Description: Makoto follows the cryptic promise of a fight given to her by a strange old man and ends up at the famous Chinatown restraunt of Genhanten. Yun gets called out before he can even get one foot in the door and a short but brutal clash of wills provides some unexpected entertainment for the hungry customers.
It's not that Yun Lee is always late. It's that he's never on time. But really, what is the point of being on time when you've got the key and you're the one that's got to open the restaurant anyway? Where he's been doesn't particularly matter because all that Gen will probably realize is that Yun was late. Again. Not that he needs security cameras or anything to tell him that. No. He really only will need to talk to any of the workers that are standing outside the restaurant waiting.
And have been for two hours.
The sound of a signature skateboard can be heard before Yun is seen. The wheels clacking off cement and metal, it's pretty obvious that Yun is making his arrival so much more exciting than it has to be. He comes around the corner, smiling nice and big as he takes to the air, kisses the side of a table with his board and drops back down to the ground. Spinning on the board, he slaps a quick high five with some of the regular customers that have also been waiting for a while. "It's chow time, y'all!" is thrown out to those that are gathered as Yun hops off his board and strides towards the door of Genhanten.
In the midst of yanking the key out of his shirt, where it hangs around his neck, the cooks and other workers start bombarding and ranting at him in Chinese. Yun just keeps a smile on his face, nods along and pretends to listen. He really is going to have to learn his lesson one day. Right now, though? It's all good.
Unfortunately things are about to get a great deal less good for the plucky waiter. Amidst all of the angry shouting and grumbles of annoyance from the other staff and local customers willing to put up with such unprofessionalism due to the restraunt's incredible food, one other individual stands with both arms crossed and a hard glare leveled at the young punk.
Makoto's eternal frown narrows into a glower as the commotion erupts. Her meditation in preparation for the battle is now thoroughly disturbed which means the fuse of her patience has already been lit and is slowly burning down towards the explosive core. Stepping away from her spot against one of the elaborate wooden walls, the girl takes a sharp breath and bellows in a feminine baritone that smashes through the clamour like a hammer.
"YUN LEE!"
The girl, dressed in her familiar karate gi, marches forward to push past the edge of the crowd so that she can be heard and, more importantly, seen more clearly.
"Makoto Kato, master of the Rindou-kan martial art, officially CHALLENGES you to HONORABLE combat!"
Yun is patting staff members on the back as they file into the restaurant, though some manage to linger when the challenge is thrown down. Yun, for all his credit, seems to be in the realm of trying to ignore it. But as the crowd starts to gather, Yun ends up rolling his eyes and turning around to see just who has come to challenge him. In front of his restaurant. To Awesome Combat.
"Seriously?" Yun cracks a smile as he reaches to flip his cap up a bit so that he can get a better look at the challenger. He hops on his board, throws his hands into his pockets and skates out towards her with all the style and skill of someone that seems like he's already won. "You comin' down here to /my/ street? In front of /my/ restaurant? Wearin' /that/?" Yun shakes his head just a little bit, chuckling to himself. "And you wanna' try and take on the better half of the Twin Dragons?" Yun smirks and gives a glance over his shoulder to the people that have decided that seeing a fight may be a bit more important than getting something to eat. Of course, they are on his side. It's his turf. And with a smile Yun looks back.
"Well. I guess since I /did/ just get to work. Wouldn't be too much trouble to take a ten minute break to whoop that ass." Yun flashes a big grin as he looks Makoto over. He then immediately snorts. "Better make that five..."
Makoto does not share the looks of amusement that crop up amdist the crowd as her challenge is met with mockery and disbelief. She is a statue of toned power and dusky sun-tanned bronze, both eyes locked in a narrow glare at the young man for whom she has come calling. His demeanor is somewhat insulting but this isn't the first time she's been greeted in such a fashion. So long as she proves the superiority of her art, that is all that matters.
But there /is/ a limit to the amount of disrespect that can tolerate in such a short period of time.
