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It wasn't surprising that his attack was blocked. No, it was expected. Luke didn't attack in a way that had been meant to bring Yetsuna down. If she went down from that attack it would have been her own fault. Yes, it would have been a sign that Luke had far outpaced Yetsuna but it would not have been a satisfying one. What Luke wanted was to fight. He wanted to bring Yetsuna, and himself, to each other's very limits. Intertwine themselves in the heat of combat. Luke wanted to show Yetsuna how far he had come. He wanted to impress her. He wanted to surpass her. Luke knew that, if push came to shove, he could have beaten her with the aid of his Dolls. If he chose to summon Springflut and Jäger in their natural forms, then their combined might would overpower Yetsuna and her earth control. But that wasn't what he wanted. He wanted Yetsuna for himself. He wanted to show her, with his own hands, how far he had come.

Sparks flew as sword met sword. Luke realized, in that clash, that even with his own increased physical strength Yetsuna was still coming out on top. Hmph. She had a lot of muscle beneath those boobs. It made Luke happy. Meant he still had a challenge in Yetsuna. He never expected this to be easy. But the more difficult victory was to achieve, the more satisfying it was when you finally had it in your hands. "If you think I'm fast now.." Luke replied softly, his words interrupted by Yetsuna pushing him away with her own strength and the granted leverage of her sword. She was able to push him yes, but it certainly didn't throw him off balance like she wanted. As Yetsuna brought herself into position to kick, Luke saw the sudden movement of her leg and recognized the kick instantly. His experience in the fighting ring had given him plenty of opportunities to fight against other martial artists.

What Luke did was simple. He ducked. As her leg came upwards to strike his arm, Luke leaned himself backwards a little to allow himself to duck underneath her kick. But he didn't stop there. While Yetsuna's leg travelled through empty air, the Bount moved towards Yetsuna's now exposed flank that resulted from her kick. As he moved forward he'd turn right, swinging his Zanpakuto upwards in an attempt to slice through the back of her thigh before retreating backwards. With Yetsuna having devoted herself to the kick how would she respond to the sudden sword swing coming from beneath her?

Luke, retreating, wanted to play it safe rather than going all ham right away. But he knew that retreating from Yetsuna wasn't the wisest idea. Her long sword had more of a reach than his Zanpakuto, which meant that Luke would need to get much closer than she would to rengage with her. If he threw aside the fear any sane person naturally had of being cut to ribbons by such a weapon, and went in smart, he could do it again and again. Once inside her guard, Yetsuna would have trouble using her sword against him. But there was also the matter of her earth manipulation. Fighting on the ground like they were was giving Yetsuna way too much home field advantage. But if the Shinigami resorted to using her earth against him, he'd mark it as a personal victory. "Is the goal to get laid?" Jäger asked. Hush.

[Yetsuna Yishnir]

As Yetsuna pushed against Luke's sword she could feel him actively resisting, even has she leveraged the the weight of her blade and her full strength she could feel him resisting. His raw physical strength had risen immensely over their relatively short relationship, it made her happy to see the little kid who's butt she whooped not too long ago grow into someone who could now stand next to her as an equal. Several questions about his development began to rise in her mind, but the female quickly pushed them aside to address later, for now she wanted to relish the moment. 

After struggling against him for a brief moment the shinigami managed to exert a large enough burst of force to overcome Luke and send him slightly off balance, but not as much as she had been hoping. Regardless, she continued with her counter, quickly spinning around using the momentum from her push to try and kick the man in the arm, but he managed to recover faster then she had expected and dodged backwards, leaving her to hit nothing but space. As the kick finished passing by him he moved back in, bringing his sword upwards towards her thigh, trying to cut her exposed flank. It was a basic move, but a good one none the less, his timing was excellent and her positioning had left her vulnerable, but that didn't meant she was utterly defenseless.

Before the bount's sword could contact her flash the geomancer used a shunpo to avoid the attack, blurring out of sight of the man to reappear several feet behind him, both feet on the ground and her sword on her shoulder again, "Speed, strength, and tactics. You've been training hard," she said, tapping the blade on her shoulder lightly, "I noticed that you're reiatsu output is a lot higher too," she paused for a moment before blowing a puff of air up into her bangs, making them shift slightly, "I guess I should take off the kid gloves on my end too."

