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Your mind raced to find a solution to this problem, and out of all the ideas that passed through it, you settled on the most outlandish one.
Your mutation may have improved your natural senses, but they were nothing compared to the sixth sense you’ve developed. It was hard to explain.
It alerted you to danger, and anything else that you perceived as a threat. And if you were being honest, it's probably the only reason you were still alive. But it was much more than that.
It wasn’t just danger you felt, it was…well, everything. The shifting of wind current, the wingbeats of insects that flew past you, the rumbling of cars in the distance and trains that ran deep underground. It was faint, and you’d long since learned to categorize it all as background noise, but it was always there, threatening to overwhelm you if you ever tried paying too much attention to it.
You had no idea how people like Callisto, Matt or even Joyce dealt with it. But whatever cost they had to pay must have been worth it, because they were some of the best fighters you’ve ever seen. And while they had years of experience and training on you, they weren’t nearly as fast and strong as you were. All you needed was a way to close the gap. And your sixth sense might just be the key to that.
<span class="mu-r">“This is probably a <span class="mu-s">really</span> bad idea…”</span> you muttered, easily weaving a band of silk with your web-shaping power.
The way that Madame Webb described it, your spider-sense was something like a psychic threat detection system. A low-level clairvoyant ability that sets off a tingling sensation in the back of your skull. Sometimes it was a weak, barely noticeable thing. Other times, it rang so loud in your head that it caused you <span class="mu-i">physical</span> pain.
It was omnidirectional and ever-present. So far as you knew, there was no way to shut it off, and you never had to strain to use it. It’s protected you from everything from gunfire to collapsing buildings. It even warns you when someone’s about to catch you with your mask off.
You couldn’t have asked for a more useful survival tool. And while you might not fully understand it, you trust it more than you ever have with anyone or anything else in your entire life. So you didn’t think it was entirely out of the question to entrust your safety to it; to let it compensate for the sense that you used more often than anything.
Slowly, you placed the blindfold you’d created over your eyes and tied it off at the back. You could hear the exasperated exclamations from everyone in the audience as you did so, but you didn’t pay them any mind. All that mattered was what was right in front of you.
No…
What was slightly to the left of you. Kazuya was moving. You could feel it. But not through your spider sense, even though he was radiating a faint impression of danger.
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