Her brows furrow at the stream of casual boasting but is not until Yun openly declares that he is willing to face her in combat that she moves. Makoto takes a step forward, raw anger flashing in her eyes as she bellows a wordless cry of challenge. The derisive snort is answered by her fist even before he can finish getting out the final words, driving straight towards his face with the force of a miniature tornado rippling the air in its wake.
COMBATSYS: Makoto has started a fight here.
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Makoto 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Yun has joined the fight here.
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Makoto 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Yun
COMBATSYS: Makoto successfully hits Yun with Hayate.
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Makoto 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Yun
WHAM!
Yun's face is rocked something fierce by the solid impact of fist to his facial expression. He's knocked clean off his skateboard and stumbles a couple of steps backwards, which makes it look like he's about to fall. "Damn, girl! Oh, it's like that?" He reaches up to make sure that his lip isn't bleeding and when he pulls his fingers away to look at them, he realizes that it is, indeed, one seriously busted lip. His eyes go a little bit wide at that moment. "Aight. I guess it is."
Yun takes a step forward, centering himself and bringing a hand up to straighten the cap sitting on his head. It got knocked slightly askew by the powerful connection of fist to face that happened only a moment ago. Licking at the blood and spitting it off to the side while his eyes locked on Makoto. A moment more and he smirks, rushing out of his sudden kung fu stand and moving towards her with a fluidity of both style and effectiveness. His body lifts and twists in the air, swinging one foot right after the other towards her face and skull. Nothing wrong with putting a little air and a whole lot of style with his moves, right?
COMBATSYS: Makoto fails to interrupt Senpuu Kyaku from Yun with Fukiage.
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Makoto 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Yun
Makoto drops back into a karate pose as her fist blasts the cocky skater onto his heels. She allows herself a faint smirk at his surprise but it quickly vanishes and she puts her game face back on.
"I have been sent to display the SUPERIORITY of Rindou-kan! WORDS mean nothing! Show me what skills you possess!"
To his credit, Yun is quick to step up and stop messing around. He recovers from the blow to the head with speed that speaks of training and discipline (or an exceedingly hard skull) and Makoto is quick to return her focus to the fight. Beating up weaklings who challenge her isn't something she loses sleep over but the fact that her opponent isn't completely helpless makes her feel a little better about taking up an offer from some weird old man she's never met before.
Yun's aerial attack is met with another fierce cry from the girl. She rushes forward to meet his attac, fist surging upwards in an attempt to intercept him before he can land, but the Chinese Dragon proves to be faster than the Rampaging Bull this time. His foot slams into the side of her head with a sharp thud and the force snaps her backwards, earning a muffled cry of surprise and annoyance as she staggers.
"Kiss kiss!"
Yun keeps smiling as his feet hit the ground after connecting all upside the head of his strong opponent. Even though he's got his cool sneakers on, the toughness that his opponent has can be both seen and felt. He doesn't even dare underestimate this one. Not after getting hurt something fierce by that wrestler chick that one time. He's learning not to underestimate opponents just by sight alone. It will be more after he lays 'em out flat.
"I want you to remember who's fault this is." Yun cracks a smile in the middle of witty banter and movement. Because when Yun's fighting, there's a very slim chance that he's being still. Very slim. He moves inward towards Makoto, spinning around feint a back kick, but only keeps his body spinning and moves in to attempt to latch onto her with his arms for a brief moment! This is quickly followed up by a twirling of his arms in her general direction, aiming a modified series of quick slaps towards her face and chest area. Light strikes are aimed for more playful humiliation than power and damage.
COMBATSYS: Makoto blocks Yun's Combo Grapple.
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Makoto 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Yun
"Nrgh!"
Makoto growls a response back at her opponent as he presses his momentary advantage, attempting to overwhelm her with a whirlwind assault of quick smacks and annoying commentary. Neither prove very effective. Her arms snap up to cover her face from further humiliation and she tucks and twists to keep her guard in the path of his hands, taking the worst of it against her toughened muscles.
"Kiss THIS!"
