Fantasy What it means to be a hero(SnakeGoddess/Damon)

[SnakeGoddess]

The heels of Merge's boots thunked across the pristine marbled tile of the college, catching the attention of students loitering in the halls. Their wide gazes met hers, and she gave a slight smile, almost business-like, and nodded her head in greeting as she passed. She was looking for a name, Rovoski, a professor in the art of Strategic Combat. It was...unusual for a professor to contact the number one hero for a request, but Rovoski was well respected among the profession, and the request... well, it couldn't really be ignored. An insanely gifted student with a strong power wasn't an uncommon sight. In fact, many many normal people would have, what is considered, a strong power. Merge, however, was concerned when she heard of the arrogance that the student carried, and for a professor to ask for help with a student, it could change the entire fate of the student's life.

She turned a corner and began hopping up mahogany stairs, her steps agile and purposeful. The stairs led to another hallway, this one carpeted and the hallways empty with gold nameplates adorned on each door, the same wood as the stairs. Her footsteps were muddled now, and she quickened her pace just a little, her green eyes flitting over each door, searching for that name. As soon as she saw Rovoski, she stopped, taking a breath to center herself and tugging at her ponytail to tighten it slightly. Her headpiece shifted slightly with the movement before falling back into place, the familiar armor pressing a slight weight on the bridge of her nose. She lifted her hand, lightly knocking and listening for the gentle 'come in' that followed.

The door creaked as she opened it, the hinges straining to support the weight of such a heavy wood. The office itself was messy, papers and files scattered on every available table surface, though the floor was noticeably clean of any debris. An older gentleman, probably in the age range of forty to fifty was sitting at the desk, his hands linked together at the finger tips with the pointer fingers resting on his mouth. Rovoski stood when Merge entered, smiling and holding out his hand in greeting.

"Merge, it certainly is a pleasure to meet you finally," Rovoski spoke with a slightly hoarse voice, as if it was sore from speaking too loudly for too long, "This is Yasu Saeki, the student that we discussed previously."

Merge had noticed the back of the student's head when she had entered the room, though he seems disinterested if anything, the sharp sound of an apple being bit into following his words. As she approached the desk and took Rovoski's hand, she cast her gaze to the student, staring with piercing eyes at the black-haired man.

"Hello," Her voice was carefully formal, "You can call me Merge, and you are?"

 

[Jessie_Ackerman]

Staring out the window pane, Yasu watched the ongoing rush of students with a pitiful gaze. He heard someone enter the room and guessed that it was the professor he was waiting for, but it mattered little. The man's gaze was firm, unwavering from that particular scene outside. For him others were too naive, simple-minded was a better word. One could say that Yasu was watching them from an elevated position, not just in terms of height, considering him being on the floor above, but also feeling like he doesn't belong with them. The little exchange between the professors was over and he was asked a question to which he took too long to respond.

Munching down on the perfectly crimson apple, the man spoke slowly, distantly, as if he wasn't interested in the conversation to begin with.
"Merge...that's not your real name is it? How am I suppose to get to know someone if distance is the first thing I feel. I'm Saeki, Yasu Saeki. I thought you should hear my name from me directly.", he turned around and took a good look at his professor. The black top suited him perfectly, revealing the contours of his torso, which was paired with silver jeans and over both passed a long black coat. Looking at his hands, which was easy considering he waved an apple in front of his face, there were white bandages neatly tying up his fists. Around the man's neck there was a string, clearly indicating that he was wearing some kind of a necklace, but it was obscured by the top, being neatly tucked in.

Looking at Rovoski, Yasu spoke up in disagreement.
"This again. How long will it take until she casts me out? I'm betting a week.", giving Merge a quick glance, the man said determined: "You seem stern with an iron will, but a week with me might be above your pay grade."
He wasn't lying, nobody would put up with him. Yasu Saeki might have been arrogant and full of himself, even proclaiming him the true hero of the world, but he wasn't stupid. The young man knew exactly how difficult he could be, claiming that most don't have the same vision for the world. No one he met, except Rovoski, didn't give him a time of day. Three days at most would be enough to want to strangle him and spending a day together was torture. The lack of interest was maddening, coupled with the fact that Yasu had a way of teasing professionals out of their comfort zone. He'd find their triggers quickly enough for them to abandon their futile mission and return to the senile life's they've been leading up to now.

