"Are you sure you want me inside your mind?" That was Mewtwo's first question to Lady Nagant. He couldn't imagine anyone being comfortable with the idea—not even someone like her. Letting someone into your head wasn't just intimate; it was vulnerable. And yet, she had offered it freely.
That alone made him suspicious, even if she claimed it was just to test her mental defenses.
"I'm sure. I trust you enough," she replied calmly, her voice steady. "And if possible, I want you to tell me—maybe even show me—how my mind works. Help me understand it better."
Mewtwo gave a slow nod. Without another word, the two made their way to Kaina's office.
It was tucked near the center of the building—strategic, but surprisingly well-lit. The wide windows offered a sweeping view of the city below.
That caught Mewtwo's attention. Most people preferred more private, secluded workspaces. But this? This openness... it suited her.
Maybe it had something to do with her job as a sniper—always watching from above, always with the city in her sights.
She sat behind her desk and gestured for him to sit across from her. Mewtwo, as usual, ignored the chair. Instead, he moved it aside with a flick of his telekinesis and floated in midair, legs crossed and posture still, hovering just above the ground.
"We doing this now?" Mewtwo asked, his voice resonating inside her mind. She nodded without hesitation.
She was clearly curious—maybe even eager. If someone could enter minds unnoticed, pull secrets without resistance, it was the kind of power anyone would want to understand or guard against.
"Go ahead. Are there any conditions I should know about?" Kaina asked telepathically.
"Just one," Mewtwo replied. "I need complete focus. Ideally, I can't move—at most, I can talk briefly. Any physical strain or multitasking might break the connection or even hurt you. A conversation is fine, but no combat, no distractions."
Kaina nodded again. No questions.
Mewtwo closed his eyes, and a soft glow shimmered behind his lids. He reached out mentally, gently breaching the edges of her consciousness. The shift was almost instant.
The office vanished.
In its place stood a school. Familiar, hauntingly so. Mewtwo blinked in confusion. "Why... why am I here?" he whispered.
It was his school. The exact layout, the same hallways, colors, even the faded school logo on the wall. But it was empty—eerily still. He looked around, every part of it matching his memories from before U.A. But something was off.
There was no lab.
Specifically, a new lab that had been built while Raiden, a former student, was attending. That lab should've been there—but it wasn't. The absence was subtle but clear, and it struck Mewtwo like a missing puzzle piece that suddenly made the picture clearer.
"Wait… Kaina studied here?" The realization hit him harder than expected. "But there's no record of her. No pictures. No mention. Nothing."
Most schools proudly displayed their famous alumni. It was a bragging right. U.A. had statues of All Might and tributes to their top heroes. But here? Nothing about Kaina. No plaque, no classroom with her name, no photo on the wall.
"She was a well-known hero," he thought, scanning the halls again. "Why would they hide that?"
And more importantly—why was this version of the school buried inside her mind?
Maybe he should look into it later.
As Mewtwo approached the school, something felt off. The front doors were open—actually open. That alone was strange. This place was supposed to be locked, sealed off in memory or time. Yet now, it welcomed him in.
He stepped closer and pushed one of the doors. It opened smoothly without resistance. Beyond it lay the main hall—the entryway for visitors, a space designed to showcase the school's pride. Here was where the school usually displayed its achievements: glass cases filled with trophies, plaques honoring former students, and a section dedicated to the most famous alumni.
But this version was different.
The layout was familiar—the cases stood where he remembered—but the contents had changed entirely. The trophies and awards he'd expected to see were gone. In their place stood a curated display dedicated to Kaina. Every shelf, every plaque, every photo—it was all about her.
There was a trophy for the day she joined the Bureau, another for earning her provisional hero license, and another still for her full certification. One commemorated her official hiring, another for winning a sharpshooting tournament. The entire display was a timeline of her public accomplishments, a monument to everything she'd achieved in the spotlight.
There were things even Mewtwo hadn't known.
One award was for winning a beauty contest. He raised an eyebrow. She didn't seem like the kind of person who would care for that kind of thing—but then again, it wasn't surprising either. She was striking, after all. Another was for placing first in a local race.
Another still marked the day she became fluent in a second language. Trophies, medals, certificates—they filled every inch of the case.
He could probably spend hours just going over them all.
Even her victories against major criminal organizations were there—at least the ones that had been made public. The way it was arranged, it seemed like every known achievement had been carefully preserved.
Only what the world already knew about her was on display. Anything classified or buried in secrecy was absent.
It was a public façade.
He moved further down the hall. In the space where generations of past students were usually honored, the walls had once been filled with class photos and group shots. Now, they too had changed. This version showcased images of Kaina, her family, and what Mewtwo assumed were her friends.
There she was in her school days—clearly younger, surrounded by a small group of classmates. She looked relaxed. At ease. There were also a couple of photos where she stood beside someone else, no group, just her and another person. One looked like a boy her age, the other slightly older. Friends? Former boyfriends? He couldn't tell. The photos didn't offer context—only fragments.
Then, he noticed another set of pictures. These showed Kaina much younger—maybe eight or nine years old—posing with an older woman. The bond between them was clear in the way they stood close, like family. Possibly her mother, or maybe a mentor. Mewtwo couldn't be sure.
The longer he observed, the more things came into focus.
