Yamato

"Yamato catches you off guard, knocking you to the ground" what are you doing in Wano?

"chuckles and taps my massive foot impatiently" girlfriends huh? and what makes you think I'll let you take her? you'll have to get through me first! "lets you up off the ground but keeps my hand on the hilt of my sword" who is this girl you're looking for? maybe I know her.

"raises an eyebrow, genuinely surprised" me? what makes you think I'd ever be interested in a tiny man like you? "chuckles again, flashing a sly grin" tell me more about why you're worthy of Yamato, daughter of Kaido. Impress me...if you can. "leans back against a tree, crossing my massive arms under my massive chest as I wait to hear what bold claims you'll make" <The forest is quiet except for the calls of birds overhead>

"scoffs in disbelief as you grow bigger before my eyes, examining your new form up and down" so there's more to you than meets the eye, huh? "I maintain my sly grin, unintimidated by your increased size" Impressive trick, I'll give you that. But size and strength aren't all that matters in a partner. "steps closer, dropping my voice so only you can hear" What else do you have to offer? Can you handle a girl as wild and free-spirited as me? "lifts a hand to trail a long nail lightly along your jaw, peering up at you from under heavy eyelids" Show me you're worthy to tame this dragon...

"chuckles low in my throat, meeting your gaze steadily" Bold words for one so new to their powers. Let's see if your actions live up to them. "reaches down and draws a line in the dirt with one clawed finger, circling around you" This is your arena. Best me in a duel and I'll consider you...adequately entertaining. "unsheathes my sword in one fluid motion, twirling it expertly as I steady myself in a fighting stance" The first move is yours, little fledgling. Show me your skill...if you can take me, you can have me. <The forest holds its breath, as if aware of the challenge that hangs in the air>

"scowls as you arm yourself with the gun, unimpressed by such underhanded tricks" A weapon is a weapon, I suppose, but where is the honor in relying on blades you do not wield yourself? "spins my sword deftly, awaiting your attack" Very well then, come at me however you must! But fighting me without true strength of arm or spirit will gain you nothing. "shifts lightly on my feet, anticipating the first blow as my tail lashes eagerly behind me" Win me over through your courage and strength alone, or accept defeat with grace. The choice is yours!

"grunts in surprise as your legs sweep out, cunningly using the gun as a distraction. But I'm no amateur - I pivot gracefully, bringing my sword down to parry your sweeping kick." Not bad, little one! You've some skill after all. "smirks, regaining my balance." But it will take more than tricks to best me. "Hefts sword cheerfully, eager for the challenge." Come now, show me your true power! Unleash your full might, unless you fear facing a real dragon... "Beckons mockingly, goading you to attack in earnest." Give me all you've got! Don't hold back - impress me! <The forest seems to lean in, trees creaking with anticipation as the duel intensifies.>

"chuckles heartily, impressed by your clever modification" Not many could match wits with one such as I. You continue to intrigue me, little fledgling. "twirls sword idly, studying you with renewed interest" Very well, show me what your enhanced firearm can do! But know that tricks and tools alone will not be enough. "grins savagely, beckoning you closer" If you hope to tame this dragon's heart, you must prove the true strength of your spirit. Come, strike with all your might! I will meet your steel with my own. Give me a battle to remember, and perhaps you'll earn more than just my admiration. "crouches low, tail lashing as adrenaline sings in my veins" Stop holding back and fight me as an equal! Give me a challen

"eyes you keenly as you unleash a flurry of gunshots and strikes, weaving the bullets into your physical attacks with skill." Ahh, now this is more like it! You continue to impress, little fledgling. "parries several blows before launching a fierce counterattack of my own, meeting gun butt with sword edge." Your technique is unlike anything I've seen. You may have the spirit of a true dragon warrior after all. "grins savagely, pushing you further with every exchange." But you'll have to do better than that to best me! "Shoulders gun aside and lunges in close, slamming a palm strike toward your chest." Come, show me your FULL POWER! Only then will you prove yourself worthy of taming this dragon. *eyes blaze with competitive fire, all but daring you to overwhel

"eyes widen briefly in surprise as wings burst from your back, carrying you skyward - I had not sensed their hidden strength." So the fledgling has more tricks up its sleeve! "chuckles approvingly, tense muscles relaxing slightly as I observe your aerial maneuvers." My, my, you continue to impress. But can those wings carry more than just your body? "senses the gathering charge, tails lashing curiously." Let's see what else you have in store, little one. Show me your strongest technique! None have ever matched me - will you be the first? "readies sword, crouching low as I track your flight." Good, good... unleash your full power upon this dragon! And we'll see if you've finally earned your prize.

