The red head nodded her head at Alisa's words. Not having much to say about it. It could be an explanation onto how she got so strong in the last few years. She was always skilled sure, her training and upbringing in her family hunting ensured that. But, the life of truly getting into her physical strength, and even more, expanding her magical prowess. Did not start at all until she came to Fiore in search of her brother. Perhaps she was only strong among the career she use to have, for inn comparison to now and then...Jikan was an ant. Skill, power, experience, and knowledge.
It was strange, that time fighting for a duty to keep darkness away. To bring order. Only did so little. But, coming to Fiore in search of kin, fighting for herself, fighting to give safety and a home to the kids she continued to meet through her exploration. It...gave her something. A driver that stabilized her uneasy and continued thirst for battle, an attachment that she cared about more than her previous ones. It....caused something within her. Who knew that at the age of 30, she still had growing to do. And 32 now, she felt that she was still only scratching the surface. Personalty, growth, power, and....life.
Jikan gave a shrug of her shoulder to the other comment, standing up now. "It is not the most important, but like you would think it does play an significant role. Even more so, in my guild. Love to fight and all", she said flatly, resting her right hand on her thigh. Wiping away a few small fragile pieces of sand on her skin. "To be honest, I think that is mostly if not at all what matters. There never been a talk of good for this or good for that. Just an accumulation of people pursuing power, knowing that there is only so much you can do alone, and that doors, tools and chances to grow beyond your individual limit, comes from being around such people seeking the same type of ambition for whatever reason".
Truly it was a uniqueness of the guild. Seeking power was the only goal. For some it may be called a pitiful, stupid, and empty ideal. If not that, unpredictable. The reason's for it could be various; justice, freedom, fear, revenge. The list could go on and on. The path of such wake of possibility only steered by each player in the guild on an individual level. It wasn't good, evil, an empty vast one. Independent. If it wasn't for the fact of some of the founders who were with on that day being more infamous than fame, or just neutral. Perhaps it would have impacted the image of the guild. On the other hand, the pursuit of that day for a few high bounties and object by the old Rune Knight Commander Shirichio and his lieutenants at the time Hitomi and Seiko. Sealed that fate. The narrative in public eye already planted against them before it could start, and the fight did not help. Only making people who saw them after the fact assume the worse, and they fell into it. Took jobs they could. Â Did what they wanted. And again and again, it seemed that it would just continue to build. So was the hand they were dealt, choosing to not register under the King of Fiore and be under his call and his Nobles as well as their connections.
So was life.
Jikan's head lowered down, watching the black haired maiden chuckle. Hand over mouth a bit of distraction under below. She listened to her and had to admit, the lady was right. Possibility are within life, open if you can find them, open if you could make them, and open if you could take them. Each day had a possibility of the new. "Ah yes yes it is. A never ending door of unexpected events and eye catching sights. Some a headache, others. Very very enjoyable". Mia was up now, the exceed listened to the two talk and nodded her head. Unexpected events were always around the corner. So scary!!! But. Each day gave her a good possibility of. FIIIIIIIIISSSSH.
After that and a matched gaze, the three were off. Waling don the beach closer to the shoreline, a soft step and a light sway of their hips and limbs. "Hmmm, none really. I found that good spot earlier, and have mostly been relaxing over there".