The man at first was very confused when she said it was 'very quiet' up there. Didn't she ever think? That led him to wonder what exactly she meant but then again maybe she was just trying to be funny and all, so he decided to just let it pass for once with a chuckle but admittedly as he walked away, despite all the pain. He felt kind of happy.

It did make him a little happy that she complimented him. A little more than happy, he was very satisfied with the fact that anyone even did cherish him a little on this. He didn't really get compliments all that much, really. But the fact that somebody did for something he actually enjoyed; was quite good.

"Yeah, I want to do this with you again. Let's meet again soon!"

A little shyly he said before he proceeded to get off the match ring. Then again, he didn't really feel all that well, but even worse is that people began to get off and about in his ears; there was a lot of noise, suddenly. What happened? Did the next competitors begin fighting yet? He looked at the light, but admittedly even the very 'light' ahead, was kind of blinding to him right now.

Was this a postum-effect of his first battle? It was kind of weird, honestly. He didn't expect something like this, but he decided to just sit it out and act like nothing happened. But somebody passed; Ayami did. The girl of the sweets shop. He blinked at her and smiled with a wave.

"She's gonna fight? I didn't think she did stuff like this. Hopefully Bluu doesn't break her cool glasses..."

The man sat. Yet his sight could not help but stare, fixated at his very hands. Why did this have to hurt so much? It wasn't just a matter of his injuries right? He didn't remember getting stabbed in the eye or something. So it didn't make much sense for him to hurt there at all, if that made any sense. But again he began to just shut that very cross-shaped eye and let himself just take it easy for the moment. His eyes would soon begin to shift from his hands to outside the tunnel.

So there was also that girl? He didn't know she was a fighter. But he could believe that. If Han could be mistaken as a martial artist, then he didn't see why he could discard anyone to be one of those. However, though, this also led him to wonder: why didn't I notice her earlier?

That was a legitimate question. As he didn't exactly see her hooded self and all.

But by now the man was at least kind of interested in seeing what Bluu would be able to be doing. After all she was already battered up a little from their battle, albeit she probably wouldn't suffer as much of a drawback due to her body.

However, as he stared at the battle, suddenly his sight became completely white.

"Pull yourself together, you Mary Sue."

Was he falling unconscious? No, it was... paper? A sheet of paper with a weird symbol on the other side, he couldn't exactly tell it apart at first due to his eyesore. But it looked like a bunny printed on a small sheet? He blinked quietly, with no exact reaction until he looked around himself and spotted a tall, dark woman staring at him.

She was looking outright smug. With no second thoughts even she smirked at him like he was some kind of prey, honestly at a first, he felt in danger as he didn't really have that much energy left to oppose much, nevertheless a woman that looked as built as her. Her name was Tokki.

"D-do I need an adult?..."

"I am an adult."

And so, this was how Han would lose his innocence. Right after he thought he found his new favorite hobby of the moment; battling. And yet it would seem his days of innocent battle had now already come to an end. Then again seeing who would have taken the honor, he didn't exactly mind all that much.

And yet Han decided not to make this any more bitter than what it needed to be and therefore knew he was going to offer mind and body, his very head leaning forward in a bow.

"I guess, thanks for the—"

And that was where he was cut off by one packed punch straight out bonking his head, causing him to immediately draw his skull down, his hands soon pulling themselves to hold the injured spot, crying quietly to himself.

"What the fuck's wrong with you?!"

The woman felt pretty much satisfied with seeing the boy's shocked and angry reaction, smiling tenderly so at his weeping before she motioned with her head to direct his attention towards the two participants.

"Watch, Han. And you might learn something."

Han blinked and decided to quietly follow the instructions; did she even know him? For some reason, she did feel kind of familiar, in a very 'family' sense. But it didn't really smell like anything close to him, so he was kind of confused at the moment. But decided to quietly follow her instructions, for now.

The very matter of whether she could even be his sister really made him kind of snap a nerve in his forehead, and somewhat pissed him off really. As he stared off at her idly, he didn't exude much of a reaction yet due to his soreness but had she been a little more direct with her comment she could have earned her right to a very personal ass-whooping right here and there.

But she decided that it was best not to further comment down on it and kept her silence, instead, while Han slowly began to climb his way up. The very soreness from the fight began to dissipate, perhaps fueled by his irritation or something else, but he did indeed stand up finally.

He looked down at her and blinked.

"You look nothing like my sister. If my sister looked like you, instead of my adopted sister I'd have asked her to be my wife."

Han said, his anger basically gone already to give place to his silly, double-minded lines with a slight smile.

"That and she's gone. Dead, big time."

The blue-haired boy expressed in a quick manner, with no further wish to stop any longer on those lines. That was how he treated his loss, quick and easy.

He knew it would have been different had he decided to dwell upon the very death of his sister, but instead he wanted to move on. The young man soon enough shrugged and began to walk away, but Tokki wasn't concerned. Like a lionness she stood up and right, with her hip tilting to one side, while her hand laid upon the very other side of the hip.

"You should let people finish when they talk, you little shit. But maybe you're not in the mood to talk."

Tokki was the one that bursted ahead, she was surprisingly quick and had a lengthy range with each step— those legs were big time, indeed. With one hand, she flickered two fingers in a byebye, basically giving Han the shoulder.

"Come find me when you're ready. I gave ya' what you need to do that."

Han was confused. She did? Could she perhaps mean... the weird paper thing? His attention shifted once more from these matters to the fight before him, at the match, between the two. Ayami was surprisingly strong; he didn't really expect her to be into fighting.

Then again he didn't even know one thing about her. But, well, as tired as he was, it was hard for him to really comfortably stay there. For once he decided to also walk out of the tunnel, knowing he'd find the fight being livestreamed somewhere on the internet. Or maybe he'd just watch the replay home. But right now all he wanted was either his couch or his comfy bed.

And some superalcoholic drink, that'd be great too.

Han leaves the thread!