As much as Hop is playing leader here, he shares Yamato’s sentiment. He’d rather not fight anything - Pokemon battles are entirely different than duking it out with nearly indestructible monsters - but he can’t just ignore the possibility that he might have to just because he doesn’t want to. He’s not really sure where to go or what to do, either; there’s a vague idea, but Hop doesn’t have an exact plan. How did Lee always make leadin’ look so easy…?
Hop nods in acknowledgement, eyes never looking away from their front. “Armed, huh? Like, with a gun?” Hop has a gun, though it’s a harmless one; it might come in handy later if either of them get hurt. “Even if it’s slow movin’, still would be good to know what we’re up against.” Maybe Mr. Yamato isn’t specifying on purpose, and maybe he’s not; but Hop decides to act like the leader he currently is and explain first.
“As fer me,” he starts, holding up a finger, “there’s another me who came from a portrait, unarmed thankfully. Ya don’t need to be worried ‘bout mixin’ us up, either; he’s wearin’ a tournament uniform - mostly in white. An’ then,” he raises a second finger, “there’s a… a statue of my big bro. Unarmed too, but…” He lowers his hand and crosses his arms. “He’s real tall and strong; a fast runner, too. He’s the one we should really be worryin’ about.”
Of course, it’s not like those are the only ones after him; the entire gallery seems to be after anyone within sight. “… I dunno how ‘m gonna deal with Lee’s statue right now, but we’re headed to get my frame. Pick up some stuff along the way too, like some paint thinner, maybe a chisel…” It’s more of a mutter to himself, but he speaks up again, this time directed at the other.
“Your turn, Mr. Yamato. What’s the slow thing?”
There’s a part of Yamato that feels guilty for not taking the lead here. Back home, he’s IDOLiSH7′s leader, after all, and there’s a part of him that definitely feels he’s gotta help protect this kid, even if he’s obviously going to do fine on his own. But he’s so out of his element, all he can do is follow and hope for the best.
He just hopes that when it comes down to it, he can be the adult in the situation and act accordingly.
“A statue and a painting, huh...” The statue does seem pretty worrisome. Yamato doesn’t really want to take a punch from a thing made of solid rock.
When Hop turns the question to him, Yamato hesitates, and then curses himself for doing so. He’s trying to be more open, he really is, and he knows that it this world there’s no scandals following him, no mass media that could want to find some scoop on his private life. And the kid did just explain his own situation, he owes it to him to go into a bit more detail.
“...It’s a portrait of my father. He’s armed with a katana, dressed straight out of some samurai film.” Yamato sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “The old man’s mostly just stalking after me. I never let him get close enough, but who knows what’ll happen if we end up corned by him. Hiding doesn’t work either. It’s like he knows where I am.”
“Along with the statue of your brother, he’s probably he other one we need to be on the lookout for.”