Post by Hikaru on Feb 16, 2019 8:15:37 GMT
Base Power Level: 2,498
Weighted Power Level: 624
Fighting had literally be her whole life as well. That was why she didn’t fight for anything. Because the fight was all there had been. Hikaru had fought because… well what else was there?
Just as Sora was disconcerted by her. So she was of him. She had seen such passion in others. But it was still completely foreign and alien to her. Hikaru had never felt so passionately about anything like that before. The fire that blazed in Sora was something she couldn’t understand. Frankly, it seemed kind of exhausting to her…
When Sora began to explain his plan Hikaru cocked her head thoughtfully. That seemed to be her trademark response to things. She considered it. Hikaru did need to train her body again. Especially to see how recovered she was from such extensive damage. A spar could only go so far.
The human looked down at her scarred hands. A lifetime of knicks, cuts, ki burns, and and broken bones. It was only recently that Hikaru had been horrified at what these hands had done. She had never thought about the atrocities they had committed before.
What did she want to do with these hands now?
What did it mean to “fight for innocent people”? What did it mean for the Dark Clan to be “evil”? Which philosophical and esoteric thoughts had never occurred to her before. It had been so far away from her life of just… survival.
Strangely… she realized she wanted to find out. She wanted to find what it meant to fight for something. To fight for “good”. To have that passion Sora felt. And seeing what he fought for first hand was a good a start as any…
Hikaru clenched her fists, and then looked up at Sora. The first glint of determination in her red eyes shined when she met his.
“Okay.”
Word Count: 312
Total Word Count: 1,930
Weighted Power Level: 624
Fighting had literally be her whole life as well. That was why she didn’t fight for anything. Because the fight was all there had been. Hikaru had fought because… well what else was there?
Just as Sora was disconcerted by her. So she was of him. She had seen such passion in others. But it was still completely foreign and alien to her. Hikaru had never felt so passionately about anything like that before. The fire that blazed in Sora was something she couldn’t understand. Frankly, it seemed kind of exhausting to her…
When Sora began to explain his plan Hikaru cocked her head thoughtfully. That seemed to be her trademark response to things. She considered it. Hikaru did need to train her body again. Especially to see how recovered she was from such extensive damage. A spar could only go so far.
The human looked down at her scarred hands. A lifetime of knicks, cuts, ki burns, and and broken bones. It was only recently that Hikaru had been horrified at what these hands had done. She had never thought about the atrocities they had committed before.
What did she want to do with these hands now?
What did it mean to “fight for innocent people”? What did it mean for the Dark Clan to be “evil”? Which philosophical and esoteric thoughts had never occurred to her before. It had been so far away from her life of just… survival.
Strangely… she realized she wanted to find out. She wanted to find what it meant to fight for something. To fight for “good”. To have that passion Sora felt. And seeing what he fought for first hand was a good a start as any…
Hikaru clenched her fists, and then looked up at Sora. The first glint of determination in her red eyes shined when she met his.
“Okay.”
Word Count: 312
Total Word Count: 1,930