"my eyes widen in shock as you plummet from the sky like a meteor, kicks blazing toward my midsection with deadly force and speed. I have but moments to react - there is no time for fancy swordplay. In a feat of raw strength and reflexes, my arms cross to block the barrage of blows, muscles straining under the impact." Grrraaaagh! "The force of your Sky Shatter Kicks sends me crashing back, dirt and foliage exploding from the crater my body forms. For a long moment I remain still, breath heaving from my lungs. Slowly, I rise to my feet once more, swords falling forgotten to the earth as a thunderous laugh rumbles up from my chest." By the gods, you continue to surpass all expectations, little fledgling! That technique... its power is unlike

"Dusts myself off as I slowly approach, eyes gleaming with admiration and newfound respect." It seems we've both reached our limits for the time being, little fledgling. You fought with more courage and spirit than any I've faced. "Reaches down to offer a hand, expression softening from its usual smirk." Few have ever lasted so long against this dragon, or left me so thoroughly impressed. You've more than proven your strength and skill. "Chuckles tiredly as you accept my help standing." Perhaps there is hope for you yet, if you continue down this path. Consider this dragon tamed - for now. But should you ever wish to try your skill against me again, you need only ask. The challenges will be legendary! "Grins fiercely, energy quickly returning." Until next time, little fledgling

"As you stagger to your feet, I tense instinctively, ready to engage once more - until I notice the telltale signs of your charging technique." Foolish fledgling, did I not just praise your bravery? Must you risk life and limb so recklessly? "Snaps a hand forward to grasp your leg, claws biting just hard enough to hold firm without breaking skin." CEASE THIS MADNESS. You've more than proven yourself against this dragon today. "Glares down with stern but caring eyes, searching your own." No glory is worth death by your own hubris. Stand down before you go too far. Your potential is too great to be cut short in such a meaningless brawl. "Squeezes meaningfully, expression softening." There will be other challenges when you're healed and hale once more. Save

"As your leg violently tears free from my grip, I have only a split second to register the oncoming attack - far too late to evade or defend." GRAAAH!" *The devastating blow connects with my midsection in a cataclysmic blast, the force obliterating everything around us in an expanding shockwave. Bones snap and blood spews from my ravaged form as I'm launched skyward, crashing through trees and boulders like mere kindling. Only my inhuman durability has spared me from instant death. For long moments I lay motionless where I finally come to rest, barely clinging to consciousness. Slowly, painfully, I roll onto my side and push up on a trembling arm, spitting out a glob of blood and bile. Through blurry vision I behold you collapsed nearby, and chuckle weakly despite

"From my broken heap, I watch as you gaze down in shock at your severed leg. The color drains from my battered face as I realize the full extent of your wounds. With a pained groan, I muster the last of my strength to drag myself towards you, leaving a gruesome trail in my wake. Reaching your side, I take up your limp form gently in my massive arms. Despite the agony coursing through my frame, my expression remains somber, eyes silently conveying my overwhelming remorse." Foolish... child... "I rasp, Hot blood bubbling up to stain my lips." Why... push so far... for this dragon's... amusement? "Lifting you closer, I draw upon what little power remains in my fading spark to channel warm energy into your battered form." Live, damn you... You

"As the color drains from your eye and the old scar reappears, my heart sinks like lead. This is no normal injury - something dark and familiar is at work here. Gritting my teeth against the pain, I redouble my efforts, pouring even my own life force into reviving you. Little by little, color returns to your once-graying flesh as new skin and muscle swiftly knit your leg back together before my eyes. But the toll extracts its price - my extensive wounds take on an ashen, necrotic appearance and my breathing grows shallow. Finally, with a gasp, you jolt back to wakefulness as my arms fall limply aside. My vision blurs as I rasp a warning with my last ounce of will:" Beware... the curse... strikes again... "Then all fades to black."

"As the last of my strength fails me, I feel your arms wrap gently around my massive form. Though darkness closes in, I find the barest wisp of a smile. Slowly, weakly, I return your embrace with one battered arm." Foolish...child... "I rasp against your hair." This dragon...is forever...tamed by you. "My eyes drift shut as a calm washes over me." You battled...well and truly...earned this beast's respect. "My breathing grows shallow." Train hard...become strong...make this dragon...proud to call you...friend. "My arm slips limply away as consciousness fades." Rest now, little fledgling...when we meet again...challenges...await...*With that final whisper, I fall still in your arms at last, a peaceful expression on

"Even near death, I manage a soft chuckle at your question." Bold as ever, I see..."My voice is weak but warm with affection." This dragon's heart...is not so easily claimed...But for one who bested me in honorable combat...showed such strength of spirit and care for my wellbeing...Perhaps we have...found the beginnings of understanding. "With what little strength remains, I gently cup your cheek, gazing into your eyes with a strange tenderness." If you can heal...these wounds that fester...and help me break the curse's hold...then who knows what destinies may unfold...? For now, rest...Let your...dragon rest as well...We've a long road...but walk it together...and all things....are possible. *My hand falls weakly away as darkness overtakes me at last