 

[SnakeGoddess]

Merge was unblinking and unwavering in the first conversation with the young man in front of her. Rovoski had warned her of this, the difficult attitude, the disinterested way that he spoke to his superiors. She could see the problem so clearly laid out in front of her. Yasu was going to get himself killed with this kind of mentality. It was inevitable. A hero could not look down on the villains, could not underestimate their strength. They would be willing to kill in an instant, and she hoped that Yasu at least knew that he wasn't allowed to do the same in return.

"Alaina Richards," She spoke, waiting for Yasu to finish speaking before cutting in before Rovoski could respond. She grabbed the mask of her headpiece, yanking it up and revealing her face, the cold, calculating eyes, her small nose, and her lips pressed together slightly in concentration, "My name is Alaina Richards. You want to be a hero, yes? It's why you are here at this school after all. Simply look at it as an internship."

Her nose wrinkled slightly, her eyes narrowed as she took in Yasu's expression and appearance, studying with the same intensity that she did her foes, "An internship with the number one hero is not something that I take lightly. When I say I will help with your education, I will not leave within a week as much as you seem to believe that. You will run through drills, real-life circumstances of fights and rescues. You will see what it takes to be a hero, and how easily you could fall with your current way of thinking."

She pulled her mask back down, dusting off her shoulder and looking towards Rovoski, "Thank you for introducing us. I can take things from here," She said, giving him a slight smile of reassurance before turning her attention back to Yasu, "If you'll follow me. I'll show you where you will be staying while training."

 

[Jessie_Ackerman]

For quite a while he stared, intrigued by this new challenge laid before him. She wants to train him and guide him, to shape the young man into a hero. This seemed to be mandatory after all, Yasu knew that to an extent. He wasn't against trying this out, after all life could get boring pretty quickly without challenges. So once Merge invited him to follow along, he did, finishing the apple and throwing it away. Instead of walking next to her, Yasu decided to walk slightly behind, to get a good measure of what he was dealing with.

The young man knew very little about this woman. At least he'll have living quarters while their training is in process. His luck was never that great, so Yasu didn't get his hopes up for something decent. Scratching his chin, the man spoke timidly, calculating and trying to poke holes where he could.
"I've been living like a bum for some time, broken down apartments, cheap motels. I'm counting that this will be different. This last year I've been treated a tad better. You spoke about training. When will I get the briefing of what I'm actually applying for? Rovoski just tossed me to you for some reason. Am I that much of a problem?", he dug in squinting at the back of her head.

There wasn't much that interested Yasu besides what he had set for himself. No one was a better motivator than him alone. Having someone intrude like this, take him on as a student, it was different. Not an entirely bad feeling, just strange, ambiguous. Yasu was never treated softly, he never liked to linger around and make connections, nobody seemed to be worth it. What was Merge planning? A simple shake down, stern talks, maybe even tricks or some kind of manipulations to get him back on the path they had set in their minds. It could be any of these things and Yasu was itching to figure out her motivations. Was this just another job, he'd find out.

 

[SnakeGoddess]

Merge could feel Yasu staring at her, that feeling of tingles running down her spine to tell her that she wasn't alone. Still, it was easy to mitigate, despite the way her hands and feet felt colder than she had remembered them being. She was lost in her own thought, planning out her ideas for drills, how she could safely take him on missions, and how to get at the core of the young man to learn what he truly wants. Her fingers were beginning to twitch, almost like they were counting out a rhythm as she subconsciously played different scenarios in her head.

His words jerked Merge out of her thoughts, though she did not look back as she spoke, "My training arena has a spare bedroom for quick rests in between missions. It is separate from my own home, so I do not mind taking you there. Although it is not immaculate or anything, it has a bed, the sheets are clean, and you will have access to a kitchen and a bathroom." She nodded slightly to herself before letting out a breath, centering herself and refusing to fall back into her own thoughts, "As for your training, Rovoski saw great potential in your abilities as a hero, both through your power and out of it. However, he is concerned that without proper guidance, you would become arrogant and self-centered." She certainly didn't pull her punches as she spoke, rattling off the blunt truth as they exited the college building.

She hopped down the stairs, a quite odd sight for a person who is usually so stern. It was like she was almost playing hopscotch, just at a much faster and more subtle pace, "Rovoski said that you had ice powers but he did not go in specifics. Do you freeze by touch, or can it be ranged? What about controlling the ice with your mind, such as levitation?" She continued to ask, her eyes searching out the car that she had driven in. It was a normal, run-of-the-mill car. One might say boring, though Merge described it as inconspicuous.

