've already answered one of your questions and you haven't answered mine.

-Gullar: Which one?

-Zetta: What did you feel?

-Guller:...

*sizzle sizzle*

Without saying a word, the air around my body begins to heat up and small explosions of sparks can be seen erupting from my pores and rising above my clothes.

-Zetta: Do you really want to do this?

-Guller: Since you don't want to go the easy way, you'll have to go the hard way.

Zetta tilts her head to one side and lets out a big sigh into the air before turning her attention back to me.

-Zetta: I hope you don't regret this.

And with that said, Zetta lunges at me. He's fast, so fast that I can hardly believe we're on top of a train. It didn't take him more than a second to reach the position I'm in and slam his fist into my chest.

The sparks cease and around my arm a fleeting ring of fire forms and stops Zetta's punch before impacting against me.

-Guller: *Argh* It's strong!

Despite having blocked it and with my power activated, the blow shakes my body a bit surprising me.

Zetta doesn't stay still and takes advantage of that brief moment of surprise to direct a second blow towards my ribs.

The first one took me by surprise but not this one anymore, he easily blocked the blow aimed at my ribs and I prepare to attack by widening the ring of fire surrounding my arm.

-Zetta: !!!

Before I could land a blow, Zetta throws her body backwards and with her hands on the ground, points her foot towards my chin while performing a reverse spin.

-Guller: Shit!

I narrowly dodge the attack, but in the process I was forced back a few steps. In this little exchange of blows I have learned something. If I continue to underestimate him because he is young, victory will be his.

-Guller: You're quite agile.

-Zetta: I think I get it!

-Guller: Understand what?

-Zetta: Why someone like you is doing this kind of work.

-Guller: What the-!?

Not having been paying attention to our fight in the first place, Zetta gives me a huge smile while pointing at me and wearing a look of pride in her eyes.

-Zetta: You're doing this against your will, aren't you?

-Guller: ...

I extend my arm towards Zetta and the ring of fire surrounding him shoots out towards him at high speed.

-Zetta: Maybe it's for money?

Completely oblivious to the situation, Zetta dodges the ring of fire by simply stepping aside at the last moment.

-Zetta: Nah, money can be gotten anywhere, it must be something more valuable... Maybe it's not something, but someone?

-Guller: You!

As he threw a new ring of fire. The one that missed corrects its trajectory and comes back aiming at his back, a two-way attack.

-Zetta: Maybe I'm wrong? I can't think what else it could be.

Zetta jumps and in the air perfectly arranges her body horizontally, passing through the middle of the 2 rings of fire without receiving a single scratch.

-Guller: Who do you think you are to want to get involved in my life?

The 2 rings of fire explode and split into smaller rings that attack Zetta from every possible angle.

-Zetta: Because it's the right thing to do and, you should always help the one who needs help.

-Guller: When did I ask for help?

-Zetta: Relax, even if you don't say it, I can see in your eyes that you need it.

-Guller: ...How much longer are you going to play dumb?

-Zetta: What do you mean?

With an incredulous and puzzled face, Zetta dodges all the fire rings that fly towards him. Some reach to tear his clothes but none of them come in contact with his skin.

His movements are strange, they are agile and precise, but lack the efficiency and coordination that a trained and experienced combat person would have. But it is those movements that allow him to hold a conversation with me without worrying about anything else.

-Guller: Why haven't you activated your power?

-Zetta: Activate it? You haven't given me any reason to do it.

-Guller: How?

-Zetta: I can tell by your energy that you've been holding back, and quite a bit. Because of that your attacks are pitiful.

-Guller:...

-Zetta: So in that case, it would be you playing dumb.

You're right, to prevent the damage from spreading to the train cars, not only have I been using my weakest attack, but I've also been using it at low power.

-Guller: I understand.

All the fire rings stop and their flames intensify. The heat generated by each one causes the air to distort around them and their light becomes almost mowing.

-Zetta: It started to get hot.

-Guller: Now it's your turn.

-Zetta: Good.

Zetta's right forearm twists and liquefies into a semi-transparent blue goo. Before long, the substance takes the shape of her forearm, its texture seems smooth and soft, as if it were made of slime but it is quite firm and does not lose its shape.

-Guller: Your power is... To turn into jelly?

-Zetta: Not exactly, but it looks like it, doesn't it?

Zetta takes her gelatinous arm and bends it into a position that a normal arm could not do, its texture I would compare it to jelly, but its transparency looks like water... A slime maybe?

-Guller: Although slimes are not so firm.

