The man brought into the room didn’t struggle, he didn’t fight one bit; was that Yukimura? He had a strange helmet like device that covered his head and face from his nose up, exposing only his mouth, which gaped open slightly.
“Currently we have one power residing within his body, a dormant trait that copies other abilities- think of it as a secondary trait like his own, only with both powers combined, it allows him to both take powers from others and use it.”
Hanbei moved away from Yukimura and over to Megohime, grabbing her wrist and yanking her arm up, pushing back the sleeve to expose the skin on her arm. An assistant handed Hanbei a small tool, which looked like a small torch lighter, and turned the flame on her skin. The only reaction Megohime gave was to bite her lip and glare harder at the floor. Her skin didn’t mar or even discolor from the flame.
Handing the tool back to his assistant, he moved over to Yukimura, and simply spoke a command. “Take it.” He said, and Yukimura lurched forward, arm outstretched in front of him. Megohime looked up at Yukimura eyes wide as she tried to move backwards, but her body refused to obey her. A chill ran down her spine as he stopped before he and placed a hand on her forehead, then she collapsed in agony. Screams tore from Megohime as she writes on the floor, twitching and seizing on the floor before falling still. Hanbei’s assistants only sat her back up on her knees, but had to hold her up.
Yukimura’s own body twitched violently, and one could see the strain on his body by the bulging veins on his neck.
Again, Hanbei was handed the small torch lighter, but this time, he took Yukimura’s wrist, exposing his skin to the flame, which didn’t mar in the slightest.
“Of course, she no longer has the power to resist any heat or flame, in fact, she’s quite human now.” He said, motioning to Megohime.