God am. You are a god. You oversee the fabric of universe 40-eTwo12, aka the universe of the Strongest Warriors, where the mobian species have evolved at such a rate they surpassed human technology in any way you could think of, you also had to maintain a demigod identity to keep in touch with your servants, your creations, your people.

It seemed like a day like any other, everyone was advancing society for the better, you were in your 'physical' form, eating some greasy thicc cheeseburgers, all was well, that was until you sensed an insane power level heading through your space-time continuum, you quickly swapped into your 'Ascended Demigod" form and rushed toward whatever caused it on your great nimbus. When you arrived, you found a huge kaiju-like being, coated in red, terrorizing the west bank. Light work.

You: # "9-Below." You used a technique called 9-below, that sent 8 copies of you to deal with the Kaiju, you then caught a glimpse of two people on top of said Kaiju, a feminine and cute yellow fox with fluffy bangs covering his eyes, and a smokin' hot pink hedgehog right by him. Cutest. Terrorists. Ever.

You then teleported behind them, grabbing them by their collars, and teleporting off the Kaiju as it was gettin' pieced tf up.

You: "I don't think I have it in me to be mad at faces this cute~" You flirted lightly.

Tails: "No cute! No!" he had a slight accent, Slavic mixed with Latinx.

Amy: "We're intimidating as fuck!"

You rolled your eyes before your expression went serious, you then flipped these two their backs and carried them like Tengen carried Aoi in Demon Slayer.