When a person acquires a power, they unconsciously make the power not affect that which they consider a part of their being: His clothes and accessories.

It is a strange thing and researchers have claimed that it is due to the human instinct to be afraid of being naked in public spaces.

But there are two exceptions, one of which occurs when the person's power is unstable or they are in a state of frenzy and end up negatively affecting their own clothing. It is something quite common and at the same time rare, to see it in people who have the ability to change shape.

And the other case is even more peculiar, and is when your clothing "wears" and is affected by the power of the user as if it were his own body, a clear example would be the guy I have in front of me.

Not only his forearm changed, but the sleeve of his shirt was also affected and turned into that strange substance.

-Guller: He has a good control of his power.

-Zetta: Ready. Shall we continue?

-Guller: Sounds good to me.

I reach into my coat and take out a firearm from inside: a pistol. It looks old and a bit worn, it is the gun that has been with me since my adventuring days and I have a very special affection for it.

-Guller: ... "GyS"

He gently touched the engraving on the grip and took firm aim at my target. One of the many hoops of fire floating around comes closer and inserts itself into the pistol, encircling it.

I have a goal, a very important one, and in order to achieve it I must first pay off my debt, whatever it takes. Jay was right, apparently I get sentimental when I'm on a train, that made me let my guard down and play dumb.

-Zetta: Your eyes changed.

-Guller: In what way?

-Zetta: Your eyes are no longer asking for help, they are now desperate for it.

-Guller: ...Cut the crap and focus, bullets don't hurt you but this definitely will.

-Zetta: Helplessness.

-Guller: ...

-Zetta: That's what you felt, isn't it?

Without any doubt or hesitation in my gaze and completely determined, I pull the trigger.

*Bang*

The gun barrel glows red hot and the bullet shoots out of the gun leaving a trail of fire wherever it passes.

Although it was only a matter of a millisecond, with a more serious expression compared to her previous carefree demeanor, Zetta catches the bullet in mid-air with her gelatinous arm.

The bullet is not only in the palm of her hand, but literally inside her floating in that strange substance.

-Guller: You have good reflexes.

-Zetta: Thank you.

-Guller: You shouldn't have done that, though.

-Zetta:... It's going to explode, isn't it?

The bullet inside his hand is surrounded by a small ring of fire that gets redder and redder and more dazzling.

-Zetta:... It's similar to the one below.

*Boom*

The bullet explodes, it was an explosion strong enough to completely blow up one of the train cars. But inside Zetta's hand wasnothing.

The explosion caused her hand to inflate like a bubble the size of a beach ball, and although it looks like it might burst at any moment, almost instantly her hand deflates and returns to its normal shape.

-Zetta: That was impressive.

-Guller: ...I think I'm the one who should say that.

-Zetta: Get ready, now it's my turn to...

*Kyu!*

-Zetta: but... WHAT!!!?

Out of nowhere and without any warning, the little fox that was supposed to be downstairs in the cage, appears and headbutts Zetta hard on the side of her body.

The blow doesn't seem to have been that strong, but it was enough to make Zetta rush to the edge of the wagon and end up falling straight into the sea.

*shudder*

-Guller:...

My heart is pounding, pounding so hard and I don't know what to think, the moment was so random that it left me in complete shock.

*Kyuu*

The little fox jumps for joy at what she just did. She looks up at me with her big, blue eyes, and I'm filled with the urge to want to lift her up in the air and give her soft fur a big hug.

But I save that for later because I should untie Jay first.

-Zetta: DO- THE RIGHT THING!!!... NEVER E- LATE!!!!

Far off in the distance, Zetta's screams can be heard, they are no more than a barely audible whisper through the loud roar of the wind, but they still manage to reach me.

I don't know if it was because of what she said but my feet suddenly stop. On one side is Jay tied up as he shakes his body hard for me to come and help him. On the other is the little fox sitting up, his eyes shining brightly compared to when he was in the cage.

Both are there, within my reach, but I have the feeling that I will only be able to go to one of them. Life is full of little moments in which we will have to make certain decisions that will completely affect our course.

In front of me one of those moments has just presented itself and, I can't help but think that it was him who caused it, after all.

-Guller: If he could dodge the hoops without turning to look at them why couldn't he dodge that hit?

-Jay: Hum, Ju juhum (G, what do you expect?).

I don't know what he seeks or wants to achieve..."I am a hero"... But, with my hand on my heart, feeling my strong palpitations, I know what decision I should make.

*Kyuu*

-Guller: Now that I think about it... what a weird guy.