As she finished speaking Yetsuna uncapped her own reiatsu output, unleashing the full force of it's pent up pressure to the surrounding area. Unlike Luke's whose was slow and controlled her was much more rapid, causing massive burst of wind, knocking up dust and shaking the surrounding trees, and despite her attempt to keep it somewhat controlled, some windows could be heard shattering in the distance. After the initial burst the energy level dropped before stabilizing, as all the built up pressure was released, "Sounds like I might have broken a few windows," she chuckled slightly at her accidental mischief.

She brought her sword down off her shoulder, quickly swirling it in her hand before taking her battle stance; her sword behind her, ready to strike, her left hand slightly in front, ready to counter, and her side to Luke to reduce the surface area he had to strike, "You wanna take the first move again, or should I go first this time?" she asked, with a honey-like tone to her voice, she was obviously enjoying herself at the moment.

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Turning to face Yetsuna after her dodge, the Bount chose not to pursue her right away. Considering that she didn't go right for an attack, and instead adopted that rather relaxed pose, Luke came to the conclusion that she was catching a breather. Whether she wanted to admit it to herself or not, Luke had a feeling he might have caught Yetsuna off guard. He might have broken her composure for a moment, evidenced by her blowing her bangs out of her face. "Guhuh. Just fucking let me out so I can ruin her stupid shit eating pretty cock gargling face. She is TOTALLY fuckin' asking for it. I'll show her that her shit stinks just like everyone else's when I'm done with remodeling her body!" Jesus fucking christ. Calm the ever loving fuck down! Yeah, no matter what Yetsuna threw out, Luke was not summoning Jäger while he was so flustered.

A compliment was thrown his way though, which did make Luke smile. He smiled with pride that his hardwork was being appreciated and respected, and that it was Yetsuna was the one doing it. Whether Luke liked it or not, deep down he certainly had himself a little crush on her. Wasn't like it was love or anything, but she was certainly someone he'd gotten to know well enough in their short relationship. He'd leaned on her enough to garner some feelings for her. Friendship was a certainty, and he couldn't help having a small crush on her after all she'd done for him. "Swallow a bucket of cum you desperate bottom feeding virgin fuck." Yeah, Luke was throwing up the mental wall to block Jäger the fuck out. The Doll seriously needed to calm the hell down.

Luke understood Jägers grudge towards Yetsuna. When they had first spared, she had given Luke a challenge that he had went against with all his strength. But Yetsuna suddenly cut it short, saying how Luke was never going to win and then deciding to give him the prize as a consolidation prize. It was patrionizing and insulting, though Luke knew Yetsuna didn't mean harm by it. He'd well gotten over it, but Jäger sure as hell never did. Jäger was, honestly, a friendly individual. Creepy, perverted, and weird as he was...he was the kind of guy who would give you a big warm hug before grooping your ass. But he rarely had insulting or negative things to say about people...cept when it came to Luke. But he only did it to annoy Luke and get a laugh. But Yetsuna? Jäger hated her. On the other end of the scale...Springflut really didn't care.

Blinking when she said that she'd start taking this seriously, Luke raised an eyebrow. "Good to hear. I won't need to pull my punches anymore." Luke said with a smirk. "You were holding back?" Springflut asked. Yeah. I didn't plan to cut her leg off or anything. If she didn't dodge I was going to stop the swing. I may had released my limiters, but it's not like I want to maim her. Luke replied with his explanation. "Don't be such a softie, idiot. If you aimed to kill her you'd be dominating her easily." Springflut responded as Yetsuna began letting out her own power.

The Bount narrowed his eyes some as he felt the full pressure of Yetsuna's uncapped pressure. Slow it down idiot... Luke mentally growled, realizing what could happen if she just let it all pop like that. He even heard the breaking of some windows. If someone walked by and got hit by that. Thankfully though he sensed no other presences around them. As her level of power stabilized she made a joke about her property destruction. Shaking his head with a smile, Luke just chuckled lightly to himself. "I'm a little disappointed, Yetsuna. You'd think with that show there you'd have jumped up a few levels. But, really, you're not much stronger than before. A little higher than me in overall power but..nothing I can't keep up with." Luke commented, trying to mess with Yetsuna a little with some friendly trashtalk.