Finally offering some sort of retort, Makoto suddenly lunges and reaches out with both hands to grab for the front of Yun's shirt. Or arms or hair or anything she can get her mitts around. He gets a moment of warning as she tilts her head back, broadcasting her intentions pretty clearly, before the girl's forehead comes slamming towards his face like a battering ram.
COMBATSYS: Yun dodges Makoto's Tacchuu.
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Makoto 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Yun
"Whoa!" Yun is in the middle of attempting to deflect those hands that grab for his shirt when he realizes that her head is about to come slamming at his face. And he's already got a busted lip so he's not about to just let his face get crushed. Instead, he leans back and even pushes off her a bit, attempting to put just a little bit of space between himself and her. He grins and holds up a finger, wagging it back and forth. "Hey. I never kiss on the first fight." And then be blows a kiss at her.
That visual snark is simply used to try and throw her into a distracted state as he spins on his heels and slides across the ground towards her. His body moves quickly and he seems to be attempting to slam into her with the back of his shoulder. He puts a little extra 'oomph' onto it for the simple fact that he's all about crushing her chest and her spirits.
COMBATSYS: Yun successfully hits Makoto with Tetsu Zankou.
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Makoto 0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Yun
Trying to piss Makoto off is a double-edged sword. On the one hand, it's not hard to do and she does succumb to the kind of blinding anger that is typically associated with people who have short tempers. On the other hand, she figured that out herself a long time ago and learned how to incorporate her personality into her combat style.
Making her mad just makes her stronger.
The karateka grinds her teeth at the insult and moves to charge after Yun as he dances out of her grip but his swift return is something that catches her off-guard and shoulder-checks into her chest with enough force to throw the small girl backwards a few feet. She lands on her butt in a less than elegant fashion but Makoto is back on her feet almost before he can finish turning back around.
Clenching her fists into tight balls of fury, she glares at him for a moment then inhales deeply, turning her rage into disciplined power. The air around her stirs with sudden invisible energy that sends ripples through her loose uniform and the long headband tied about her neck like a scarf and she lets out a soft steady kiai as the chi swirls around her.
COMBATSYS: Makoto gathers her will.
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Makoto 1/---====/=======|=====--\-------\0 Yun
"Still standin'? Not bad..."
Yun is actually somewhat impressed by the way that Makoto is handling herself and his speed. He's quick and he's all about making sure that he never stops moving unless his opponent has stopped him from moving. And that's something he likes to consider on a difficulty level akin to ousting Tony Stark at his own skateboarding game. He grins, though, as his body is whirled around to face her and he keeps his standard Kempo stance up and at the ready.
"But not for long!"
Yun takes a step and launches himself into the air, clearly brushing off the fact that this girl is starting to get herself up in arms about whooping him something fierce. All that chi and wind is something that Yun knows all too well. He is the White Dragon of the Wind and Clouds, after all. Which may be why he's in the air right now and flipping over himself to extend a foot down towards Makoto, his arms up and out in his stylish flight motion.
DIVEKICK!
COMBATSYS: Yun successfully hits Makoto with Raigeki Shuu.
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Makoto 1/-======/=======|=====--\-------\0 Yun
Despite his bravado, Yun's speed is actually pretty impressive, making his smack talk all the more annoying; he's got the skills to back it up. Makoto is struggling to keep up with his swift assaults and it shows in how easily he leads into into yet another strike, baiting out her reactions and then coming at her from an odd angle.
The diving kick slams down hard onto the girl's shoulder and she spirals sideways, snarling at the pain and her own inability to keep up as she falls to one knee. Her anger continues to rise steadily at how easily this -punk- is making a fool out of her and that emotion builds and builds until it hits the boiling point.
When Makoto rises from her wounded crouch the skin about her face and hands has turned completely red. Not in a figurative sense either; she looks like a seriously unhappy lobster. Yelling a powerful warcry into the air the girl turns and practically throws herself at Yun like a human missile, assaulting him with a storm of ferocious punches. Assuming he doesn't avoid this human wreckingball coming his way, she's got some knees and a quick meeting with the floor in his future too.
