The day after coming home, James was requested by his mother to not use his ability. Obeyed her wishes he minimized the use of his ability in the house. However, James was still James and it wasn’t like she could stop him if he took out a knick-knack or two or three.

  During the time he had aside from training Bone-Tempering, he finally checked his school email and read the notice letters. Aside from the one Mrs. Smith told him about, where they had called off all testing. On the st of February, there was another email. His break was about to be extended until further notice letter. All csses, clubs, and activities were put on hold for the near future.

  With all the madness happening around the world. It was hard to keep up with everything. Trees were growing rapidly in the Amazon. Extra-rge-sized marine life was starting to be fished up all over and now superpowered criminals are running rampant. The video was from a convenience store security camera, a youth dressed in all bck wearing a bacva approaches the store at night, as he approaches the locked doors her looks around before pulling up his bacva uncovering the bottom half of his face. He takes a deep breath infting his cheeks before his chin begins to expand like a frog. He then proceeded to spit an acidic substance onto the door of the store causing the gss to melt. He looks around again his expanded frog-like chin wobbling as he did before spotting the security camera and taking a deep breath before hocking a loogie of the acidic substance at it as the video cuts out. There was also the continuous expansion of people gaining abilities in many different forms. Some people stopped looking human entirely. There was just too much going on.

  March 5, 2023

  While the world was experiencing general chaos, of a greater magnitude than normal there were still chores that needed to be done, and animals needed to be fed. The men of the Dewitt house were all busy taking care of chores.

  The brothers were working on moving hay into the barn off a trailer. However, James was, for ck of a better word himself, wearing a strange earpiece that covered his left ear and had a green lens over his left eye. To many fans, this was obviously Dragon Ball's Scouter.

  “Didn’t mom tell you not to use your ability?” Danny asked.

  “Do you think I of all people wouldn’t use it?” It was a fair point, James always had a rebellious streak, and their mother was expecting him to use it. She had just asked him so that he would tone down what he might have done otherwise.

  "That reminds me, why are you healthier than normal? You're also able to carry a bale of hay for once.” Danny was curious about James' mysterious growth in physical fitness. Danny watched as James grabbed another bale off the trailer. (He also seemed slightly taller). “So what did you get”?

  “Aside from a bunch of miscelneous items, Ki”

  “You mean like from Dragon Ball?” Danny asked putting down the bail he was carrying. After James’ little trick with the Senzu Beans, Danny started rewatching Dragon Ball. Making it a personal goal to rewatch many of the things the two had watched in their youth, to avoid further tricks. “Can you do like Ki bsts and stuff”?

  “No, it's not like Dragon Ball, though they have a simir origin… I might be able to do Ki bsts. I haven't tried it.” To this point, James had not externalized Ki. He could move it around internally with due effort and it has been getting easier since the start but removing it or turning it into a beam was something he felt was not going to happen anytime soon.

  Soon enough their conversation derailed when Danny asked, “If you can enter cartoons, can you get me…” The two boys were brothers who grew up in the same home. The media they watched when they were young was identical with some exceptions. James knew exactly what Danny was referring to.

  “NO.” It was a firm response something Danny could hardly believe from his brother.

  Trying to restart the conversation Danny asked, “So, what’s my power level?” James looked at him as the scanner went to work before giving a response of “5”.

  “That sounds kinda low”.

  “Actually, it's above average, double digits are superhuman territory. The number would be higher if you were holding a gun or something.” As James went back to the trailer for another bale he couldn't help but stare off into the pasture. As he did his eye soon met an unusually rge heifer. (Unusually rge fish… Are we getting strange beef next?)

  “Danny that cow”.

  “That’s just Bessie she’s… always been a bit bigger…” He too was a bit stunned. While the two of them were more than a few yards away they could both tell she was taller than Danny.

  “The scouter says she’s an 8”.

  “And the rest of them”?

  “6 seems to be the average. Likely because the scouter takes size into account”.