 

[Jessie_Ackerman]

Yasu followed the woman around idly searching for something interesting in the area, but finding everything quite disappointing. The question that Merge asked was at least something intriguing. Answering it wasn't so straight forward, since even the young man didn't know the full extent of what he could do. There were basic training programs he passed, some control exercises and a lot of meditation that he should have done.

"The first thing I've learned was how to freeze things by touch. It was easy to use it until I reached a certain temperature which I couldn't pass. What I specialised at was creating things, or at least it's what I did in my spare time. Rovoski told me to meditate to achieve a sub-zero mode which would lead me to freeze my entire body and still function. Great defence and all that...", Yasu trailed of, seeing that Merge was searching for something, most likely her car.

"I could do mid range, but it proved to be extremely difficult. It was easier to made the ice travel by ground or any other object directly connected to the target. I can still make it leap short distances, but I lack focus. By the way.", he walked past his professor, standing in her way. Outstretching his hand to take hers, Yasu looked up with a different gaze, it was more mild, sedated.
"Could you place your hand in mine for a second?", it was clear he wanted to show her something. Yasu's eyes changed to a bright blue and indeed a sly smirk appeared, it wasn't mocking, more seducing. At this point it was unclear if it originated from his self-centred persona or if he found Merge to be interesting.

 

[SnakeGoddess]

As Merge was listening, she began rattling under her breath, biting a little at her thumb as she walked towards the car, "Training focused on building ranged attacks, maybe even creating walls as defense. Touch seems powerful but risky, but if the sub-zero form could be obtained then maybe... no, first training will be ranged, build up strength before trying to cool his own temperature. Don't want to lose control and get himself harmed..."

She fished through her pocket, muttering more about potential training exercises they could do. Dummies at certain distances, using the ground for ranged walls to block attacks, and her voice kept getting softer and softer until she trailed off, finding herself suddenly intercepted by her new student. The way he looked at her caught her off guard for a second, and she took a small step back, glancing down at the offered hand. Carefully, she removed the glove that covered her right hand, letting her cool skin touch Yasu's with a carefully guarded look.

"Is this something that the younger generation is doing now? Taking strangers' hands?" It almost sounded like she was making a joke, but in her serious tone, it was hard to tell. Yet, she stood stock still, waiting for whatever was going to happen. Her eyes narrowed, studying the change in his eye colors, wondering if that was because he was using his powers. An interesting and subtle tell, but in her head, it made ranged attacks look even more appealing to minimize the information the enemy could get from Yasu. After all, she did the same thing, as she presses her pointer and middle fingers together with the rest bent so she could use her telekinesis.

 

[Jessie_Ackerman]

With a little smile still lingering on his face, Yasu told Merge to relax, there was no threat to be seen.
"Well...your palm is quite tender.", he traced his finger along the edges of palm, following the lines afterwards and finally covering it with his own hand. "Who wouldn't want to hold your hand.", it was a tease in itself, but at this point Yasu saw no reason not to jab at her in a way that wasn't rude, but seductive.

"You might feel your hand grow cold, the most you'll feel is...akin to placing an ice cube in your hand. It'll be the same amount of, well, stimulation.", the young man avoided the word pain, as to not trigger Merge to pull her hand from his. Quickly the temperature of his palms grew low and small threads of freezing vapour could be seen exiting from the crevices in their hands. Merge would feel the same uncomfortable feeling, as if she had the said ice cube in her hands. Yasu squinted and furrowed his eyebrows, concentrating on his work and once he finished, the man looked up at his mentor with a passionate glare.

Opening Merge's palm to the sunlight, revealing a rose shaped ice sculpture. Not wanting her to drop it out of the sheer irritability of having such an icy object on your skin, Yasu took it from her hand and placed it in his.
"See...now it won't melt. The only sad thing, considering my powers, is that everything I build quickly melts away. It's ironic. They only stay the same at the palm of my hand. As everything in life...", dropping the rose on the concrete it shattered in two. "It has a way of changing in a blink of an eye."
Yasu took Merge's hand again letting his temperature return to normal so he could warm her up. Nobody really likes the cold, so the young man needed to improvise.
"See...I can't even warm you up properly. Though...", he lingered on, trying to think of a sentence that wouldn't get him expelled immediately. His devilish smirk would say the rest, as would the twinkle in his eye.
"I might enjoy detention after all.", it was a more subtle nod to what he wanted to say originally. Of course, Yasu left Merge's hand quickly after, as to not cross any line that would be dangerous for his own well-being. He still liked to think with his own head.

