I am now roughly four and a half years old.
To jump straight to the conclusion: the Force Vision I experienced was a false alarm. Or rather, while my mother was indeed in a life-threatening situation, it didn't manifest as the hostile encounter I had feared. The scene I had glimpsed was, quite simply, the moment of my mother's labor.
About half a month after I was discharged from the hospital following my Quirk's awakening, we discovered Hiromi was pregnant. Later, when I stood by my father's side to witness the birth, everything clicked into place.
Once I realized the nature of the vision, I was able to calmly welcome my new sister into the world... but it was a stark reminder. Just when I thought I was getting used to this planet, I realized how many things still felt alien to me.
In the Republic, childbirth was never quite such a harrowing ordeal. Of course, bringing a new life into the world is a monumental event in any era, but in a place like Coruscant, where medical technology is absolute, the process is far more serene. On this planet, however, giving birth is still a literal gamble with one's life. I was genuinely terrified that my mother might not make it.
Now that I am in a female body myself, this is no longer a detached observation. The realization that I might one day have to endure such a thing made the blood drain from my face.
Though, as a Jedi committed to the path of asceticism, carnal relations with men are outside my consideration anyway, so perhaps it is a moot point. Still, at this rate, even the prospect of a biological cycle is daunting. On Coruscant, there were side-effect-free treatments to completely suppress such biological inconveniences; I doubt I can expect the same here. I see my mother struggling once a month, and while she tries to act strong for my sake, one doesn't need the Force to see she is in pain. Thinking of my own future, I felt a wave of premature gloom.
But I digress. Regardless of my worries, I have become an older sister. The Masue household has grown by one girl, making us a family of four.
And here is the problem: my sister is simply too cute. I cannot quite explain this state of mind. It isn't as if I've never seen an infant before.
Objectively speaking, she is an utterly helpless creature who can do nothing for herself. Given the sheer amount of time and effort required to care for her, one would expect it to be a source of irritation. Yet, strangely, I feel no such resentment. I wondered briefly if she possessed some terrifying "Charm" Quirk, but my parents assured me this feeling is perfectly normal. They say it's the only way parents survive the rigors of child-rearing... I still find it mysterious.
Perhaps the Jedi were right to forbid family after all. Perhaps one truly must cast aside such attachments to maintain an unwavering heart, free from the influence of others.
Even as I thought this, I found myself spending every spare moment watching over her or fussing over her. I might be a lost cause. A part of me is perfectly fine with this, though I suspect if my former Master knew, he'd throw me into a meditation chamber for a month.
Fortunately—or perhaps unfortunately—I have no Master here. I do my best to clear my mind of distractions, training my body and strengthening my connection to the Force through meditation. This is essential discipline for what is to come, and since I haven't let even my sister's "temptations" stop my daily practice, I hope I can be forgiven.
My training has become much more structured since my Quirk awakened. As it turns out, my father is a former Pro Hero. That explains why he is so exceptionally skilled at Quirk control. Apparently, he was forced into early retirement to take over the family business after my grandfather's sudden passing, so his active career was relatively short.
Still, he hasn't surrendered his Hero License, which allows me to train my Quirk under his supervision without legal repercussions. Thanks to his analytical mind, I've been able to understand the specifics of my power much faster than I could have alone. I am truly grateful.
After discussing it with my father, we decided to register my Quirk with the municipal office under the name "Amplification." Mechanically, the power allows me to select something I am touching and multiply it. It consumes my internal nutrients in proportion to the effect, meaning I cannot use it recklessly, but its versatility is immense.
Through testing, we discovered the Quirk can be applied in two ways:
Permanent Amplification: The effect is lasting and stable. If I used this on precious metals or strategic materials, I could likely collapse the global economy. However, the nutritional cost is extreme.