Luke would suddenly lunge. Dashing towards Yetsuna in a forward charge, with his sword held out horizontally and pointed behind him. Once close enough, if Yetsuna did nothing to respond to his charge, Luke would swing his Zanpakuto downwards to cleave into her elbow and arm. Pulling back, the Bount would launch another attack by jabbing his blade forward into a stab, aimed to slice at her neck. Something she would need to respond with, else she'd meet with a very serious injury. "Yo. Yetsuna. How come you decided to become a Shinigami? Why did you want to get strong?" Luke would ask during his attacks, pulling himself back after the lunge, flipping his blade into a guarding stance.

[Yetsuna Yishnir]

Yetsuna gave a dismissive shrug as the bout commented about her power level, "I don't feel the need to hide my awesomeness from those around me. I only suppressed some of it so I wouldn't tear your arms to shreds," she said casually as she took her fighters pose, "Besides, you have no idea what I'm able to do," she smirked. Her a Luke and skirmished in the past, that was certain, but she had never displayed much of her actual power before, sure her power level may not have jumped like his, but she didn't need her's too, she already had the ace she wanted in her hand.

In a response to her question about who should move, the black haired boy took the initiative once more and launched on offensive. He came at her in a full charge, unaided by any movement technique, the tip of his sword dragging behind him just a bit, and she watched his arm for the signs of his arm about to move. As the distance between the two came to a close he quickly repositioned his blade for a downward slice, aimed at her left hand and in response she rapidly brought her blade forward and upward to meet and catch his blade, knocking it back a small extent as the weight and her strength advantage overtook him. Luke quickly reset himself for another, this time to try and get at her throat, but the shinigami brought her blade back down to meet his once more.

They each held their ground for a moment, Yetsuna using enough strength to keep Luke's blade at bay without trying to overpower him, she was about to make a smart remark about his attempted swing at her throat and his bloodthirstiness when he beat her to speaking, but with a question: What was her drive. She would slowly lower her arm until the bulk of the blade weight rested in the soil and she was mostly just holding the handle, it wouldn't be hard for Luke to tell he had a hit a spot he probably shouldn't have, but it wasn't really his fault.

Wanting to know a follow fighters drive isn't an unfair question, if anything it was probably a very common one, at least for most people, for Yetsuna it was a tender subject to say the least. Several decades ago she found herself literally consumed with a similar question, it bothered her for hours, unceasingly tormenting her, hijacking her own mind and causing to almost tear itself apart. Through the help of another shinigami and her zanpaktou spirit she managed to break the grip the question had on her before any kind of permant metal damage was inflicted, but the situation was never resolved, just covered.

There was a vacant look in Yetsuna's eyes for a moment as she remembered the memory of that night, "Hey.", a voice rang out in her head, trying to get her attention, "Hey!" her eyes returned to normal, "Focus, don't let yourself go down that rabbit hole," Ishio spoke firmly, having heard the question and sensed where her mind was going pulled her back from a dangerous area. Even after all those years the question he had originally asked her to help her develop lingered like an infected wound, what, he wondered, would it take to actually undo that trauma.

The female shinigami spoke her head briefly as she recentered herself on reality, as she spoke her voice seemed distant, "I.." she took a breath, "I don't really have an answer for you." While She still loathed to admit that to herself her answer was true, she had no real justification for her actions; she just did what she did because she could, she had no driving force behind her in her life. Since her fateful encounter with the question all those years ago from Ishio she had started to try and find something more deep and meaningful in her life, not in some spiritual or super hero-y way, but a way that at least justified her existence as person, as a shinigami, as a fighter.

Thus far the quest had bore no success, but at the very least she had mostly managed to keep that question, that darkness that lingered at the edge of her mind at bay, though occasionally Ishio had to make his presence reknown to her in order to keep her grounded, at was the least he could to to atone for inflicting the damage upon her in the first place.

