[ In all honesty, Yuna isn't entirely sure what she's doing here. Never mind that this has become her home, and she's made connections that she wouldn't trade for anything in the world, but she isn't quite certain what her place in the midst of this tournament that's about to begin is. Perhaps it's one part curiosity and one part obligation, with one slightly edging out the other.
It's always been a dance of push and pull with her: sometimes she pays more attention to that spark of curiosity in herself, while other times, her sense of duty and obligation speaks louder. She can't very well ignore her responsibilities, of course, and she would never be so selfish as to do so. All she can think of in those moments when she wars with the two parts of herself is the countless nameless faces who rely on people like her to bring balance back to the world.
Even if her actions don't necessarily impact the entire world, for the people who live here, this is their entire world, so it comes down to the same thing, really.
In any case, the tournament hasn't quite begun yet, but already, duelists from all walks of life are gathering, and as Yuna walks down the sidewalk, she makes note of the various faces as she passes them. Perhaps the next champion is somewhere in the crowd, and they don't even know it yet.
As she's making her way along, she passes yet another stand selling shaved ice, a summer treat, and she decides that she can afford to treat herself a little. After exchanging money and a few words with the person behind the counter, she resumes her progress.
She's so absorbed in noting the faces of the people that she passes that she doesn't even notice the young man walking towards her. The inevitable collision happens as expected, and Yuna lets out a surprised gasp as she bumps into him and the cool treat in her hand drops to the ground. Of course, that's not what concerns her; what does concern her is the person she just walked into. ]
Oh no, I'm sorry- I wasn't paying attention either. [ She steps a little closer, moving around the spilled treat (which she'll clean up in a moment, because leaving it there doesn't seem right), as if wanting to make sure that he's all right. ]
Are you here for the tournament? [ He seems familiar somehow, but she can't quite place where she's seen him before. It hasn't registered with her yet that she's looking at the reigning Duel King. ]
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It's always been a dance of push and pull with her: sometimes she pays more attention to that spark of curiosity in herself, while other times, her sense of duty and obligation speaks louder. She can't very well ignore her responsibilities, of course, and she would never be so selfish as to do so. All she can think of in those moments when she wars with the two parts of herself is the countless nameless faces who rely on people like her to bring balance back to the world.
Even if her actions don't necessarily impact the entire world, for the people who live here, this is their entire world, so it comes down to the same thing, really.
In any case, the tournament hasn't quite begun yet, but already, duelists from all walks of life are gathering, and as Yuna walks down the sidewalk, she makes note of the various faces as she passes them. Perhaps the next champion is somewhere in the crowd, and they don't even know it yet.
As she's making her way along, she passes yet another stand selling shaved ice, a summer treat, and she decides that she can afford to treat herself a little. After exchanging money and a few words with the person behind the counter, she resumes her progress.
She's so absorbed in noting the faces of the people that she passes that she doesn't even notice the young man walking towards her. The inevitable collision happens as expected, and Yuna lets out a surprised gasp as she bumps into him and the cool treat in her hand drops to the ground. Of course, that's not what concerns her; what does concern her is the person she just walked into. ]
Oh no, I'm sorry- I wasn't paying attention either. [ She steps a little closer, moving around the spilled treat (which she'll clean up in a moment, because leaving it there doesn't seem right), as if wanting to make sure that he's all right. ]
Are you here for the tournament? [ He seems familiar somehow, but she can't quite place where she's seen him before. It hasn't registered with her yet that she's looking at the reigning Duel King. ]