  “BREEHEEHE” The sound of a strange neigh. It attracted the attention of both brothers. Inside the barn, the only one who would make such a call was a single horse. As the brothers approached the stall, “Dad! You need to take a look at this!” Danny called out to their father who was working nearby.

  Once the old man with his yearly peculiar mustache arrived, wearing a pid button-up shirt, jeans, cowboy boots, and an old worn baseball cap the three could only stare at the horse. Scooter was Ronald's old horse One that he would weave tall tails about how he supposedly rode to school on him (even though the timeline didn’t make sense), he was a horse Ronald had for a long time. “Scooter my boy what happened-“. Scooter had a rare chestnut-colored palomino coat, now there were strange splotches of white covering parts of his body here and there, and the most striking change aside from the spots of white on his coat, a small spiraling horn about the size of a pinky growing on his head. As Ronald approached the horse Scooter reared up before letting out another winnie. Causing Ronald to falter falling back. Both brothers held out their arms to catch their father as he caught himself before falling back.

  “BREEEE” Scooter called again as he started filing hooves.

  “So, what do we do?” Danny asked.

  “Give me a minute." Ronald retorted.

  James however was quite blunt regarding the situation, "He’s clearly aggressive and is turning into a unicorn.” Nobody here could deny these statements.

  "Why's he getting so aggressive then?" Danny asked.

  “If Scooter is turning into a unicorn, he probably dislikes or even hates non-virgins. Like a psychological rejection"?

  Ronald turned towards James and asked, “I’ll be, when did that happen?” Danny, however, turned his head away.

  “Years ago, now focus.” James retorted.

  “We can't just let him out. What if he starts running?" Danny was worried about what Scooter might do if they released him. The stall wouldn’t hold him, and he was getting more rambunctious by the second.

  “We just need a pce to store him?” James said as he grabbed a bag from his hoodie pocket. Dropping the Scouter inside before diving his arm into the pouch. Digging around he eventually pulled out a tablet. tapping away at the screen before he found the object he wanted. Taking some time to pull the package free as it didn't fit the screens dimensions perfectly. Removing it from the packaging and revealing a rge bnket depicting grassnd with stars in the night sky backdrop. "What are you waiting for go get some ropes," James said as the two were still shocked to see him do that.

  James held out the bnket as Danny and Ronald ssoed Scooter. James with his fingers inside the bnket approached Scooter while the two were trying their best to restrain him. He needed his fingers inside the medium for it to work and the bnket was more than rge enough that it should be able to fit the horse. He entered the stall holding out the bnket acting like a matador with a bnket instead of a red cape. With the two bruisers trying their best to retrain him and James approaching from the front, Scooter's instincts kicked in causing him to try to back away like a cornered mouse before he reared up and tried to kick however, James held out the bnket as the hooves aimed at him came into contact with the pulsing surface they sunk inside.

  Even with his front legs inside the bnket, it was still difficult to catch his head with it. As Scooter's struggle continued, Danny pulled hard on the rope bringing his head within range as James caught it inside. As soon as his head was fully inside the poster his struggle ceased. Now, was just to push him through. This wasn't an easy task, trying to move a horse that didn't want to move was already difficult enough. Using the ropes they tried to pull him forward with some success. In the end, they had to get behind and push.

  “Dad, uh, Scooter was gelded right?” Danny asked.

  “Add regeneration to the list of things he shouldn’t be doing. Shut up and push!” Throughout the entire process, James had to keep his fingers inside the bnket as he did not know what would happen if he suddenly released the medium while his ability was active. The process, while simple was surprisingly straining. He had never had to keep his hands in a medium for this long. Beads of sweat had started to form on his forehead.

  After several long minutes, a horse’s ass was now prominently dispyed on the bnket. With Scooter safely stored inside.

  End

  gelded = neutered

  Refer to Chapter 3.5 if I ever post it.

  You didn't think that humans were special, did you?

  Power levels:

  SpoilerFarmer=5

  Farmer+Shotgun=8

  Supermen=10

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