COMBATSYS: Yun blocks Makoto's Tanden Renki.
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Makoto 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0 Yun
The good news about being as quick as Yun, is that he kind of can see when things are coming. This either gives him some time to get out of the way or to mount some sort of defense. Whichever one he can decide on in the split of a second because when someone is as red and as angry as Makoto is, there's likely going to be some pain that comes from their direction.
"Damn!" Yun can only react as those fists come swinging at him like some sort of excessive force. He brings his arms up, trying to cover up the fact that she's pounding away at him like some sort of punching bag. Yun winces every time those fists slam against his arms. His foot gets planted to keep himself from getting kneed to the ground. "Ugh. Back up, crazy!"
Yun's words are punctuated by a sudden step forward and the thrusting of his open palms towards Makoto's chest and abdomen. He leans into it, putting just a little bit of stank chi on it as he seeks to add a pinch of his inner dragon to help with the sting of impact, should that happen to become a reality.
COMBATSYS: Yun successfully hits Makoto with Kobo Kushi.
- Power hit! -
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Makoto 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Yun
Reality it is and a cruel bit of it at that. Makoto's berserker frenzy leaves her with no room for thoughts of defense and once her fists start to connect with flesh she puts everything she has behind them, wailing away with a bizarre mixture of tightly controlled technique and wild abandon.
Yun finds the precise moment to act, thrusting his hands into her body as she rears back for another terrible punch and the blast of spiritual energy catches her compeltely flat-footed. Makoto's roar of attack turns into a surprised bellow of agony as she flies away from the Chinese battler like a cannonball, landing in a tangle of arms and legs near the street.
It takes the girl a little bit longer to rise this time. Apparently even a steamroller can run out of gas eventually. She pushes off her face and grunts, turning her glower towards a pair of foolish onlookers who move to help her up.
"Back off! This isn't OVER!"
She doesn't have to ask twice. A space clears around Makoto as she drops into her combat stance once again. Her eyes narrow in focus briefly and then she begins to channel power into her body as before. Something is different this time, however; the flow of energy is more frenzied and concentrated as if funneled with purpose rather than a generic gathering of will. She's up to something; something big.
COMBATSYS: Makoto charges her next attack!
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Makoto 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Yun
Every time Yun strikes and lands a solid blow on Makoto he's immediately backpedaling to put some space between himself and her. He's in mid stylish twirl when he hears her anger and moves to keep an eye on her. He comes to a stop, falling into his Kempo stance once again, his hands poised and his leg bent at the knee. A moment later and he's reaching up to straighten the cap on his head, pulling it down tighter as his braid dangles behind him.
"Stay down!" Yun yells at her as if he's trying to both help and warn her at the same time. He knows what he's capable of and he's not wanting to have to completely destroy this girl in front of all his fans. "Just stay down and we'll call it even!" He even offers to let this whole thing go away! Such a gracious punk kid this Yun is growing up to become.
"Let me give you a hand." Yeah, the powering up seems to be making Yun hesitate. But with a quick movement, he's leaping across the ground, sailing clear across the way and right into Makoto's personal space. His leaping stride is punctuated with an extended fist aimed to crack Makoto right in her jaw! Wachaaa!
COMBATSYS: Makoto interrupts Ze-Sho Hohou from Yun with Empowered Seichuusen Godanzuki.
*KNOCKED AWAY*
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Makoto 0/-------/-----==|=======\======-\1 Yun
...and now this upstart bastard is telling /her/ to STAY DOWN?!
Of all the insults and jibes thrown at her in the last few minutes that one strikes the deepest chord in the young girl. She is a proud warrior, a true and honorable descendant of the creator of Rindou-kan karate; and this FOOL would dare insinuate that she is some rank amateur who doesn't know when to stop?!
Makoto's skin flushes a brighter shade of red and smoke - literal actual freaking smoke - pours out of her nostrils in twin wisps of molten fury. The Dragon's flying fist is met halfway by a truly monumental bellow of anger and the raw power in her fighting spirit washes over him like a tidal wave. The punch slams against the side of her head but, rather than fly away or stagger, Makoto simply walks right through it, pushing back against his attack and /stopping him cold with her face/.
