[center][h2]Tournament Aftermath, Planet Earth[/h2][h3]Sunday, July 17th, 2500
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Pan sighed at Bakuto's apology, deciding within herself that maybe she was being too harsh on him after all. She was no better when she was his age, if not worse. [b]"Don't worry about it. That's not what I'm here for."[/b]

[b]"I'm here with an opportunity, one that a fighter such as yourself might be interested in. It's not a money thing, but you could grow a lot stronger, stronger than you can imagine. It wouldn't be easy either, or entirely... safe." [/b] 

She shrugged, [b]"So what do you say? Interested?"[/b]

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[b]Meanwhile, at the ramen shop...[/b]

The old man smiled as he looked away from Angela, taking the time to accept a cup of water from the ramen shopkeeper. He then took a sip, as he slowly turned back to Angela. 

He then set the glass down and finally began to speak. [b]"Following you? Not really. I haven't been walking behind you or anything, ducking behind barrels and what not."[/b] The old man laughed, amused at his own statement. [b]"No, no. I just figured you'd be walking through these parts eventually. I've been waiting for a chance to speak with you about something."[/b]

[b]"Excuse me."[/b] The ramen shopkeeper politely interrupted. [b]"Did you want anything do drink while you wait on your ramen?"[/b]

[@BladeSS4][@Darkmoon Angel]