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When Yasmin expressed her desire to continue with the original plan, a sly grin passed Bakura's face. He didn't know much, if anything, about the outside world, but there was one thing he knew: If Yasmin was to go on an adventure beyond the confines of this country, he would certainly be tagging along. This time, he could even be of direct use in the dungeon, now that the pink-haired girl operated of her own free will. "Let's do it!"
A smile came to the pink haired girl's face. They'd need a new destination and she even had one in mind considering their present placement in one of the desert kingdoms of the country. "Alright then. One of the other desert countries has a dungeon that hasn't been conquered yet. Qishan, I think it was. If we go there, we should be able to get that one... and then we can come back here, and continue ahead with the plan." Yasmin muttered. Still carrying a large quantity of treasure she'd aim to get all the preparation's ready so they could go on a trip.
Some days later, the very same cart taken out of the country by Yasmin and Bakura returned to Parthevia. Strangely, however, it bore twice the amount of treasure it had left with. It was also being driven by the teal-haired man known as Fudo Shakir. Not only was there double the amount of treasure, but also double the amount of people that left days prior. "So, this is Parthevia. I've never actually been here."
"Hmm, I don't expect many to have visited here. It's a bit odd... but I am fond of the movement of the streets." said Yasmin as she looked around at the place she'd so recently fled. She hadn't expected to come back here so soon, but since she was with friends she wouldn't let the thought of it get to her sense of self at this point.
Meanwhile Nasira looked out the back where she sat, eyes wide and mouth agape. "I've never seen this place either. It's so different." she said taking in the sights as if stunned. She looked over to Bakura and tried to imagine him younger and wandering these types of streets. And still didn't quite understand the sort of circumstances that would have lead him and Yasmin to become friends as a given.
"It does seem quite interesting to look at. I guess it's worth staying for a bit; especially while we work on your Magoi Manipulation." After finding a suitable, and somewhat out of the way place to park the cart, Fudo hopped off. This was as good a place as any, near the outskirts, with a decent bit of clearing. "So... shall we?" he asked while drawing his sword. "I'd like to see Paimon's power, and how you wield it, for myself."
Meanwhile, Bakura was hopping off the back of the cart. After doing so, he turned around and offered a hand to the black-haired girl who'd been sitting in his company for the ride. "It's an alright place to grow up in. Good for tunnels, too."
"I suppose it is." said Yasmin as she hopped out of the cart as well. Right after this was done, Fudo recommended they get in a bit of practice as they were currently on the outskirts of the city. He wished to see Paimon's power as well as her own, this was an interesting idea to the pink haired girl and as such she reached to grab the flabellum at her side and before too long had it in her hand, flipping it around her fingers as she did. "Hmm... I have no problem with that. A bit of practice is always good." she said the fan in her hands finally coming to a stop. This Magoi Manipulation had been discussed at length while they traveled so Yasmin understood in theory how to get the result she desired. And as such concentrated her Magoi. In so doing, she achieved what seemed to be a Djinn Equip of a minor status, the weapon equip. The wind kicking up around her as the flabellum transformed into a long handled spear. This was the only real change visible right now and a huge grin came to the girl's face as she began to swirl the weapon around with an unknown bit of skill. "Oh... this feels right." and with that she took an odd stance. Her left leg leading her right behind her for support. Her shoulders were relaxed and her hands were placed mid the long shaft and right at the end. "Here I come." she warned only to dash forward immediately after thrusting the spear with her hand at its far end while using her hold on the middle of the shaft for flexibility and accuracy. Her aim in this seemed to be a stab at the center of the man's body with the flabellum end enforced by wind to sharpen it quite a bit.
Meanwhile, Nasira took the hand extended to her by Bakura. She hopped out of the cart with his aid and landed on the ground hearing his statement about the tunnels her brows rose. "What on earth would one need tunnels for?" she asked, genuinely confused about the need for such things. Also there was the more than large matter of the two leaders of their Households, currently practicing right out in the open.
