chance
Apr 11, 2013 3:46:48 GMT -8
Post by DEVIL— on Apr 11, 2013 3:46:48 GMT -8
While the newcomer's introduction didn't necessarily startled Yuuchiro, he didn't welcome it entirely, either. The man's face was foreign, as was his voice, and the one thing both of his parents stressed -- even in the safety of their own nation, let alone their village -- was to be mindful of strangers. Sadly, there was little a boy, even one as subconsciously capable and talented as the blond child before the newcomer, could do in such an exhausted state. Still very young and in the midst of defining his body, his little stunt with the bullies left him well beyond winded.
At first, he offered him only a labored gaze from weary eyes. His attention quickly shuffled back to the girl at the bridge of his fingertips, slowly coming too from her injured stupor. She moved with an injured animal's pace, slowly climbing to her feet with Yuuchiro's assistance.
Unsure of whether or not they still faced danger, he silently mouthed for her to leave.
She did.
His father's pride blossomed in him then, and even though it hurt, he stood tall. He wiped away a layer of blood and grime from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, keeping his eyes trained on the man before him. "I'm fine," he lied, hoping his bluff would thwart any attempt on him. Even though he'd only suffered a few punches, durability and resilience wasn't something he'd developed yet. No, Yuuchiro was still very much a frail boy, though the groaning children at their feet, nuzzling into the grass and dirt, would have vehemently protested such a claim.
Still, despite the aura permeating from the older gentleman, Yuuchiro didn't step back in retreat.
You look them in the eyes, he remembered hearing his father say.
You look them in the eyes and you don't look away.
"Who are you?" he said with a heavy breath, struggling to keep his balance.