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As Luke pulled back from his attacks he came to notice the sudden shift in Yetsuna. Moments before she was fired up and ready to fight, and now suddenly she appeared almost like a kid who just found out Santa wasn't real. A exaggeration, yeah, but it was that big a shift in her facial expression and body language. So much so that when Luke retreated back from his blows being dealt with, he didn't press the assault again. The Bount looked at Yetsuna, blinking, as he came to realize that his words might have just cut deeper than his sword could. He hit a nerve. A big, fat, sensitive and exposed nerve. One that seemed to have just killed all desire in her for a fight. "Good maybe she'll cry." Jäger sneered. Shut up. Luke replied.

When Yetsuna finally answered him, he blinked once again. He was surprised by her answer. She didn't have a reason? The Bount frowned, but not in anger or frustration. The way she answered him, the way she looked as she said it, it made Luke realize that this might have been a deeper issue that he realized. "Yetsuna.." Luke commented softly, concern apparent in his eyes. Yeah, he might have just twisted a knife in her. The Bount grunted to himself softly as he scratched the back of his head, realizing just how badly he had killed the mood. Literally. Seriously, Yetsuna looked like a sad puppy now. She didn't have an answer for him? Did that mean she didn't have a reason for fighting?

Honestly it kind of explained something. Yetsuna's power had been rather stagnant. What that meant was that each time Luke had met Yetsuna, she never seemed to be that much stronger. The way it had worked, actually, was that each time they met Luke had been catching up to her. Luke had continued to climb up his own mountain, towards the peak of his potential, with his reasons for doing so continually pushing himself forward. But it seems, without any drive, Yetsuna had stagnated. She reached her plateau. "When I said I got stronger to control my life I wasn't lying." Luke broke the silence as his Zanpakuto was reintroduced to its sheath.

"When I found out I was Bount I was told that it was inevitable that I'd turn into a monster. That I'd become some back alley creeping murderer looking for his next meal. I took it to heart, and strived to stop that fate from happening." Luke explained, turning his attention away from Yetsuna as he stared out at the flowing river. "But there's more than that. I'm striving to get stronger because there's something I do want to become, no matter what it takes or what I have to give up." Luke commented, reflecting back on his dream. He aimed to become a hero. He aimed to become someone who could protect and save as many as he could. It was a dream born from his desire to make amends to the people who died around him, to the people killed because of him.

"What I'm saying is you need to find a reason. Look at how quickly I caught up to you. Yetsuna...I don't want you to take this as me bragging but I've caught up to you. You won't get any stronger unless you can find a reason to keep walking forward. Even if it's something stupid, so long as it's something that drives you it's worth having." Luke explained, the wind pushing against his hair and clothes for a moment. The Bount then chuckled and shook his head. "You've probably already heard all this before, and I'm telling you stuff you probably already know. Plus I'm not good at deep meaning talks. But you get what I'm saying, right?" Luke asked. It was clear what he said ended up killing the muse for a fight.

[Yetsuna Yishnir]

The stunned female heard the man speak her name, but she didn't respond, a majority of her mind was elsewhere. There was a pause afterward, which the bount used to reposition himself before continuing to speak, attempting to offer words of encouragement, comfort, and advice, but they did no such thing for her. More than anything they irritated her, he made it sound simple, like a reason to fight was something she could just pick up at a mini market, like the nightmare she had been through easily could have been avoided. As he continued to speak her blood began to seethe, even though she knew in the back of her head he was just trying to be helpful, she couldn't help but lose her cool at the way he was acting so nonchalant about an issue that literally went to the core of her being.  

Her grip on her blade slowly began tightening until her knuckles were practically white with the force she was exerting on the handle, she'd interrupt Luke before he got to his final statement, "What makes you think it's so easy to find a reason to fight? To find a justification for your entire existence and all the pain you've been through?" she exclaimed, not quite yelling, but definitely louder than usual with her voice betraying her anger, "I've been through hell and back in my lifetime and in all that time I've yet time find a reason to justify anything about my life, but please tell me how some minor goal will justify everything."

While Luke likely wouldn't be able to tell the anger Yetsuna displayed wasn't entirely caused by him. While her initial confrontation with this issue had been dealt with, it was far from resolved, having only been pushed back into the corners of her mind, but those unresolved issues lingered, and having this topic brought up so bluntly had served to knock loose many of the feelings that had been locked away with the beast in her mind. Furthermore, while the creature still in its cage, it was rattling the bars, and that was affecting affects on her state of mind, taking her from her typically calm and laid back self to a far more emotionally volatile person. Every passing moment made her more unstable and more eager to lash out both verbally and physically.