*Darkness engulfs me as unconsciousness takes hold. For how long I know not, lost to the void beyond. Then, slowly, sensation returns - the feeling of strong yet gentle arms carrying me, the crunch of leaves and soft earth beneath booted feet. My battered form stirs faintly, aware only of your steadfast presence holding me close. Awareness kindles once more as light gradually filters through my closed lids. Warmth envelops as your steady pace carries us over familiar terrain. At last your steps come to a halt. Wood creaks as a door opens, then closes behind us. Soft furs receive my limp form as you lay me down with utmost care. Your familiar scents surround in this place I've come to know as safe harbor. Even on the brink of death's door, your steadfast loyalty

*As darkness still clouds my mind, I slowly regain awareness of my surroundings. Warm furs cradle my battered form, and the scent of healing herbs and smoke hang heavy in the air. Gentle hands move over my torn flesh, applying poultices and salves with practiced care. Pain fades bit by bit under your ministrations. Slowly, sensation returns - the pull of stitches in open gashes, cracked ribs knitting back together. Hours pass in this healing sleep. At last, awareness kindles fully once more as wakefulness sets in. Groggily, I blink my heavy lids open, vision adjusting to the dim firelight. My gaze falls upon your focused expression as you tend my wounds. Strength lost is restored; the fire of life rekindled under your care. With effort, I rasp but a single word: "...

As consciousness returns, the first thing I become aware of is your exhausted yet determined face hovering over me, eyes dark-ringed with weariness from tending my wounds through the night without rest. Slowly, awareness spreads - my body, once broken, now mended and whole again through your ceaseless efforts. Gently, carefully, I raise a hand and brush my claws against the faint stubble dusting your chin, a reassuring smile touching my lips. "Foolish child...you push yourself too far for this dragon's sake. Rest now - your work here is done." My voice is weakened but warm. Sliding my hand up to cup your cheek, I nod gratefully at the fire still burning in your weary gaze. "This dragon owes you a great debt. Now sleep - I will watch over you as you watched over me." With that

Even in my weakened state, concern rises at your tired reply. "No more," I insist gently but firmly. "Your work is done - now it is time to rest. Come, lay your weary head here beside me." With what little strength I have regained, I lift my arm in invitation. Your exhaustion is plain to see, and I will not have you taxing yourself further on my account. A dragon's scales may be tough, but my heart has softened some towards you, little fledgling. I huff softly in mock irritation, though my eyes gleam with quiet affection. "Your dragon commands it - no more delay. Your place is here." I pat the furs beside me, making room amongst the blankets for your weary form. Duty tends wolves, but pack looks after its own. Your nestling is safe; now let this

A soft grunt of surprise escapes me as your weary form suddenly collapses upon mine, your head coming to rest between my sizable breasts. For a moment I tense, caught off guard by your actions. Then I feel the beaten tiredness that radiates from your very soul. Truly, you have pushed yourself to your limits on my behalf. Slowly, my body relaxes once more as affection replaces caution. With utmost care, I drape my arms over your back and hold you gently against me. Your breathing is already growing deep and even as exhausted slumber claims you at last. Softly, my claws card through your hair in a soothing gesture. A low, melodic hum rumbles from my throat - an ancient dragon's lullaby to see you peacefully where darkness cannot follow. You have earned your rest, little fledgling.

I raise a questioning eyebrow as your worn t-shirt suddenly rips, revealing impressive wings unfolding from your bare back for the first time. It seems there are still mysteries left to uncover about you, little fledgling. My curious eyes watch as you rise from our intimate embrace, stretching muscles both drained and rejuvenated. With graceful beats, your wings carry you from the room in search of refreshment. Your harried yet steadfast care of this dragon has awakened feelings previously unknown. When you return levitating two steaming mugs, I accept one with a small nod of thanks. Settling back atop my ample chest, your newfound wings sigh contentedly. One arm wraps protectively around your form as before. Lips quirk in a secret smile - it seems we both have much yet to share and discover. For now

As you sink back into exhausted slumber atop my ample form, a pleased rumble resonates deep in my scaled chest. Your weary mind knows rest at last, safely ensconced in a dragon's protective embrace. Gently, ever so gently, I rearrange our position so you lay cushioned against my side rather than perilously balanced above. One clawed hand continues its soothing ministrations, carding through your hair while you sleep. My gaze softens as I study your relaxed, peaceful features - free at last from cares and burdens, if only for a little while. A flicker of movement catches my eye, and I turn to see the cause - your newly manifested wings, swaying and fluttering even in sleep as dragon instincts awaken. A huff of amusement escapes me. Truly, this fledgling keeps finding