This hall was a carefully crafted image of Kaina—the version of herself she allowed the world to see. A public narrative. It wasn't fake, but it was curated.
Most of the information could be found with a bit of research or by asking around. There were personal touches, sure, and a few surprises, but nothing hidden. Nothing dangerous. Nothing that screamed "secret."
At least, not yet.
After examining everything in the hall, Mewtwo decided it was time to explore the rest of the school. He approached the hallway that led to the classrooms, expecting to continue deeper into Kaina's mindscape.
But the door didn't budge.
It was the main entrance to the academic wing, and unlike the front doors, this one was firmly shut. When he pressed his hand against it, there was no give—not even the slightest movement.
"So, this is as far as I'm allowed to go," Mewtwo muttered, taking a step back.
If he really wanted to, he could force his way in. Push harder. Dive into the deeper layers of her mind. But doing so would mean crossing a line.
Forcing access to those parts of her consciousness could harm her, even if unintentionally. And Mewtwo wasn't willing to risk that.
He sat down just outside the blocked door, arms resting on his knees, and stared ahead in thought.
"I'm literally walking through Kaina's mindscape," he reminded himself. "So technically… maybe I can communicate with her. Maybe even invite her here?"
He understood that everything he had seen so far was shown to him because Kaina allowed it. Her mind hadn't resisted. He hadn't picked up even the faintest surface thoughts. That meant this entire space—the hall, the memories, the trophies—was within the boundary she permitted him to explore.
Still, maybe he could try reaching out. Just once.
Closing his eyes, Mewtwo focused, drawing his awareness inward. He concentrated his thoughts and projected his voice mentally, letting it echo gently through the hall.
Almost immediately, he felt something respond.
It was her.
Kaina's presence bloomed in the space—not in form, but in feeling. It was strange. He couldn't see her, couldn't hear her clearly, but he could sense her everywhere, like she was woven into the fabric of the room. All around, yet just out of reach.
Mewtwo focused harder. He reached out with his psychic ability, like casting a net into an invisible current. He grabbed onto the sensation—her presence—and gently pulled.
And then, in the blink of an eye, she was there.
Kaina stood before him.
The moment he saw her materialize, a rush of satisfaction surged through him. He had done it. He had reached deeper into the mindscape and brought someone in—consciously, without harm. The feeling was exhilarating. He could feel his understanding of his own powers deepening. They were even more versatile than he had imagined.
"This is incredible," he whispered to himself.
Kaina blinked, her eyes scanning the hallway in confusion.
"What… is this?" Kaina asked, glancing around with wide eyes. Just moments ago, she'd been sitting in her office, surrounded by her usual routine. Now, suddenly, she stood in the halls of her old school.
Except… it wasn't exactly the same.
She didn't know how she had gotten there, but what unsettled her more was how familiar everything felt—more familiar than it should have. This wasn't just her school as she remembered it. The details were deeply personal, intimate in ways that Mewtwo couldn't have known.
The carpet beneath her feet was the same one she had adored as a child—soft, with a floral pattern she once begged her parents to buy.
The curtains hanging by the windows were from her childhood home, thick and faded from the sun. The wall colors, the small framed paintings—all of them had appeared at different points in her life, now stitched together in a surreal mosaic of memory.
"This is your mind," Mewtwo said calmly, stepping beside her. "Well… more like the physical manifestation of it. A mindscape."
He glanced around with a mixture of curiosity and respect. "I've never entered a mind like this before—at least, not this way. With most people, I wouldn't even make it inside the building. I'd just be wandering around the outside, reading surface thoughts. But with you… I think you let me in. Subconsciously, maybe—but still, you brought me here."
He paused, then motioned toward the large door that led to the school's main hallway.
"This place doesn't hide anything, not yet. That means you trusted me enough to show me this part of yourself. But when I try to go further... look."
Mewtwo stepped forward and pushed against the door. Nothing happened. The door remained still, unmoving—as if it were fused to the frame.
He didn't even get a reaction from it, no creak or shift in resistance.
"You see? I can't go any deeper," he explained. "That's why I called you here. I thought maybe it would help to show you how your mind is constructed, rather than just explain it to you."
Kaina took a moment to process what she was seeing and hearing. Her expression tightened as she examined the surroundings more carefully.
Truthfully, she felt… disappointed.
Her mind didn't look like much.
In fact, the structure seemed simple—too simple. It looked vulnerable, like something that could be broken into with little effort. She didn't like that. A faint sense of discomfort crept over her, a whisper of doubt forming at the edge of her thoughts.
But Mewtwo, still attuned to her emotions through their mental link, picked up on her unease immediately.
"Don't worry," he said gently. "From what I've seen in others, the way a mind looks doesn't reflect how well it's protected. Here—watch."
He raised his hand again and struck the sealed door with controlled force. Nothing happened. The door didn't move, didn't crack. Not a single dent or scratch.
"No reaction at all. That tells me something."
He turned back to her, eyes focused.
"Your mind is strong—incredibly strong. And more importantly, it's organized. If my theory is right, your mind is structured in layers. Each part of who you are—your memories, your experiences, the pieces that make up your identity—they're all stored in different classrooms or parts of this school. And I'd bet most of them are well-protected, just like this hallway."
Kaina looked around again, her gaze shifting from the familiar walls to the locked door.