Young Kumatora sat on the Osohe Castle floor with the Magypsy of Osohe. "Hey. Will I ever get to go to the Village?" The Magypsy giggled at the child. "No, Kumi. You are only 8. They may not be ready for us yet."
She got up and rolled her eyes. She went out to the balcony. "Boom!" She vocalized as she kicked a stuffed animal away. She heard faint laughter.
She saw a boy no older than 11. "Hmm.." She stepped onto the balcony and climbed along the border to get a closer look. She jumped when the boy saw her and yelled. "Hey! Who're you?" She slipped and screamed.
"Ah!" The boy ran forward to catch her. Thankfully, he succeeds. "Are you okay?" Kumatora shot out of his grasp and delivered a swift kick to the boy's ankle. The boy shrieked in pain. She didn't think her kicks were that powerful. Well, Osha (Her nickname for the magypsy) was very durable. But that fact changed when the child nursed his ankle, which seemed disfigured now. "Oh my dragon! I am sooo sorry!" She dragged out the so to show emphasis. The boy didn't say anything. He only winced in pain as he touched the ankle as if his fingers could heal it. "Here. Come on." The younger one help the boy up and helped him into the castle. "Osha! I messed up!" Her guardian ran into the room. "Kumi! What happened? What'd you mess up?" She then noticed the boy at her side, whose leg was hovering over the ground, daring to touch the ground. The immortal gave a sigh. "Humans, so fragile." She step towards the boy, who seemed intimidated. "Hey. Sugar, i don't bite." She and Kumatora swapped places supporting the boy. "So kid." Kumatora looked at the child. Osha was leading them to her room to patch him up. "You got a name? Mine's Kumatora." The boy nodded and said, "I-i'm Duster…" Osha set Duster down on a pink bed. He looked at the Magypsy. "What's your name?" He asked. "I don't have one. I've been around a long time and never bothered to get one." She said as a pink energy emitted from her hand.
"Pk Healing." She said. Kumatora loved the boy's expression. He hasn't seen anyone do that. Or anyone without a name.
"Call her Osha." He was going to agree, but he ended up yelped as Osha was shot backwards. "Are you alright?" Kumatora asked. "Yes." She said. She faced Duster. "Kumi must've used a accidental Pk ability. I can't fully heal it."
"It's alright." Duster said. He knew not everyone can do everything. He tried to get up and walk away. He could stand but when he took a step forward he had a limp. An obvious one. He had to go home. He would get yelled at.
Despite the pink-haired girl's warning to not to. He began to run. His running wasn't impaired at all though, just a bit more sluggish. "Bye!" He yelled a thank you as well, over his shoulder.