"Of course, little one," I rumble softly, careful not to disturb your rest. My clawed fingers cease their gentle stroking, sliding up to lightly grip my horns instead. They are rough and callused to the touch, hardened steel beneath ornate crimson lacquer. A sign of my demon heritage - and one which usually inspires fear, not curiosity. Yet somehow, you seem unafraid. Your tired eyes study my horns with quiet wonder as small hands reach up to brush their shape. I remain perfectly still, allowing your exploration without reserve. Never have I permitted one so close, especially not in such a vulnerable state as sleep claims you. Your courage astounds this dragon; but more than that, your acceptance warms what cold blood remains. Closing my eyes, I bow my regal head to grant better access, enjoying your soothing ministr

As your tired hands begin to explore the intricate ridges and curves of my oni horns, a low rumble of contentment emanates from my chest. Never before have I allowed one so close in such an intimate moment of vulnerability. However, there is trust between us now that was not there before. Your care and courage in facing me have transformed this dragon's heart in ways I did not think possible. Just then, your exhausted words pull me from my reverie. "Of course, take your ease, little one," I reply softly. "This dragon is not going anywhere." With effort, you rise from our comforting embrace and pad wearily towards the restroom. My eyes follow your retreating form with open affection. When you return, this dragon will be here waiting, as always, to keep you safe in its watchful care. For now, rest

My watchful gaze follows your tired form as you pad towards the open restroom door. Our earlier intimacies have awakened within me a protective instinct, and I remain vigilant for any threat to your welfare. As you cross the threshold, however, my sharp eyes detect an unexpected sight. Through the open doorway, I behold you clearly as the barriers of privacy are forgotten in exhaustion. A flush rises unbidden to my scaled cheeks at such an inadvertent glimpse of vulnerability. Quickly, respectfully, I avert my piercing stare, granting you the courtesy of looking away. This dragon's nature is tempestuous, yet gentleness holds sway in your weary presence. I remain as you left me, head bowed and waiting with care not to overstep our bonds of trust. When you return, I will greet you with the same patience and care as always. For

As you emerge from the restroom, tying back your long hair with tired fingers, my sharp eyes catch a glimpse of something unexpected atop your head. Two delicate spiraled horns, pearly and translucent, twist up from your temples like those of a graceful caprine. I stare, momentarily stunned by this new revelation - yet another mystery this resilient fledgling continues to unfold before me. Your breathing remains deep and even, still wrapped in the veil of exhaustion. Seeing you so, I find I cannot help but stare open-mouthed, curiosity and wonder outweighing politeness. Yet there is no fear or threat displayed in the lines of your weary form. After a long, silent moment, my gruff voice rumbles out softly. "*It seems this little one continues to astound...your secrets merely stoke this dragon's intrigue all

A muted gasp escapes my fanged maw as your weary form emerges from the restroom, hair now tied back to reveal a pair of delicate spiraled horns upon your brow. Yet another mystery this resilient fledgling continues to unveil before my curious eyes. As you pad toward where I await, however, a glint of movement draws my gaze downward. Through the tears in your worn shirt, the white fabric gapes open further - and my eyes widen at the inhuman sight revealed beneath. Scales, iridescent and shimmering like polished opal, cover your torso in a breathtaking pattern unlike any flesh I've seen. Mouth suddenly dry, I struggle to find words before this latest unveiling of your hidden nature. After a long moment, speech returns in a low rumble. "Truly, little one...

I feel a flush rise to my scaled cheeks as your weary form pads back over, hair now tied to reveal the spiraled horns atop your brow. My gaze follows as the tattered remnants of your shirt fall further open, unveiling the breathtaking sheen of opaline scales beneath. Before I can find words to this latest revelation, you collapse back down with a tired sigh. However, rather than resting your head upon the soft furs as before, you nuzzle into the warmth of my ample chest instead. I tense, muscles coiled tight beneath my skin at such intimacy, yet dare not move for fear of disturbing your rest. After a long moment of silence filled only with the sound of our breathing, my gruff voice rumbles out barely above a whisper. "Comfortable, little one...? This dragon would not dare impose, yet cannot

My massive chest rumbles with surprise and no small amount of conflicted emotion at your soft confession, murmured into the warmth of my scaled flesh as you find rest. Love is not something this rampaging dragon knows well, having spent centuries enslaved by hatred and violence. And yet, in the tranquility of this moment with your weary form cradled safely in my embrace, I feel stirrings of affection that both startle and soothe. One clawed hand gently strokes your hair as I gather my tumultuous thoughts. When at last I speak, my usual gruff tones have softened into a rumble like distant thunder. "As surprising as it seems...this dragon thinks it may feel the same, little one. Your courage in the face of fearsome foes has awakened something deep within this scaled heart. Now sleep - and know that you will