%tThere isn't any time to react to what comes next. Completely fed up with the antics of this over-grown monkey, she takes a single step towards him and drives her left fist down into Yun's crotch with enough force to shatter stone. Time seems to freeze at that moment, etching the horrified looks of the crowd as they realize what just happened into bas relief on the world's canvas.
What follows after is no more pleasant.
Makoto's sledge-hammer fists beat out a triplet of resounding booms on the instrument of his ribcage, each as devastating and fast as a tiny localized meteor strike. Then she drops into a slight crouch, gathering yet more power into her fist for the final driving uppercut that brings an end to the short nightmare that is Rindou-kan's ultimate technique.
Makoto holds her pose, fist thrust triumphantly into the air. Her gaze remains narrowed into a scowl but the overwhelming sense of murderous intent swirling around her seems to slowly dissipate as she sates her desire for vengence. The girl inhales sharply and speaks, giving name to the terrible fury that has been visited upon Yun this night.
"SEICHUUSEN GODANZUKI!"
There's a saying. About chickens. And counting them before they hatch. This is something that Yun has yet to actually ever take to heart. Of course, when Gen tells it, it involves dragons and something else. Yun never really pays enough attention to realize exactly what it is that he's supposed to be learning from these choice words that Gen sometimes uses. Which could be the reason that he's suddenly no longer holding the high ground in this battle.
Yun barely even registers that his hit connects because the only thing that's going through his brain a moment later is pain. The force at which he's struck is insane and he feels a rib or seven cracking beneath the pressure of that trifecta of blows. Each impact of powerful meteor striking knuckles against his chest is enough to silence his witty banter for a few moments. He staggers though and that's not a good sign. Not when Makoto is clearly primed to finish him off.
CRACK!
Yun is knocked clean off his feet and into the air. His body actually flies upwards and at an angle that shows he's not going to be coming down for a while. Flipping end over end from the powerful nature of that final blow, Yun doesn't realize he's smashing through the glass of one of Gen's windows. He crashes right through it, smacking onto a table and tumbling off to the floor of the delicious food serving restaurant.
"... ugh. Ow. The hell?" Yun peels his face off the floor and he stumbles to his feet. He pulls himself away from the hands of Genhanten patrons who seem to be in the mood to assist him. Almost falling back down, Yun uses the cracked table to get fully up to his feet and he stumbles in the direction of the door to the restaurant. He kicks them open, almost hitting a random customer and jumps back out onto the street. He winces the moment his feet land on the ground outside because his body is in some serious pain.
"You? You're startin' to get on my nerves." Yun points with an accusatory finger at Makoto before he plants his feet and brings his hands up to cross in front of him. He slams them down into the open air at his sides and his body splits into threes, phantom shapes of his awesome self moving behind him. He looks up with a grin and takes off in an adrenalchi induced sprint towards Makoto.
"Go! Genei Jin!"A step away from her personal space, Yun hops and spins aiming a familiar kick towards her head and shoulders. Movements quickening with each passing moment, Yun drops low and aims a series of quick fists towards her chest, before spinning backwards to aim another one of those sliding shoulder charges. Another spin and he's in the air, flipping end over end to drop down towards her skull with another one of those esteemed and stylish divekicks that he loves so much. For very move that he aims at her, chi flavored phantom Yuns follow directly behind him, designed to put some more style and some more showing off upon the Raging Bull. Maybe, anyway.
COMBATSYS: Yun successfully hits Makoto with Genei Jin.
- Power hit! -
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Makoto waits, quietly, as the sound of crashing glass and muffled thumps echoes from within the restraunt punctuated with the Dragon's annoyed curses. Despite her outburst of anger, she's actually pretty patient when it comes to matters of honor and battle. Yun has thus far proven a capable opponent, if a mouthy one, so she's willing to give him a few moments to collect himself. Not many people walk straight after being struck with that technique - or at all, really. That he's still moving is pretty impressive on its own.