"What's your reason to fight? huh? You seem so confident that its made you strong, well why don't you prove it. Show me how strong you think you are." she continued on, though the volume of her voice had reduced to some extent. While the female hadn't shifted her position much, subtle changes in her posture and the look in her eye would make it fairly obvious that she meant to fight with no holds barred. Even if Luke didn't attack her she still planned on swing at him until he had no choice to swing back, and she didn't care at this point if she drew blood.

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He blinked. The young man paused as he watched the change in Yetsuna's demeanor. A woman who was naturally relaxed and carefree had transformed into something unrecognizable. Luke had never seen this side of his friend before. It was startling to see her this angry. Did his question and statements really twist a knife so deep into her it caused this? She spat at him, yelled at him, tried to throw aside the advice he had given her. Luke simply looked at her. He was cautious, actually. He had his senses on high alert. He, honestly, expected Yetsuna to lose her rationality and swing at him in her rage. Rage could blind someone to reason. "Amazing. You say just the right things to girls, don't you?" Jäger decided to comment, before Luke threw up a mental barrier to keep his Doll's opinions to himself.

But then Yetsuna asked him that question. She directed a question to the Bount that made Luke freeze. She wanted to know what his motivations were. What about his motivations made him so confident he was strong. But that was the thing. Luke, comparing himself to other people he had met, didn't think he was strong. He was painfully aware of how weak he was. The Bount remained quiet, even as Yetsuna shifted her stance, and looked at her that eyes reflected a strange tiredness in the Bount. Even as Yetsuna raged, Luke remained calm. His lips stretched slightly as he shifted his head, wondering if he should. "There's a chance-" Yes. He knew. There was a chance that revealing Luke's reasons for fighting would cause her to attack him. But there was always the chance that explaining his own reasons to her would calm her down some.

"Atonement." Luke said, softly, after a moment of agonizing silence. He looked away from Yetsuna, reflecting through body language that what was going through his head was something he felt uncomfortable bringing up. "I was attacked by someone that I know now was a Vandenreich allied Quincy. There was never a point in my life that I felt so weak and powerless. Even when my powers hadn't developed and all I could do was see ghosts, I still felt weaker then than I did in my younger years." His brow trembled as a angry began building inside him. "It was like a cat playing with her food. Nothing I did had any lasting affect. So...I summoned my Doll. In a last ditch effort to kill her, he unleashed a attack that destroyed a few blocks of the city. My power killed who knows how many people." Luke explained, his fingers curling themselves tightly into a white knuckled fist.

"What the Quincy did to Karakura overshadowed the damage I did to it. But it didn't matter. Because of my weakness so many people were killed. This hadn't been the first time either. I've had to watch, time and time again, people be hurt or be killed simply because I was unable to do a thing. Maybe someone can just shrug it off and move on, but I can't. I couldn't live a life that was held up by corpses." Luke explained, closing his eyes as he expressed this to her. "So I decided. I decided that the only way I could make things right to those people was to dedicate my own life to other people. Become someone who can protect and save as many people as he can. Become someone strong enough to stop people like the Vandenreich. Become someone who can help build a world where everyone can smile." Opening his eyes, Luke stared ahead at Yetsuna for a moment before he looked down at his left arm. "Regardless of what it costs me. Regardless if it means my smile is fake. No matter what hell I have to go through to do this."

He remembered when he had lost his left arm trying to rescue Timor from the Hollows. He remembered the days without his arm. He recalled the phantom sensations. Closing his fingers, Luke returned his attention to Yetsuna. She wanted to see how strong he was? Luke could do that. Placing a hand on his Zanpakuto, the sound of scrapping metal resounded through the night as he began to draw his sword once again. "Cast away, Mūnran'nā." The sword shifted and morphed. The blade became illuminated in a blue light as he activated the release of his Zanpakuto. That same blue light illuminated the bottom of his feet, causing Luke to become a little beacon of light in the dark of the night.

Using the Artificial Zanpakuto against a Shinigami was risky. Luke wasn't entirely aware of how the Shinigami felt about the counterfeit weapons. Regardless, even if she did have a problem with it he'd deal with it as it happened. "If you're going to fight then come on."

