“I don’t mind talking about the Tyranitar, but there’s not a whole lot to say. It wasn’t anything all that special, it was just a fight. We were traveling and ended up passing too close to it’s territory. It took offense, and then bit me. I fought it off, and we ended up getting away without any more injuries. The other scars, though?” Yuuna peeled up the bottom of her tank top, showing several more healed scars along her stomach and sides, along with the copious amounts of muscle that came from her Fighting typing. “These were from some Beedrill that I stirred up by accident in the ruins, and a couple of booby traps.”

Honestly, as morbid as it seems, the competitive Fighting Type woman is pretty proud of these scars. They’re not so bad.