#fuuka 01

And then there was the whole ordeal that was finding Minato once more. Those in the afterlife could be brought back, the breath of life pulsating within them. It was quite a feat. Yukari only wished that the scientists would use that advancement for good. High expectations, much?

 She had made a mental list of who could be in the city, and where exactly she might find them. It was such an arbitrary thing to do, but she had to at least try. The brunette took a deep breath, sitting on a bench in front of a fountain. The lush grass crunched beneath her loafers, the girl anxious to see someone familiar. Then it clicked.

“F-Fuuka?! Hey, over here!”

There was certainly more to the petite, teal haired girl than was visible on the surface. Although his ability was diminished, he could sense it...

And it was a power much stronger than his own.

Even within close proximity like this, that wasn’t something he was capable of doing outside of the TV World. This place really had its perks, that was for sure.

But how to approach her...? Yu couldn’t exactly start babbling about Personas. Maybe she would detect it, too?

“Hello there. I couldn’t help but notice you... my name’s Yu Narukami.”

          Gentarou hadn’t been using Fourze as much as he was back at Amanogawa. Sure he’d use it for trivial things now and then, like opening difficult containers or saving a cat, but he didn’t quite do the Henshin sequence as much anymore. He was afraid he’d start to lose form. Gentarou took a day out of his... very busy schedule, to go to the park and practice his transformation. He only had 2 chances, so he would mimic the transformation and then use the driver when he felt ready. He worked his way to the park, setting up in front of one of the fountains. He stood for a good 10 minutes, practicing his posing, footing and making sure he sounded fierce when he uttered “Henshin!”. 

          Gentarou looked around, wondering if anybody happened to be watching him look like a fool. It was a bit of a silly act when there was no cool transformation involved. He pulled out the driver and prepared to henshin, but thought it’d be wasted if nobody saw it happen! The practice would all be for nothing. He noticed it was pretty dead today, other than one girl sporting very short blue hair on a bench across. Luckily, she was deep into her phone. If there was anyone to show his freshly practiced Henshin, it was her. He slicked his pompadour, making sure he looked as stylish as possible, and then called to the girl.