" Well, you're the businessman, you figure that part out I've taught you all how to manipulate your abilities to their fullest, and I appreciate your money and tech, But how about you sort the rest of it out. I need a break from all this crap. Enjoy your party Mr. Avenger!"
Every word Avillio spoken reached Mikoto's ears, and yet Avillio condescending attitude wouldn't have received anything from the "businessman." Not a single word would waste on Avillio, who was mostly self-centered and egotistical—claiming that he taught them everything and their abilities. That statement was false within itself. Unlike the weak elephant in the room, Mikoto was trained by his guardian at a young age. There was nothing Avillio could have taught Mikoto what he didn't know about his powers. However, if Avillio taught Mikoto anything, it would be that there is more to him than he let on when he approached him of creating this crusade under his support.
Mikoto wasn't going to allow this individual to bully him into doing all the work when THIS is his faction. And so it shall be left at that, in silence.
Just as he reached the elevator door, the right arm had come to about chest high while the left hand began to meet with it. He was cupping the watch worn on the wrist of the right with just two fingers to press a single button.
BEEP
Pressing the button activated a signal on the outside of this establishment, leaving Avillio to his own devices shortly after Tsukune joined up with Mikoto once the doors of the elevator mechanically pry itself open. Both would have entered into the lift where Mikoto had no intentions to speak, instead chose to stay mute. There was nothing he had to say towards Tsukune. Unfortunately, Tsukune didn't have that mindset at all coming in. Something led him to believe this was the perfect opportunity to speak on a matter that he didn't understand. Tsukune has yet even to realize himself were on the outside looking in. He has wasted 40 years of his life living a life as some chef without also knowing to hone his ability as a fullbringer.
Mikoto had searched Tsukune information up, and the same goes for Avillio a while back. Still having them very same records instill within his mind as if there was a file right in his hand.
Quote:
Character Name:
Tsukune Furaiyori
Age:
42
Birthday:
November 27
Gender:
Male
Height:
5'9’
Weight:
N/a
Blood Type:
A
Record" A car wreck that happened on the day Tsukune was supposed to be born, and the death of his Father was unknown because not a single body was found at the scene of the crash. His mother died on the deathbed during childbirth, neither names of either parent were released to the public, a tragic story but no different than any other fullbringer that suffered.
Accomplisments
Greatest Chef in Japan- Since the age of four, he was into cooking, participating in talent shows, and cooking contests. Owning his very own restaurant.
A spotless record for a boy who lost his parents before full birth and living a good life, having a career, and yet so weak with his powers it's quite sad. How could one go through life without even honing these powers? How could this older man be so oblivious to his surroundings? When so much is happening with hollows attacking their cities. While hollows, they been going after soul after soul, human after human. Feasting on whatever they set their eyes on, and now this 42-year-old man finally decides he wants to fight and protect? Sulling his good clean record as a chef to be a hero and fight the good fight like himself and supposedly Avillio? Mikoto view Tsukune as a joke and someone who isn't worth training at this point.
"Mikoto, I think Avillo and you both still have the mindset you don't need anyone else but yourselves in your lives and… you clash with one another as a result. I'm not saying this to upset you, and it just appears this way. Take a restaurant, for example, or at least the only example I can give." he pauses in mid-sentence and then continued,
"I might be the head chef, but my success would go nowhere if it weren't for the people beneath me as well, right down to the waiters that serve the food.. Teamwork makes the dream work.
A long-winded conversation from Tsukune and yet Mikoto was unbothered at everything he said. It was nothing but silly words he spewed to sound-wise and cute. Little did he know Mikoto may come on as a solo act, but he has people, he has support, and there was no one else that he needs. It is because of those people
"The Masked Avenger" exists, and it is that every tragedy that the Masked Avenger surface, became his new identity.
In contrast, Mikoto Kimura became the alter ego, a mask. This the reason as to why Tsukune could never understand and will never understand. Only speak what he thinks he knows.
"You know nothing. And I don't need any of you."
Mikoto responded, it was brief, yet cold and calm in his tone.
"For this to work, we must all set aside our pride, come to an ultimatum and work together to ensure peace in the city, or else we'll all be eaten by those hollow things. Right?""
