“What’s left…?” That tidbit of information elicited some surprise from the composed ninja. He hadn’t been told that the country was left in ruins, back at the facility. “Your country was… destroyed?”
While those other two individuals had been much forthcoming, Gaara wasn’t about to reveal the same facts. He was also condemned to die, once he returned to his world. How… ironic, that they should all meet in this manner, as though trapped within the same purgatory. Speaking to Shun in a casual format, he couldn’t tell what was secretly dwelling behind that polite smile. Only time would reveal his true nature.
A faint smirk creased his lips at hearing Shun’s response. Most people didn’t want to be a part of the opposition, of course. Unless they were originally the villainous type. Because if it turned out that he had to fight Shun in the future, in that capacity… Well, it would certainly be foolish to develop any attachment to him, at present. “I should hope so.”
The reassurance with regards to his White Mage Job Class, reminded him of Luke. While Gaara truly appreciated medical shinobi and other healers, his skill level was nowhere near theirs. He was simply trying to be useful to others. With a modest shake of his head, he replied in an even tone, “I am not the only White Mage in this city. There are others capable of healing, as well.”
If Gaara knew that Shun didn’t know how to fight without the use of his original powers, he would offer to train him. His physical skill level was far below Luke’s, and it frustrated him at times, being unable to compare. Not that he resented Luke for his strength. He had earned every bit of those attributes, through diligent training and fortitude. The ninja just despised being useless; it would surely cost them the advantageous edge in a fight, one day.
“At your discretion, Shun. I often train during leisure time, whenever I am not needed at the hospital.” Never mind the fact that he had been spending much more time there, as of late… It got to the point where he didn’t see Luke as often as he used to, before they both became employed.
“What items do you require, in order to craft weapons and armor?” He needed to know, because he had long since wanted to upgrade his equipment. He wouldn’t be able to equip armor in this particular class, but his weapon could certainly stand to seek improvement.
After a few minutes of spinning, Karura started slowing down. She was getting dizzy! But she kept holding onto Michiko’s paws; she was having fun with her new friend, and didn’t want it to end just yet. Since Gaara didn’t like to have fun, she usually had to find her own source of entertainment. “Your Hero seems nice, kupo! Do you like him? He has a pretty smile, kupo!”
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While those other two individuals had been much forthcoming, Gaara wasn’t about to reveal the same facts. He was also condemned to die, once he returned to his world. How… ironic, that they should all meet in this manner, as though trapped within the same purgatory. Speaking to Shun in a casual format, he couldn’t tell what was secretly dwelling behind that polite smile. Only time would reveal his true nature.
A faint smirk creased his lips at hearing Shun’s response. Most people didn’t want to be a part of the opposition, of course. Unless they were originally the villainous type. Because if it turned out that he had to fight Shun in the future, in that capacity… Well, it would certainly be foolish to develop any attachment to him, at present. “I should hope so.”
The reassurance with regards to his White Mage Job Class, reminded him of Luke. While Gaara truly appreciated medical shinobi and other healers, his skill level was nowhere near theirs. He was simply trying to be useful to others. With a modest shake of his head, he replied in an even tone, “I am not the only White Mage in this city. There are others capable of healing, as well.”
If Gaara knew that Shun didn’t know how to fight without the use of his original powers, he would offer to train him. His physical skill level was far below Luke’s, and it frustrated him at times, being unable to compare. Not that he resented Luke for his strength. He had earned every bit of those attributes, through diligent training and fortitude. The ninja just despised being useless; it would surely cost them the advantageous edge in a fight, one day.
“At your discretion, Shun. I often train during leisure time, whenever I am not needed at the hospital.” Never mind the fact that he had been spending much more time there, as of late… It got to the point where he didn’t see Luke as often as he used to, before they both became employed.
“What items do you require, in order to craft weapons and armor?” He needed to know, because he had long since wanted to upgrade his equipment. He wouldn’t be able to equip armor in this particular class, but his weapon could certainly stand to seek improvement.
After a few minutes of spinning, Karura started slowing down. She was getting dizzy! But she kept holding onto Michiko’s paws; she was having fun with her new friend, and didn’t want it to end just yet. Since Gaara didn’t like to have fun, she usually had to find her own source of entertainment. “Your Hero seems nice, kupo! Do you like him? He has a pretty smile, kupo!”