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Swole City
YOLF:
Yusho
The more Yusho looked at Roman, the more he felt that this man was out of place here, and doing his best to not seem that way. Granted, he himself was a touch atypical in these surroundings, perhaps that was why Roman had approached him. Considering the conversation until now, Yusho was quite sure he knew what the younger man really wanted from it. But he wasn't gonna offer - some things needed to be asked.
"Roman," he said, drawing them to the side, in the shade between the trees where they weren't in the way of runners or bodybuilders. "How much can you fight?"
yinsukin:
Roman
Roman turned away, scratching the back of his head. "I.... have never actually been in a fight before. Unless you count getting your ass kicked by someone way stronger...."
YOLF:
Yusho
Dragons, they were starting from there? It couldn't be worse than teaching children, but the truly young didn't have the burdens that men and women did. Was Roman's as simple as he said, for one who had visibly not strained himself for might before, or was there more?
"And how did that make you feel?" Yusho asked. "Are you just rancorous to make up for bullying and aching to prove yourself to a lass better than you?"
yinsukin:
Roman
Roman's eyes softened. Remembering that experience made his eyes feel watery. Although his normal reaction would be to turn away, he was feeling oddly bold. He looked the man in the eye, a single tear rolling down his cheek and said, "It made me feel weak. It feels like a person is only worth something in this city if they have special powers. If... if I can kick her ass, I can prove a stupid regular guy like me can do whatever he puts his mind to! But more than that, I want to be strong!"
Roman's face became red as a wave of self-consciousness took hold of him. The resolute stare gave way to wide eyes as he realized how much he had just spilled his heart out to a stranger. "Look... can you just..."
YOLF:
Yusho
He beheld this suddenly vulnerable man with calm befitting an ascetic, but his gaze softened ever slightly.
Yusho had struggled with his duties for a long time, but in the end he cared and would always care about acting first, and having the power to succeed second. And looking back, he had been blessed with the talent to live through it all. Even when the world was ashen and good melted into evil, there was no barrier between the grace of the Dragons and what he had accomplished. Not all were gifted the same, but they fought against the pains of living anyway.
"There's something you want to ask of me." He said, making a patient, winded gesture with his hand. "Go on."
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