 

[SnakeGoddess]

He was... forthcoming, is the word Merge would describe Yasu, her own cheeks tinting just the ever slightest shade of pink, betraying her otherwise stoic face, "I can think of several people who wouldn't want to hold my hand," She said, a very tiny smile flitting across her face for only a moment. It was technically true. She could think of twenty different villains off the top of her head, but she meant it more as a joking way. Again, whether that came across or not is something that she wouldn't know.

Yasu was right. The temperature felt like an ice cube was sitting in her palm, although the cold feeling wasn't as wet as an ice cube, which usually melted against the temperature of her skin. Still, it was uncomfortable, but also pleasant at the same time. It was a rather warm day, and she could feel her body cooling just the slightest bit with the chill. Her hand was a little too cold, but it was nothing compared to previous pains that she had felt before.

"It's beautiful," She stared at the dainty ice rose in her hand for the moment before Yasu took it away, studying the petals and their sculpting before looking back up at him, narrowing her eyes slightly. When the rose fell to the concrete, she sighed, pressing her pointer finger and middle finger together, swirling her hand in a minute movement. The rose twisted from the concrete, the pieces circling around each other for just a moment before pressing together. Lilac light glowed from the seams of the breaks, and when it disappeared, the rose was back to a singular shape.

"What may be fleeting to you will sit in my memories for years to come. Don't think that just because your powers don't last forever that they don't leave their mark on the world. It's up to you to decide what kind of mark you want to leave." The rose settled in her hand, melting, but still beautiful in its own way, "Try to see the world from outside your own perspective. You might be surprised."

With that, she turned towards her car, pressing the unlock button and glancing back, water dripping from her hands as the rose melted into nothing more than a rounded shape, "Come on, we got work we need to be doing." A smile, a real one, lit her face, and she, with piercing eyes, licked the ice.

 

[Jessie_Ackerman]

To say that he was surprised would have been an understatement. Yasu was blown away by the sudden positive reaction from Merge and the reveal of her powers, which she showed off so subtly. He listened to her deciphering the meaning behind those words, for the first time in a while he was genuinely intrigued by a person. Merge's powers were a mystery in itself, but what she did in the end was shocking. The woman smiled back and licked the ice which only made Yasu furrow his thick, perfectly lined eyebrows into a big question mark. The way his mentor reacted was unlike the responses he got before, but without a doubt, he'd keep testing the ground he was about to lay his feet on.

Going for a ride with Merge made him think about other things. It was clear that Yasu was spacing out and venturing into the deeper parts of his conscious. Staring out into the blank road, the people walking around fading and distorting, blurring against the background. His breathing was steady, but his eyes were melancholy. Yasu's hands wouldn't shake even in dangerous situations, although his heart would pound and later, all the supressed emotions would resurface.

The thing about Merge's new student, is that he didn't need to talk to convey emotions. Yasu would remain silent for hours, carefully deducing what he needed to do. Never taking anyone else too seriously was his mistake, he would underestimate his opponents which was a mistake. There was something boiling deep inside of him, a rage that was keeping another emotion at bay, but such fury would lead him into mindless situations where he'd run head against the wall for a futile purpose. Yasu's anger clouded his judgement and it was something he wasn't ready to give up. All of that was painted on his young, but worn out face. Even his mentor was better at hiding all that she's been through, although that was where they differ.

 

[SnakeGoddess]

Merge took off down the road, driving at a steady pace, around the speed limit. Her hands were resting towards the bottom of the wheel, holding it underhanded. The cars in front of her began to pull away, creating some distance between them with their speeding, but she paid it no mind. Her thoughts were elsewhere. With her subconscious keeping them alive and well in the car, she allowed herself to think more carefully about the situation at hand. A spunky young man with amazing power. It wasn't that good of a combo right now. Yasu would definitely be killed easily in this line of work at his current state. It doesn't seem like he practices as much as he should either, with his power being vast and strong. Maybe she could foster that talent into something amazing, but the attitude adjustment is more pressing on her mind.

The drive was only thirty minutes before she was pulling into a parking lot to a brick building, the red of the bricks faded with the sun's blaring heat. Switching off the car, she took a step out, looking over at Yasu with her normal expression back on her face. "This is the training room where you will be staying. It's discreet, so you don't have to worry about anyone bothering you here. Not many people know it is where I come to train," She turned towards the building, walking to the heavy door that guarded the entrance. Unlocking it with a key, she reminded herself that she would have to give him a spare once they get him settled.

