With the Hive beginning to feel familiar, the exhaustion in Yuumaâs body was starting to catch up with him. Heâd been here and there, non-stop exploring the city with confusion and marvel, yet to settle down enough to find his residence⊠or food, judging by his grumbling stomach. Returning to the streets of Sector One with no real purpose, his lips pursed slightly as he studied the buildings he wandered by. Heâd already explored this Sector - so why did the buildings seem so out of place? Some unrecognizable, some just in the wrong location, it was almost as if things had moved around on their own!
"I thought I was getting used to thingsâŠ!" he grumbled in complaint to himself, stopping mid-way in the sidewalk and lifting his hands to hold his head. Tired. Hungry. And now maybe seeing things. It didnât exactly quite help when, as he fussed about, he swore his ears picked up almost musical demands for information from an all too familiar voice. Half-lidded eyes expected to see nothing at all, as he turned in the direction of that noiseâŠ. and stopped. Staring down the shorter figureâs back (great, now he was hearing things and seeing things), he rubbed his eyes twice to make sure he really wasnât dreaming. But, as crazy as it was, that youthful-looking individual didnât disappear when he blinked, leaving Yuuma gawking. The last time he had seen that person - after the confrontation with Faker, that had beenâŠ
"⊠No wayâŠ!" Yuuma suddenly stumbled forward; disregarding whether he was cutting into another conversation or not, words were blurted out with tactless forwardness to confirm that personâs identity, as he skidded to an awkward stop at the side of the child-like man. "Tron⊠itâs really you!!"
There was a moment of awkward silence where Yuuma simply stared; wide eyes fixated on the silver mask he donned - as if that were the last piece to affirm this was, indeed, the same Tron heâd faced in the WDC. Yet, despite everything he and his friends had gone through at Tronâs hands, there seemed to be no animosity within Yuuma. His naively good-hearted spirit was incapable of such; everything was wiped clean by what he had glimpsed at the conclusion of that tournament. And plus, any familiar faces were a welcome sight right now, even if it was hard to believe what he was seeing.
"This city is huge, but I never thought⊠Wait, this still doesnât make any sense at all!!" Abruptly, the boy reverted to his previous state - holding his head and doubling over while stressing exaggeratedly. âWhat are you doing here? Why am I seeing you again here of all places?!â His childish whines sought answers. Hungry. Tired. And now an awkward reunion with the child-like individual who was actually as old as his dad. A bit much for his poor brain, he suddenly shot back up, as if remembering something; Tronâs family⊠they possessed those crests, didnât they? Heâd seen them a ton of times⊠That couldnât meanâŠ! "⊠Wait, you didnât come here yourself, did you?!" It was a long shot, but, if lucky, and it meant a way outâŠ!