Remaining Reiatsu: 5925 / 7000

[Yetsuna Yishnir]

When Luke observed Yetsuna it would be easy to tell that he had achieved his goal of calming her down, her posture was much less confrontal, but that didn't mean she was better. Despite her condition she couldn't remain enraged at Luke after hearing a reason like that, but without the rage, another emotion over took her, a sadness. The normally over confident woman now looked broken and lost, her posture slumped over and her eyes on the ground, Luke had a good reason to fight, and most might have guessed such a reason would have been something she easily could have used herself, but this was not the case. "I don't want to fight for others," the female said distantly.

"I don't want to justify myself, my existence, by having to use others," she paused as she clenched her fists, "I want a reason to fight for myself, to keep moving forward, even if the world fell to ashes around me. But I haven't been able to find one, and I don't know what to do." A few tears would fall from her cheeks as she spoke, a sign of just how long those thoughts and emotions had been building beneath the surface. "Is my own life so damn meaningless I can't even find a reason to fight for myself?" she asked, her voice beginning to crack.

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Placing a hand on his Zanpakuto, the sound of scrapping metal resounded through the night as he began to draw his sword once again. "Cast away, M-" he began to mutter, before he suddenly stopped the release command and drawing his Zanpakuto. He had suddenly noticed the shift in Yetsuna's body language, how the aggression that she had been filled with moments ago just seeped out of her. He paused, remaining still, as he watched how Yetsuna had changed. He could feel the overwhelming sadness building up inside her that was ready to pour out. She looked defeated. Luke blinked. Suddenly she spoke, and confessed to him.

She didn't want to use others to justify her existence. She wanted to fight for herself. She wanted a selfish motivation rather than a selfless one like Luke possessed. Luke began standing straight up, his own desires for fighting beginning to subside. Yetsuna confessed her problems to him. How she was completely lost in regards with what to do with herself. She couldn't find a reason for her existing. The Bount narrowed his eyes with concern when he suddenly saw the tears building up in the corners of her eyes. This must have been bothering her for a long time...and Luke had to go dragging it out of her. "Way to go." Jäger, oddly, scolded. He'd been rather quiet these past few minutes, and seemed to lack the venom in his voice towards Yetsuna that he had earlier.

But, as Yetsuna dropped her last sentence, Luke acted. He did the literally only thing that was right in this situation. Yetsuna would feel the embrace of his arms while his hand gently pressed against the back of her head into his shoulder so that her tears would stain his clothes and not her face. Comfort. That was the thing Luke was trying his damndest to convey to her. He rested the side of his face against her head, the scent of her hair filling his nose, as he tried his hardest to find the right words to say. Luke was not a man of words. He was a man of action. He had a tendency to make situations worse by opening his mouth. Talking got him into trouble. So before he would talk he would simply act. He just held Yetsuna, letting his actions do the talking for him right now as he tried to comfort Yetsuna in the safety of his hug.

"I don't like to see girls cry...especially when they're my friends." Luke said, softly and slowly, rubbing the back of her head lightly by clenching and releasing his fingers. He didn't hold her hard enough that she couldn't pull away if she wanted, but hard enough to convey the feeling of safety. "You mean a lot to me. So don't...ever let me hear you say your life is meaningless." Luke commented softly, nervous that he might say the wrong thing again. He had to pick his words carefully. "It's fine that you don't want to fight for others. Our circumstances are different, after all. And it's fine that you don't know what you want to fight for...because finding ourselves is part of life, you know." Luke explained.

"But...you know something?" Luke asked, softly pulling his head away from Yetsuna so he could look her square in the face. A smile had painted itself across his face as he looked at her, trying his damndest to transfer all that warmth his Light Aura and Charisma afforded him into her. "You don't have to do it alone. You have me. I'm here for you. So let me play the hero and help you. Let's find that reason together, alright, Yetsuna?"

