“Stop fighting me. I’m not your enemy!” Jax said.
The battlefield swirled around Yatsuhashi, and Jax’s voice seemed to
hammer into his brain. His grip loosened, but he shook his head and flipped
Jax onto his back forcefully. “No,” Yatsuhashi growled. “You listen to me!
Forget.”
Yatsuhashi pinned him, knees pressing into Jax’s chest. Now that they
were so close, he could see that Jax wasn’t much older than him.
Yatsuhashi was stronger, heavier physically, but Jax had more Aura
right now, and Yatsuhashi was running low. Too low to put much into his
Semblance. After all of this, he was going to fail.
He felt himself slipping back into the dark corner of his mind as Jax
reasserted control over him. Then he felt a hand on his arm. He looked and
saw Gill. The last thing he needed.
He started to shake her off when he saw her other hand was on Jax’s
shoulder. And then Yatsuhashi felt Aura flood into him, like a breath of
fresh air.
He punched it all into his Semblance, making Jax forget. Jax suddenly
went slack. He felt Jax’s presence jolt out of his mind. And when he looked
around, he saw many Crown soldiers’ faces waking up on the battlefield.

....

Jax, meanwhile, was lying still, stupefied at Yatsuhashi’s feet, eyes wide
open.
“Jax?” Yatsuhashi asked.
No response. But tears were streaming down the man’s cheeks.
If you wanted to, you could wipe anyone’s mind clean, Jax had said.
Yatsuhashi stumbled back, disgusted with himself. In the heat of the
moment, he might have overdone it—but he’d never intended to go that far.
This was why he had avoided using his Semblance for so long.

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