"Where are we going?" you finally ask, after walking for two or three hours.
Yoshimitsu doesn't reply. He keeps leading the way ahead, so you nervously follow him. What was this "destined battle" shit he was talking about? A final battle? Who would it be with?
"Let's me play a game!" he suggests instead.
"A game?"
"It would help pass time."
"Okay…" you sigh, thinking of free-hand games. Your family and you played games in cars during road trips. There was called "Dishy", where every time you see a satellite dish, you had to shout "Dishy!" before anyone else could. There was another one where each person claimed a colour. You always chose red. And every time you saw a red car drive by, you got a point.
Judging by the way the outdoors appeared, you decide nether of those games would cut it.
In elementary school, there were many clapping games. You know, when you clap in a pattern and sing a song at the same time. Once you catch a glimpse of his metal gloves, you quickly figure that isn't such a good idea.
"Hey, I got it!" you cry. "We can play I-Spy."
"What's that?"
"It's simple. You pick, in you mind, something the other person has to guess. Say you choose the sky. Then you'd have to say, 'I spy with my little eyes, something that is blue.' Then I name everything I see that's blue until I guess the sky. Get it?"
"I spy," he says, "with my little eyes, something that is…green."
You sigh when you notice there's only thing that is green.
"The grass?" you guess dully.
"Hey, you're good."
You roll your eyes. "I spy with my little eyes, something that is…" you smile at the sight of his clothing. "…purple."
Not too creative, but hey, it works.
"The sun?"
"The sun?" you repeat.
You gaze up at it curiously. The sun, as usual, is yellow.
"I said purple."
"Isn't the sun purple?"
You half-laugh, half-sigh. "No. It's yellow. I meant your clothes."
Yoshimitsu replies with a confused look.
"Your turn," you tell him, lightening the mood.
"I spy with my little eyes, something that is…orange."
Orange? you think, looking around. There isn't as orange thing in sight.
"I give up." you admit.
"The rocks!" you points at the grey rocks.
Your turn to give the confused glance. Maybe this guy can't see colours the same as you do. Maybe changing the subject would be best.
"Tell me about my Destined Battle."
"You have a choice," the joker-like figure tells you. "You can rather go to the fountain, or the mansion. Each arena holds a different person, both deserving the role of your Destined Battle. However, you choose which place would be more worthy or your timing?"
Here's one big decision in the story--the fountain or the mansion? For the fountain, head to chapter 26 and go all out. For the mansion, 27 is where I let you dance