Fudo waited for Yasmin to unleash her Djinn Equip. When she did, he became quite interested in its form, as well as the stance taken by the pink-haired woman. It seemed she was well-versed in staff-wielding. In fact, he dared compare the quality of her stance to that of his own royal swordplay, which he took by placing his left forearm against the small of his back while holding his short sword forward and keeping his feet close together on the ground. A nod followed Yasmin's announcement of her oncoming attack, and when her weapon came his way, he swayed to his immediate left while pressing his blade against the side of her polearm to deflect it. In the meantime, he focused his Magoi on his sword and called forth the flames of Amon from the blade. "Spirit of Politeness and Austerity, In the name of my Magoi, and my will to grant me a greater power, I order you and your members, Come Forth, Amon!" As the fire fed back into the weapon, Fudo's double-edged short sword became a claymore, black in color, while his hands and forearms developed a molten appearance. Instead of counter-attacking with his new weapon, he hopped away and looked at its large form with quite a bit of detest. "... I am not a fan of this."
When asked why one would need tunnels, Bakura could only grin and chuckle lightly. "Gotta eat to live, gotta steal to eat. Tunnels make it easier to get in and out without being seen moving from place to place."
Yasmin didn't expect to get anywhere with her current attack, that being said when it was deflected her hold on the shaft immediately changed, moving her arms further up, to grant her more control as the young man before her seemed to hop away, after having unleashed his Djinn weapon only to get something much more different than what he was used to dealing with. With this in mind Yasmin didn't immediately follow up. Instead she twirled the spear around her body and brought it to a stop in her other hand. "Hmm... yeah. That seems a bit bulky." she said genuinely trying to think of a solution to help this young man out as she retook her stance this time with her legs closer together and her arms evenly placed down the length of her weapon. "Maybe there's a way to condense it... and make it more suited to your style." she offered with a smile. She'd wait to see if he did anything with this and test out the defense of this weapon.
Nasira heard out what Bakura had to say about the use of tunnels and she supposed they were almost a necessity when one couldn't pay for things and they didn't want to be arrested. "I suppose that makes sense. I'd never have thought of such a thing myself." she said. She realized though her childhood hadn't been exceedingly happy, she'd never known the kind of struggle this young man had known. He was quite admirable for retaining his good nature and sense of humor given the circumstances.
"That's exactly what I was thinking," Fudo replied while looking at the weapon. "Not that I have a strong hatred for this, but... not like this." Knowing the method of Magoi compression necessary for Djinn Equip, Fudo chose to simply amplify the compression until he was able to see the sword visibly changing its form. It became a shorter weapon, similar in appearance to that of a royal sword from the country Balbadd, which was ultimately suited to the form of royal swordplay Fudo had been taught. The curved, black blade radiated heat which gave it additional range. A couple of jabs at the air with this blade allowed Fudo to readjust to its size, though he acknowledged that its weight had never changed from its sealed form. "Amon's Royal Sword. Interesting. This looks like the weapon my mentor used all those years ago," he said as he took his stance once more. "Sorry for the wait. I'm ready now."
"You wouldn't have to. If I didn't tunnel my way around, I wouldn't be here today. If you ever need to run away from something, tunnels are the way to go." This was likely the most important bit of advice Bakura was able to give anyone, as it was one of the key factors to his survival for over a decade. Of course, he also had to give credit to his own guile, but tunnels made it possible for him to use said guile to maximum efficiency.
Yasmin had nothing to say. It was nice to be on the same page as someone else. So, she patiently waited for this young man to get a weapon he was more comfortable with using. Apparently he'd been taught Royal Swordplay as part of his earlier education and Yasmin respected that. The pink haired girl relaxed a bit more, her left hand firmly grasping the middle of her spear, her right one drifting a bit further backwards as she solidified her stance and it again became something worth looking at. "Alright then..." was all she had to say before she attacked again. This time aiming a trio of jabs towards this man's middle while maintaining a healthy distance between them. The wind seemed to dance around her person as she moved and her grip was lessened after her attempted strikes for some unknown reason.
"Hmm, I will keep that in mind. I am not very fond of the idea of running... but a tactical retreat is sometimes necessary to fight another day." mentioned the black haired girl. As she was now turned and watching the pair of Dungeon Capturers she was a bit interested in this young woman's style of fighting. It was well practiced and for her to have been a slave it seemed a bit unreasonable for her to know something like spearmanship. 'Where did she learn how to fight like that?'