Mikoto stared at the cold steel of the elevator door the whole time, trying to tune out the sound of Tsukune voice. He only then pushed it with his last statement. Now he triggered something he shouldn't have.
"You talk of teamwork. Yet, it was me protecting this city for the last 18 years fighting hollows. While you were off galavanting, shaking hands, winning contests, becoming some famous chef. So there is a team here, it's only you and Avillio. I'm just the guardian angel keeping yall on a leash to make sure neither of you stand in my way. Nevertheless, you probably better off living your normal life than trying to be something you can never be. You think you know me, and you don't."
Mikoto responded to Tsukune in an agitated tone, by the time he finished his last words. The door had open with the sound of the
ding rang within the confines of the lift to let them know they have reached the top. Upon the doors opening was the now the warehouse before them both, which led to Mikoto exiting first. Once Tsukune exits the elevator, that is when Mikoto would turn around to face him in his direction.
"You want to know the difference between us? A dreamer and a visionary, like me?"
Mikoto paused.....
"You. A dreamer. And anyone like you that ever left a mark on this world had a dream. Whether they created a business, governed a country, or created a movement, it all started in their mind and heart as a dream. In the beginning, that dream might have been laced with fantasies of fame or riches or power. They may have pictured successes or accolades or respect. Of course, it doesn't stop there: dreaming is a place to start, but not one to prematurely end. Bringing a dream into the real world involves facing down challenges and problems, obstacles, and outright resistance. Have you face down your challenges, Tsukune? Have you ever had obstacles in your way that you had to face?"[color]
Mikoto would give Tsukune time to think about his answer. For Mikoto, he had challenges, obstacles, facing the very darkness he still fights to this day.
Every opportunity.
Every obstacles.
He fought head-on, allowing that hatred to fuel his motivation to fight and protect. To make sure that no one ever has to deal with the suffering he had. He has been scarred for life, where he came down to look upon the bodies of two loving parents, killed in cold blood. Having your entire world comes crashing down in an instant with a snap of a finger and having to live life as someone else, hiding behind a curtain to mask his true self. Because people around him wouldn't understand the pain and hatred that festered in him at such a young age—forced to grow up and to be a fighter for justice. Tsukune wouldn't know what it's like waking up in the dead of night, every night drenched in a cold sweat—reliving the darkest moment of Mikoto's life over and over. And even when he had that moment of weakness to live an experience, got married and had a child. His wife died before he could also save her from his parents' fate. Three people were lost in his lifetime, though deep down, Mikoto may not see it and speak of talking about justice. Even he is blind by his perception of truth and justice. He doesn't fight to protect people; he fights out of pure hatred towards hollows.
Mikoto would pick back up on his words towards Tsukune.
"So the difference between you and me is that people like you who dream are unlikely to do anything of value or to make any meaningful impact. Whereas I make things happen here in the real world, where I make a difference, so you can go back to your restaurant and dream that we are a team and that we will work together. I can assure you, when you do lose the people you care for, and you will. Then and only then will you understand."
Mikoto's final words for Tsukune before exiting the warehouse, leaving Tsukune in his thoughts to answer for himself mentally or verbally. In which, Mikoto has a feeling Tsukune would voice his response quickly, only to be shut out and left behind like Avillio. That is when Mikoto would find that his driver, Asterion, pulled up at his location, right at the curb, and Mikoto would enter the vehicle quickly.
"Take me to see her." was all Mikoto said to Asterion.
"Right away, Master Kimura." he responded while pulling away from the establishment while he would have taken Mikoto to the next destination as requested.
After Mikoto left Avillio, Avillio decided to have a conversation with the A.I. created by Mikoto, E.M.I.K.O. whereas he asked it a question.
"Alright, Emiko, Whats up. How do we connect Fullbringers without blending into modern society? How do we protect these people from all this crazy shit?"
The question itself came off as sarcastic, but it seems that he wanted an answer at the same time. Unfortunately, whatever response Avillio was looking to get, would prove to be rather tricky. E.M.I.K.O. is yet a fully operational artificial intelligence, so its answers would be limited.
"I'm sorry, but my responses are limited, you must ask the right questions."
The A.I. has spoken in a digital tone, but it was clear enough for Avillio to understand while its neuro-matrix was still on screen, as every time it spoke, the patterns of the symmetric would react by waving up and down.
