Ogata sprinted through the dimly lit alleyways, his polished shoes splashing through puddles left by the recent rain. His face remained calm—composed, as always; his mind was already calculating the most efficient way to deal with the threat ahead.

“Where is that little furball?” he hissed under his breath, glancing briefly over his shoulder. His so-called “guardian” was late—again.

Ahead, the street opened up into a small square. Ogata’s eyes narrowed as he scanned the area, his senses on high alert. It was quiet... too quiet.

The corner of his mouth twitched in irritation as he smoothed back his hair with his hand. “Tch... guess I’ll have to handle this alone.”

With a quick glance to make sure no one was watching, Ogata pulled out the wand and held it in front of him. The damn thing was impractical—purple, with those cute tiny wings and cat ears. But it was his now, whether he liked it or not.

“Lock and load...” His voice was low, barely above a whisper at first. Then, with a swift motion, he raised the wand higher. It still felt ridiculous every time he did this, but there wasn’t much choice now.

“...JUSTICE MODE!”

A flash of purple light erupted around him, swirling like a vortex as ribbons of energy wrapped around his body. His business suit melted away, replaced by something far more uncomfortable. A sleek, form-fitting purple and black outfit adorned with cat-like details materialized on his body. The outfit clung to him, complete with black gloves, boots, and a sleek tail that flicked behind him with a life of its own, and—much to his dismay—cat ears perched atop his head.

Ogata scowled as he felt the transformation complete. “Every damn time.”

The wand in his hand reshaped itself into a sleek rifle—complete with glowing runes etched along its barrel. He gave it a brief once-over, satisfied at least with this part of the transformation; the rifle was powerful, precise. Efficient.

“Alright... let’s get this over with.”