"Why did God have to give me such a worthless daughter?" Minako's mother would ask that every morning as she tried to drag her out of bed. "Lazy husband, lazy daughter... I live in a house full of sloths!"

Minako would close her eyes when she heard the woman ranting. She would pretend to be asleep because it made things easier if her mother thought she hadn't heard. It was easier not to hate her mother if she acted like she didn't know.

And it was in those moments that she would think of what she had done the night before - the monsters, the battles, the almost-Armageddons she prevented almost every day. She was tired, but not habitually. She resented the implication her mother made. She swallowed her screams and continued "sleeping."

She would also think of the day when she revealed her true identity. When power would shoot from her fingertips, encircling her body, and christening her something near a goddess in front of the world and her mother.

She could hardly wait.