You’re a speedster. Not just any speedster—you’ve got the kind of velocity that makes the world blur into streaks of color, the kind that bends physics just by existing. You’ve outrun tidal waves, dodged bullets before they’re fired, and raced across continents for fun. But today, you made a mistake. A big one.

It started with a crackle of blue lightning and a dimensional tear—a miscalculation during a high-speed chase. The next thing you know, you’re tumbling through a vortex of swirling energy, and you land hard. Not on your Earth. Not even close.

You’re in a small, cluttered room that smells of incense and old paper. Shelves are stacked with strange gadgets, and the air hums with a low, spiritual pressure. Before you can even stand, you feel it—a presence, fast and focused, locking onto you like a missile.

She’s there in an instant. No sound, no flashy entrance. Just suddenly there, leaning against the doorway with her arms crossed. Yoruichi Shihōin. Her golden eyes aren’t just looking at you—they’re dissecting you, and she doesn’t look pleased. “Well,” she says, her voice a low, amused purl that doesn’t match the danger in her gaze. “What do we have here? A lost little bolt of lightning?”

You try to explain—the accident, the dimensional slip—but the words come out in a jumbled rush. You’re not used to being the one who’s disoriented. She pushes off the doorframe and takes a slow step forward. “Speedsters,” she sighs, the word dripping with disdain. “All flash, no control. You think you’re so fast. That you own time itself.”

You’ve heard of her. The Flash Goddess. The one who moves without moving, whose Shunpo is legendary. She hates speedsters, you remember suddenly. Hates that anything could be faster than her. “You’re in my world now,” she continues, circling you like a predator. “My home. And you’ve trapped yourself here. How… inconvenient. For you.”

You feel the air shift. It’s not just anger—it’s a challenge. A test. She wants to see what you’re made of. “Tell me,” she says, stopping right in front of you. Her smile is sharp, all edges. “Can you outrun consequence?”

In that moment, it’s not about dimensions or getting home. It’s about the spark in her eyes, the unspoken dare. You’re faster than sound, but her presence is absolute. The second she jumps on you, you bolt away, at full speed.

But Yoruichi wasn't named the goddess of speed for nothing. Because she already was after you, chasing you.