[Yetsuna Yishnir]

Yetsuna's knuckles were beginning to turn white as she stood motionless, a bitter, dark anger washing over her. How long has she fought? How long had she suffered? How long had she searched, only to here with no reason to justify her being. She had looked for so long for a reason to fight, and yet nothing came to her, and she hated it; why did life deny her such a basic right as a reason to exist. She had lived most of her life as a good person, helping others, standing up against injustices, and literally taking hits for others so they wouldn't suffer, and after all of that she still had noting to show for herself. It would have been fairly simple for her to point to all the people she has helped, and use them as an excuse for her living, but she didn't want that, she didn't to justify herself through others, but there was another reason for that as well. She wanted a reason to fight for herself because how could someone ever fight for someone else, when their too weak to fight for themselves.

There was a silent moment after she finished talking, then she suddenly found her cheek being pressed into a fabric cover shoulder and a slight pressure in her back, pulling her in close, trying to comfort her. She made no motion as she was pulled in, she just remained motionless as decades of pent up emotions came crashing down on top of her. After a moment passed Luke began speaking to her again, trying to comfort her, and honestly had she been in a better place she might have laughed and called him out for his cheesy, almost movie sounding dialogue, but obviously she was in no such place. He told her that hr life wasn't meaningless, and that he would help he, and many of the same line any person would say to someone in depression, before pulling her way slightly so that they could she each others faces, but her eyes remained firmly trained on the ground.

"I've tried to find a reason, I've spent a life time looking to only turn up empty. What do you honestly think you can do for me that I haven't already tried myself?" she would reply her voice possessing a slight edge as her feelings came out, though they weren't necessarily directed towards Luke. While her question was a bit harsh it wasn't an unfair one, in her decades of looking for a reason to fight she had tried over and over to find something to latch onto, but every time that reason ended up ultimately faltering. She had lived several human life times, and had spent an entire one of those searching, what did Luke, a 20 somthing kid, think he could do for her? 

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Hmm. Luke thought to himself as Yetsuna didn't really react how he thought she would to his attempts to comfort her. Brown eyes blinked as he picked up on the edge in her voice, thinking over the words she fed to him. Honestly, the things she had to say were really bothersome. It was nothing but "I can't." This shouldn't be that hard of an issue to figure out. This talk was beginning to become nothing but going in circles or talking to a wall. Luke began to realize that, which was why the right side of his lip was pulled further over as he looked at the, actually, pouting Yetsuna. "What a disappointment." Luke suddenly heard Springflut say, knowing full well it was directed at Yetsuna.

He moved his hands so that they rested on her shoulders, though a moment after removed his right hand to only leave his left gripping her. "I guess that's a good question. What can I do?" Luke asked, rhetorically, as he averted his gaze from Yetsuna to look over at nothing in particular to his right. He was silent for a moment, still wearing that soft gaze and smile, before turning his head back towards Yetsuna. "I can keep walking." He said, before Yetsunas stomach would explode with pain. It happened in less than a instant. The tone of their conversation and the moment they were sharing would leave her completely open and defenseless. Why the fuck would what happen happen?

Luke's right fist, simmering with a red aura, pressed itself into Yetsuna's stomach. When Luke had said that last line he had suddenly, and without warning, slugged Yetsuna in the stomach with a technique known as Impact. A Human World Dwellers technique that could quadruple the force behind a physical blow, Luke ended up punching Yetsuna in the stomach with 800 Strength. Completely open and defenseless, an attack like that would knock Yetsuna the fuck out. She might even throw up whatever was in her stomach, or just fluid, from how fucking powerful it was. Hell, only reason she'd still be standing was because Luke was keeping her up.

"Use this as a reason to get stronger then. Get stronger so you can come back and try to kick my ass." Luke said, his smile slowly vanishing as he stepped around Yetsuna to let her fall to the pavement. "And while you're watching my back I'll keep striving forward." He'd said as he rested his hands in his pockets, looking down at Yetsuna. "Look properly at what you want to be." What he meant was that, in his eyes, he was something that Yetsuna wasn't. Luke had reached the heights that he had by having a goal, a purpose, a reason to fight. Without one...Yetsuna had fallen behind. I can't tell you what to do, Yetsuna. Luke turned and, as he did so, would sink into the shadows at his feet through the use of a certain Bount ability and would leave.

Every person is different. Every experience is different. What works for one won't work for all. You need to find your own reason to live. All I can do is give you a bandaid.

[Himitsu Kasumi'Oji]

590 TP for Yetsuna
670 TP + 100 Victory TP for Luke