Il semble que la confusion était le mot du jour. La question de Léon a été rencontrée avec seulement une réponse du vent, hurler tranquillement au loin. Il a frotté le coin de l'œil avec son noeud scannant la zone, s'attendant à ce que ce soit une sorte de test. Peut-être que ce Tumble n'était qu'un leurre et que le vrai regardait d'une sorte de point de vue? Cependant, le but d'un tel test a échappé à Léon. Quoi qu'il en soit, il était confus à propos de la situation.
Il a tourné la tête en entendant quelqu'un d'autre s'approcher. Bien sûr, elle s'est présentée, mais avant une autre, le silence plus maladroit pouvait suivre une autre fille apparut. Puis vint le silence maladroit. Leon a ouvert la bouche pour parler quelques fois, mais honnêtement, il n'avait aucune idée de ce qu'il fallait dire. Ensuite était un singe assez peu enthousiaste, posant une introduction beaucoup plus affirmée au groupe.
Il était relativement simple de comprendre ce qu'étaient le singe et les bizarreries du dragon. L'autre fille, cependant, était un mystère. Quoi qu'il en soit, il semble que l'arrivée du quatrième membre ait suffi à réveiller Tumble. Un petit sourire grandit sur son visage à la mention de prouesses de combat. Cependant, le petit factoïde qu'il pourrait être l'un des plus expérimentés de combat dans un groupe composé d'une majorité sans aucune expérience de combat était un facteur. Léon a choisi de supposer que les dix autres étaient tous des guerriers endurcis et qu'il n'était qu'un prodige.
Il n'avait pas de vraies questions à ce jour. Il s'intéressait à ce qu'elle avait prévu pour les quatre, mais il supposait qu'elle s'y plongerait plus profondément sous peu. Si seulement pour remplir le silence, il a parlé.
"Je suis encore un peu confus sur la raison pour laquelle nous sommes réunis ici de tous les endroits."
Leon Woo

Male

17

Leon is somewhere inbetween a loudmouth and a mute. He isn't one to voice his opinion on every little thing, but contributes to conversation when he knows or is interested in a topic. Due to his past experiences looking after his brother, he's grown quite accustomed to trying to keep himself and his friends out of trouble, opting to try and resolve conflict through words rather than action. Quite the oxymoron for a chap who carries a sword about with him you would think. Speaking of, one of the few things that he'd actually get fired up over is his heritage, regardless of how bad a person his father may have been he still carries great pride in his surname and family.
Leon hates to be alone, he just begins to think depressing thoughts when he's left alone for too long. As a result he tries to surround himself with others as much as possible, secretly craving approval without ever showing it. He'll often worry for hours on end about things he said that may have come off as embarrassing or offensive, even if they weren't at all.

Being the son of a high ranking Japanese gang member isn't as easy a life as you think it'd be. Especially when you're only half Japanese. Leon spent the most part of his early life learning how to fight or participate in various other criminal activities, tough love at it's most extreme. His father hardly ever showed affection. The few times he did being well out of sight of other gang members. After his brother was born, this lack of affection only increased, with his father having little time to care for either of the brothers on top of his work and maintaining his tough guy image.
Life continued like this for years, until Leon was about 7. It was at this point a rival gang began encroaching on his father's territory. They were much bigger and much more well equipped so the takeover was a piece of cake. If it had not been for his foolish pride, Leon's father wouldn't have been brutally gunned down before Leon's very eyes.
Life after this was a rush to say the least. Leon's mother had to keep moving in order to evade police or gang capture, with Leon and his brother tagging along with little more than confusion in their possession. Life was tough to say the least. When Leon became of age he got a part time job on top of his schoolwork, attempting to provide for his mother and brother as best he could.
His mother was the one who practically forced him to join Tumble. Believing it was the only way for him to get a proper education and make something of his life. Leon begrudgingly accepted. He'd never thought of himself as a 'hero', but the idea grew on him.

Spin - In layman's terms Leon is able to spin anything he touches. While at first this may sound useless, it is actually rather good for building momentum for thrown objects. Currently, Leon is only able to spin objects in his hands, limiting the size of his available arsenal to anything he can lift. However, he has been tampering with literally spinning the air into balls capable of physical damage. However, he is nowhere near good enough for this to be useful at any distance past directly in front of him. Of course, the more he spins something the faster it begins to move which can result in the skin on Leon's hands and potentially forearms to begin to painfully chip away until he stops spinning said object. Furthermore, concentration is paramount when using his quirk, if he is careless the object could go flying backwards into himself.

Boxing - From a young age, Leon had been trained in the art of boxing. Admittedly, he hasn't done it in quite a while, but the skill still remains to a degree.
Tailoring - Having to sew his own and his brothers clothing over the years has made Leon quite the apt tailor.
Football - Leon isn't too bad at the sport. In fact, his 'keepie-uppie' skills are unmatched by anyone he's yet to meet.


 Leon's eyes began to flutter asleep as he lay sprawled out over the dingy sofa he'd grown so accustomed to. As soon as he was asleep, he was awake again, with the shrill shriek of his mother acting as a pseudo alarm clock as she entered the house. She sprinted over to the now awake boy, rubbing his eye with his palm as he slid into a sitting position.
Thinking he was in trouble, Leon quickly began searching his mind for any misdeeds he had recently done and any excuses he could think to move the blame away. Surprisingly enough his mother looked happy, ecstatic even, she clutched a letter in her hand reading it over and over again as if the text would change if she didn't keep her eye on it.
"You got accepted!"
"What?" Asked Leon, still half-asleep.
"By Tumble's agency!" Leon was slightly confused by this revelation. He'd been too preoccupied with school and work to even remember applying, let alone see the letter when he had came home earlier. A small smile grew on his face, it'd been a while since his mother had been this happy.
"Oh yeah, I declined that earlier." He lied, teasing people was fun, especially when they were as gullible as his mother. Speaking of which, a look of unbridled rage had swept across her face as she moved across the room, grabbing a newspaper, rolling it up and proceeding to beat the now laughing, Leon with it under his cries explaining the joke to her.