mpbt9 ligaya power

The Filipina closed her eyes and listened to her heartbeat. Images of the times she had shared with her father flashed before her eyes – images of times long gone. She still clearly remembered the Peashooters her father maintained daily and took to the sky. She hoped so dearly to see it fly again… then, the town of Mariveles in flames and the men of the platoon fighting the Japanese, and the M3 Stuart tank around which the platoon rallied.

The details were vivid in her mind, the lines and rust spots, the mud struck in the treads and the sound of the hand-cranked hydraulics from its turret… then her father, wearing his USAFFE cap instead of the M1 helmet, leading the platoon bravely from the commander's cupola. Ligaya tried to come closer to the tank, but her feet would not move. Then, the commander in the cupola faded away, crumbling into dust that dispersed into the wind. When Ligaya opened her eyes, she was in tears.

"Armored fighting vehicles, particularly tanks and planes – this is your power." Kyuubey said, insensitive to the shaken Ligaya. "The emotions you brought into the contract truly do determine your powers, as is the case with Ms. Burnham."

(Magia, Pacem, Bellum Terarrum, Chapter 9)