That he has the energy left to violently kick open the doors and challenge her so bold yet again earns him a few points in her book. "Still running your mouth, I see." She drops into her combat stance again, one hand extended and levels her gaze on him. "Well, let's see what you've GOT."
Quite a bit, apparently. Makoto turns to raise her arms against the flying kick as the swift Dragon drives into her but his speed manages to catch her unprepared yet again and she staggers backwards from the initial blow in a manner that leaves her quite exposed to the rest of his assault. A veritable storm of punches hammers against her torso and she staggers backwards under the force, every attack echoed moments later by the shadowy clones that ripple in his wake. The shoulder-slam sends her spiralling away but his rapid dive kick catches her even before the pavement, driving the girl down with an unpleasant crunch.
Makoto grits her teeth in agony as she's used for a skateboard, skidding across the pavement on her back with Yun's foot lodged firmly in her gut. One final surge of defiance wells up from within her even as she feels the accumulation of today's effort begin to short out her fine muscle control in favor of aching cramps.
She rolls to the side and sweeps her legs out, hoping to trip up the nimble fighter with the sudden motion. Assuming she gets a hold of him she tugs hard on his leg, pulling him down to the ground where she can deliver one final brutal blow to the small of his back before collapsing onto her side with a loud grunt.
COMBATSYS: Makoto can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Makoto successfully hits Yun with Araiso.
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Maybe there is something in Yun that keeps him from wanting to take the easy route. He's all about making sure that every hit strikes with full force and then some. He's clearly loving the fact that he's skateboarding all over the ground with Makoto's body. But it is the moment he stops being a masterful fighter and starts being that show-off-y brat do things take a slight turn for the worse.
This. This must be what Gen keeps talking about.
Yun's leg is sweeped up by Makoto's and before he knows it, he's getting yanked down to the ground. His face collides with the ground right next to Makoto, blood spilling forth from the already busted lip and then some. He's mostly out of it at that moment, but Makoto's sudden slam of fist to his back punctuates his defeat just as easily as his face's collision with the ground.
Yun doesn't move after that. His pain overtaking him and his hat falling from his head. That right there being the signature insight as to Yun being defeated. It hits the ground, narrowly missing the blood from Yun's face.
If it offers any consolation to Yun's pride, Makoto looks like she fell down and got run over by the 5 o'clock crowd at one of the local subway stations. Her berserker-like rage, while powerful and frightening, isn't very kind to her body. She'll have some bruises and scrapes from this fight for the next few days - but every one of them is a badge of honor to her mind, so she doesn't worry too much about it.
Pushing her face off the pavement, the Rindou-kan master slowly rises to her knees and undaintily spits a pool of saliva and blood onto the street. She goes through a short routine of self-inspection, checking to make sure she didn't suffer any particularly nasty injuries that just haven't come to her attention yet; some of the worst breaks and lacerations can get completely phased out of one's mind in the heat of the battle.
Finding that she's good enough to walk back home on her own, Makoto rises to her feet with a grunt and fishes the small card that the old man gave her out of her gi. She drops it casually towards Yun and it flutters down like a leaf on a breeze to rest beside him.
"Some old man asked me to come here and fight you. I've held up my promise." Her arms cross and a hint of a smile plays on her face as she stares off into the distance. "You were a worthy opponent. Few can withstand the force of Rindou-kan's mightiest techniques. I would be glad to face you again some time."
The usual staff comes out to collect Yun and they also collect the card that was left. They give some bows towards Makoto before they drag Yun's body up and start to drag him into the restaurant. They are used to doing this, so much so that one manages to snatch Yun's cap up with his foot. They carry Yun off towards Genhanten, all the while one of them tucking away that card in their own pocket so that Yun doesn't find out why all this is happening.
Plus, it might get him a raise if he gives it back to Gen.
Log created on 23:57:20 11/11/2014 by Makoto, and last modified on 04:12:04 11/12/2014.