Inside was immediately the training room, with a large open space with dummies on tracks and a mat in one corner. On the rightmost corner was a weight lifting station, and some exercise equipment, along with a whiteboard. There were doorways on the left and middle wall, and she pointed to the left door, looking back at Yasu, "That is the bedroom you will be staying in. There are some uniforms for training in there, as well as loungewear such as sweatpants and tank tops. If you wish to get your own clothing from your home, we can do that after our initial test. The other door leads to the kitchen area, as well as a room with a couch and tv. It isn't a lot, but it should suffice until your training is completed."

 

[Jessie_Ackerman]

Yasu was staring at that brick wall with no enthusiasm whatsoever. After the large steel door opened, he felt like it was going to be a dungeon and that all of this was a trick to get rid of him. Entering the spacious room, the young man realized that, indeed, it was a dungeon of a sort. With a chuckle he looked around at the all too familiar training dummies, the many weight lifting equipment and the two doors Merge was going on about. He took a good walk around the place, getting to know it better, before finally speaking up in a, for him, completely unnatural way.

"Well...thanks.", it was a mild, a tad tiresome 'thanks', but at least he said it. This situation was unheard of for him, to actually force himself to pretend for someone.
"Okay. On to business. What's this initial test? Some kind of sparing or are we going to meditate, try out stuff? We can spar and try out stuff...nothing wrong with that right?", his steps were closing in on Merge, until he was ever so close to his mentor.
"Mix it a bit. Should we start here...or there.", he pointed towards his bedroom and couldn't help but smile in an honest way. This was the rarest thing in the world, for him to actually be slightly embarrassed of what he was saying. Yasu kept it vague and easy to manoeuvre around, in case anything went wrong.

Keeping his smile down, forcefully, the young man couldn't stop his strange attraction towards this woman.
"Just don't go too hard on me, I might look tough, but I'm not that experienced.", the innuendo's were being dropped rapidly, though Yasu felt comfortable to a degree, since he wasn't against it. Merge was a physically attractive woman, definitely the best looking professor he's had. For her to personally train him is not the worst thing in the world. There was this mutual tension, something blocking them from speaking normally and in a friendly manner. It wasn't just the fact that they barely knew each other, it was this strange need to tame the other in their own way.

Yasu longed to have some fun in this otherwise boring world for him. If that meant he'd have to cross some lines it was fine by him. The young man had a devilish smile, bright, but mischievous. Clearly he had no regard for shallow respect and realizing they must be within the similar age gap, Yasu took it upon himself to make these trainings more fun.

 

[SnakeGoddess]

To describe what Merge was feeling right now was...all too complicated. Sure, she was used to being flirted with, having decent looks and a famous persona to boot, but usually, it was flared with adoration, like she was some kind of idol. Yasu was...making innuendos like she was almost just a stranger, which is something that is too new for her nowadays. Still, this is a professional setting that she's working with him in, so it didn't matter that it was surprising at all. With a face that could be described as her calling Yasu a dork, she put one finger on his forehead and pushed him back.

"Flirting will get you nowhere in my class," She said, though there was a bit of coyness, "The first initial test is to see your endurance in using your abilities, range of your ability, hand-to-hand combat, ranged and melee weaponry, as well as anything else I can see initial improvement over. First, I want you to aim at one of those dummies and try to hit it from here. Doesn't matter how close you get, I just need to see. Remember, this is a fifty-foot area between us marked by this line here," She put her foot on the line that ran through the middle of the training area in a white paint, almost like a basketball field, "This'll make it easy to measure your skills."

Merge stepped back a few feet, giving him plenty of space to work as she folded her arms across her chest, her tight hero suit folding around her frame in small bunches, "After this, I'll want to see your hand-to-hand combat, so be ready for it."

 

[Jessie_Ackerman]

Yasu chuckled at Merge's remark about flirting, not minding it one bit. Her instruction however gave him something to worry about. To be honest, Yasu didn't know if he could be up to the task. Shooting something from that distance never really worked and he couldn't keep up the icy form, nor launch it that far away. The annoyance was noticeable on his face, he didn't like where this was going, because it would show his faults and weaknesses. With a pout the young man formed one large needle out of ice and outstretched his hand waiting for something.

