O-Ren's response to a coconut flying at her head is much like her response to anything flying at her head. Her katana is out in a flash, a literal flash of light, and she has it lying in two halves on the boardwalk just as quickly.
Unfortunately, there's quite a bit of coconut milk in her hair now.
For a long moment, Wolf sits in the trees and stares at O-Ren. The monkey has already run off, disappeared into the trees, but Wolf is so stunned and amazed that he doesn't even notice.
"Wow!" he says finally, climbing out of the tree and dropping gracefully onto the boardwalk in a crouch, still staring at O-Ren with something bordering on reverence. "That was amazing."
"Not really," O-Ren says, wiping her sword off on the grass before she sheathes it. "Better the coconut than the monkey." She does end up smiling, a little bit, at his admiring expression.
Wolf stands when she tells him to, still staring at the sword and then at O-Ren. Even if she thinks it isn't, that's one of the best things Wolf has ever seen and he wishes he could do that.
(He can, really, but he doesn't use a sword. He tries not to think about that, though.)
"At home." O-Ren clarifies after a moment. "In Japan. I had many teachers. Some better than others." She looks at him for a long time, as if trying to read his face.
"Wolf," he says. "I'm Wolf." He's never heard of Japan, but that doesn't mean anything. There are many worlds, Wolf knows that now, many places where people can learn all sorts of things, neighbours to his own world and Jack's world. It's possible, even, that it's somewhere in his own world, but he doesn't think so.
O-Ren isn't sure how to explain it without a map. "I don't know anymore," she says. That's the simple truth. "I could show you on a map, but it doesn't mean anything while we're here. It's far away."
"Because that's what I am," he answers. "I'm a Wolf and so I'm Wolf." He's still a Wolf, even if he can't run with the moon on the island. "How come you have your name?"
People aren't named what they are in most places, he knows. Not even in his own world.
"That... makes sense," she finally decides. "And that's just what my mother named me, when I was born. She was very old-fashioned." She chews on the corner of her mouth, letting her fingers brush the hilt of her sword.
Wolf thinks about that, because Wolfs always look a little bit like people, but they're not. Not entirely. "I only look like a Wolf when I go with the moon," he settles on saying. "And I can't do that here. The island took that part away, but I'm still a Wolf."
Unfortunately, there's quite a bit of coconut milk in her hair now.
She squints.
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"Wow!" he says finally, climbing out of the tree and dropping gracefully onto the boardwalk in a crouch, still staring at O-Ren with something bordering on reverence. "That was amazing."
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"Stand up."
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(He can, really, but he doesn't use a sword. He tries not to think about that, though.)
"Where did you learn that?" he asks.
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"What's your name?"
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"Where's Japan?" he asks.
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"Why Wolf?"
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People aren't named what they are in most places, he knows. Not even in his own world.
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"You look like a person to me."
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