Viral didn’t know how he could change Enki or if it was even possible. It was already impressive enough he was able to form a machine using his own energy and for it to actually exist as it did with functioning machinery. Sometimes he wondered how much Yumi expected from him, whether she thought he was more impressive than he actually was or she was just trying to be flattering. Even if he had Enki he knew it was still going to suffer when it came to attacking those with powerful Ki, seeing how quickly Takeshi took it out when they were enemies. He was still going to try and improve, but it still felt pretty difficult and might possibly be near impossible if he wasn’t built to improve. “We’ll know we’re close by when we start getting attacked”, he sighed, hoping it was obvious to her, “It’s not like dropping me is going to do me harm if you have to fight, anyway. I can swim, of course…” Since Yumi seemed to be a little fidgety giving her the task to look for a suitable island to land on seemed like a good idea, even if he could do that himself, simply making sure they weren’t going to be ambushed at all he looked in the direction Yumi pointed to before turning the ship in the island’s direction. “Fair enough, I suppose…” Flying on over he soon slowed the ship down into a hover, staring out the window as he tried to figure out the best way to land the ship. “Clear a tree or two for me, will you? And don’t use Ki to do it or you’ll blow our cover…”

Shu smiled up at Takeshi, not looking completely sure if he knew what Takeshi meant or not. “I am not very lucky…I mean many bad things happen to me”, he mumbled, feeling a little unsure about Takeshi’s mood, “I am pretty new to fighting! Fighting only done umm…I don’t know how many, I don’t count very well…but not that many times! You done all the fighting when I was no around, remember?” He could probably count how many times he had fought on his hands a few times, but he didn’t know what the number for it was. He had trained a lot, but fighting seriously like they all did was something he wasn’t really used to yet. “Truce? Like…not fighting?” he questioned him, feeling confused, “Rebels and Father not fighting…we no rebels. That how I see. Or maybe he want this to happen, I dunno. Ooooh! Father confuse me! What even he think of me? Do I disappoint? Why he keep me for so long if I am bad at being a warrior?”