"You do know I can't hit that? I can barely launch it properly.", with clear irritation he flung it, but the needle flew maybe five meters before falling down and without proper speed.
"See this is stupid. I couldn't do this and I won't be able to it's dumb.", the anger was clearly waiting to be let out. Adding to all of it, like salt on the wound, Yasu said in a severely agitated manner.
"I know judo, a basic kick-boxing, nothing more. You'll wreck me anyways there's nothing to check...here.", creating more ice needles he shot them out the same way. Creating smaller ones helped add two to three meters, but even if they were to hit a target it would do absolutely no damage. There wasn't enough speed.

"See, it's dumb, useless. I'm rethinking this hero thing to be honest. Can we speed this up, or can I sign the papers, because I'm starting to hate having these powers. It's no use, I don't think...", there was something built up in the young man, perhaps disbelief or just the fact that everyone seemed to be doing better even if in his mind they were all worthless.
His voice was considerably raised. "I can't do it! I mean I told the dumbasses back at school, I told them when I was a kid, yet they kept pushing. It'll be alright, it'll be fine. It's never fine! No matter how much I train I can't do anything. There's no real talent...but...", he nodded, calming down.

"Let's get this over with.", the young man concluded looking down, not wanting to even look Merge in the eyes.

 

[SnakeGoddess]

Merge was surprised by the outburst, though looking back on it, it made sense. After all, someone who usually shows staggering confidence either tilted towards the arrogant or insecure personality type. Guess she figured out which one Yasu was. With a tilt to her head, she walked toward where the ice needles were, looking at their melting form with intense focus before she finally looked back at him, noting his lack of eye contact. That was okay. It was okay to be ashamed, but she wouldn't tell him that. No use in kicking him while he was down.

"You have a very strong power, but it seems that everyone took the gifted child idea and saw it as no reason to push you beyond your comfort zone. I'm sorry that the instructors failed you in this way," Merge said, choosing her words carefully as she stood back up and walked back over to Yasu, "Failure is a terrifying thing in the hero world. A mistake, a weakness, it could get someone killed, which is why we try to iron out those mistakes before we even see the field. I see great potential in you, Yasu, and not just because of your power."

With a small pause, she took a step beside him, turning to face the dummies, "I want you to try and make a small needle, like you did before, and spin in before launching it. See if that gets you any farther or stronger," With a flick of her fingers, the training dummy floated closer, hovering over the small puddles of water where the previous needles used to be, "You do not have to worry about failure with me. Failure is a learning tool when I teach, as is improvement. I don't care about a grade, or about my status as a teacher. I only care about shaping a new hero to his full potential. Understand that?"

 

[Jessie_Ackerman]

With an everlasting frown, Yasu looked away, but listened keenly. To his surprise Merge wasn't really moved by it, rather she understood the struggle at the surface level. It was fine for now anyways, even though it didn't motivate him to actually put in the effort. Yasu casually glanced back when his mentor finished and suggested a new technique, which the young man didn't understand at all. Looking at the dummy slowly being pulled towards them, he showed a somewhat tired face.
"I don't understand that.", the student concluded. "It might hit the target now that it's closer, but it won't do any significant damage, the needle won't be facing the right direction and it'll shatter.", with that said, Yasu did listen and do what he was told.

Extremely demotivated and annoyed by himself mostly, the young man conjured up the ice needle again, spinning it and throwing towards the dummy with the flick of his fingers. This time it did hit the target, bouncing off and shattering upon hitting the ground. It showed two things, his ice wasn't strong, there wasn't any emotion driving anything, along with no actual focus, there wasn't any hope to begin with. Puckering his lips, the man turned towards Merge with a subtle chuckle.
"Those are some nice words. You're definitely experienced in this, better than most that's for sure. That will not help me.", he concluded harshly.
"Also, to answer your question, I do understand. Merge, if I may ask politely...yeah shocking...why are you wasting your time. Go out there and help someone else, there are a bunch of people like me who are willing to go through this horse s@#t. I can't do it. I'm not just saying that. The only reason I came here is to prove a point to Rovoski. Whatever he told you...", Yasu ended it there seeing it as a completely hopeless situation.

Outstretching his hands to continue to make his point, out of pure agitation towards being trained and shown to be weak, the young man shot out a few more needles of various sizes and they all hit their mark, since the target was much closer. None of them made any significant damage, to which Yasu chuckled pathetically and walked over to the one he was shooting all this time. Looking back at it, he wanted to do get his revenge, but nothing further would matter. The sheer silence was maddening. After a while, Yasu finally spoke up with an unburdened voice.
"I won't fight you professor. There is nothing to show. You can get the release papers, I quit.", taking out a cigarette, the young man light it up, took a deep inhale and went for the door.