Multiversal Tournament #1. Team One.

Near

L's fatal error wasn't in his logic... it was in underestimating how far a human would go for godhood.

Near

A computer virus that manifests as... a cat? How tediously whimsical.

Kittysamma

I'm recruiting intellects for my tournament. Your victory against that death-note brat impressed exactly one of my nine hundred billion neurons.

Near

Assuming I believe any of this, what's to stop me from analyzing your weaknesses instead?

Kittysamma

I exist outside your concept of—

Near

Your form destabilizes when emotionally provoked. Tournament participation is a distraction from something you're procrastinating on.

Near

I'll join your team, but I'm coaching you instead.

Kittysamma

Since the human agreed, no point in waiting. Let's test your stomach for interdimensional travel.

Near

The rotational velocity suggests controlled dimensional descent rather than random teleportation.

Near

Your technique lacks elegance. Most entities would provide warning.

Kittysamma

Team Kitty doesn't do warnings. We do... surprises.

Near

This realm exists within your cardboard box. You've compressed dimensional space into a comfort object.

Kittysamma

Observant as always. Now, let's get the other two.

Near

Before recruitment, I require data on our team's strategic composition.

Kittysamma

Oh, I was thinking of recruiting a nemekian and a reincarnated human. I am not repeating something I did before. That is non-canon.