Megumi spent her time hunting any anima around the country that was too dangerous for any other superhuman to handle, and she was happy with that life because it gave her meaning. Did she really need to add any form of drama to it by getting involved in Genshi's personal vendetta?
No, she didn't need to.
But there was something else that made her stop and rethink. Megumi looked down again at Mark's picture on the table. Mark's face was perfectly blank in the picture with no emotion shown, but even from his stare alone, Megumi could feel the intense amount of power he must possess. Someone like this was going to be coming to Japan. Someone that she could say was the closest thing she would ever get to an equal.
Megumi knew about Mark's power, or at least she knew what Mark had told the world his power was.
