Legends of Sass

He felt the power flow through him. He felt the darkness and the light. Shizuka looked around. Then he sighed. Maintaining the link was too draining. He didn't have enough energy. The world grew dark as he was falling down. It was too much. The female soldier disappeared before he hit the ground. Old and kind hands carried him inside. Hours later Shizuka woke up.

"Where am I?"

The elderly woman looked at him with surprise. "Child, you're awake. I feared for your life."

Shizuka's head was pounding. The card was still in his hand. He looked at her. Then at the old woman. "This card… is special to me. I think. I should use it."

The old woman smiled kindly. "Tell me child, what is your name?"

He looked at her blankly. "Shizuka." She gasped. The local legends are true. Just as foretold. To think, it would be her to herald in his welcoming. She immediately bowed.

"I am not worthy! And I thank you!"

"W-What's going on?" He stammered, utterly confused.

"You generally go by Shinji, do you not?"

He looked down, an almost sadness in his eyes. "I haven't come from this world, have I?"

She nodded happily before embracing him. "You are our light child! You and your friends. Oh dear. But how, how will you help us?"

Shinji stared at his card. "With this, I think." The elderly woman already prepared two decks.

"This was my partner's old deck; please use it in our duel."

He grabbed the cards and sighed. It was time to duel.

"Wait, so according to some legend I have to come here to save this world with a children's card game?"

"To be fair it also predicted that this game would also be projected into the air and played while on moving vehicles so how true can it be?"

With a sudden shock it hit Shinji. He almost cried and laughed inside. "Card games on motorcycles…"

CHARACTER BREAK: ( I AM DOING THIS NOW BECAUSE IT IS QUITE AWKWARD AS LINE BREAKS DON'T SEEM TO TRANSLATE WELL!)

She then immediately passed out. What was happening? Dark hands carried her to a dark room. She woke up to a loud thumping. It sounded familiar. Then she shouted it out. "A PUNCHING BAG!"

The man looked at her surprised. "You're finally awake."

"FUCK THIS HURTS!"

"A lady shouldn't be using such language."

"A man should be a bit more understanding. I got shot in my fucking head! Damn! IT HURTS! Aghh!" She hit her arm and then jumped up. The card was still in her other hand in pristine condition.

He sighed. "How did you survive?"

She got up. "Why didn't you take me to a hospital?"

"In case of a police investigation with this weird supernatural stuff."

"Good call. Anyways. Let me hit the bag."

He put his head in his hands. The dim light shined brilliantly off of his shaved head. His beard rustled ever so slightly and his muscles bulged as he quivered ever so slightly with something. "Kid, go hit that bag until you calm down so we can talk about what to do."

She walked over and got in position. She hit it once incredibly hard and her skin was being torn off of her hand. Then she twisted her body to hit with the next punch. After ten more minutes she was done, satisfied. "That was great!"

"You're supposed to wear gloves."

"It's fine, I'm used to it." She proudly declared. She grabbed the card she set down on the bed before punching. "I'd like to learn how to use this. I feel like I need to but I forgot."

He sighed. "Well then, let's see if I have enough cards to make a spare."

"Wow, even someone like you plays this? Does everyone?"

He looked at her with a genuinely confused look. "Of course. Have you been living under a rock or are you not from this planet."

"Given the freaky supernatural shit going on, take your guess big boy." He shook his head before constructing a quick deck. She had all of the sass. Soon he returned and handed her a deck. It felt quite nice. She shuffled it and it felt so natural. "Let's begin, duel." She said with a smile.

If she didn't remind him of his daughter he would not put up with this.