The Demon's Pound of Flesh[Solo][Shadow Mission]

Shadow missions. Such a waste of time. As if there would ever be any shortage of Grimm to fight. Even still. It paid right? And dust wasn't free. Sweet sweet dust. So here's to day one. Yin stepped into the cold butchery. He second impression of the butcher was only barely better than the first. He was a rough, round man, and the spatter of blood on every inch of him begged at one to wonder just why it was he bothered with the apron. The first impression were the extensive rumors surrounding his services. Though, more than alarm her, they simply sparked a sick curiosity of what teenagers tasted like. More so if his name's pun was intended. Shrugging it to the side, she moved to greet her "instructor", all to wary of a handshake, or any form of contact in general.

Wan grumbled at what he saw as a stroke of great misfortune. "Sending me more kids." He audited his complaint, Yin's presence in the room obviously making no difference on his etiquette. She had to sympathize. She hated kids, and people her age too. They were all too stupid to know a hole in the ground from their a- "Well don't just stand there. Give us a name. I suspect you know mine." He huffed, sending a blade through a piece of meat with an expert thud, and perfect precision like only experience could grant. Yin smirked at the man's bluntness, knowing he was simply the kind who's respect you earned. He was rude, but somehow it was hard to hold it against him. "Yin. Yin Sterling. I look forward to being the exception to the rule." She responded in her usual stoicism. His only response was a rough scoff, marking he knew that claim well. Something about the challenge of earning such a man's respect would be a hundred times more rewarding than the mission itself. Social crawls were always so intricate, and a person's mind was always so unique. The man slammed a clean cleaver into the cutting board next to his, laying an over-sized apron that had no chance of fitting Yin next to it. "We gonna get to work, or do all you kids just waste time?" He asked fully serious, eliciting another smile to crawl across Yin's face. She looked forward to this. Her curiosity demanded this go well.

Yin huffed, thoroughly exhausted by now. To think that a cleaver could feel so heavy. They had been at it for an eternity, and the old man hadn't even broken a sweat. A bead rolled down Yin's forehead, and threatened her eyes. Instinct wailed to wipe it away, but Yin simply didn't like having blood on her face that much. Wan offered Yin a glance, merely sizing up her pitiable condition. "All you students are the same. Supposed to be big tough fighters, or something, and here you are. Couldn't lift a sack of grain if yer life depended on it. Bunch a-" THWACK. Yin sent a cleaver into her work as a show of defiance, comically censoring the man, and eliciting an aggravated grunt from him. It's pretty clear he either liked the sound of his language, or the thought that Yin was just another stripling. Probably both. Still, Yin liked to play with the idea that she was less fortunate in life. It certainly would have been more interesting that way. Nothing like a challenge. She would think, smirking inwardly, and trying at a few fatigued swings. While her pride wouldn't let her stop. It seemed it wouldn't be long before her body did. There was something to be said about those who didn't fancy themselves a book worm.

Yin was completely spent. This man was an unstoppable force of butchering, it seemed. She had no idea the condition she would be in if she didn't have the kind of Semblance she did, but she was certain it was somewhere in between dead and buried, and dragged home unconscious by an Academy Professor. The apron had done it's fair part, leaving the question open once again of just how Wan managed to get blood on every conceivable inch of his body. At this point, she had no choice but to assume it was his sheer tenacity, and the same reason he had yet to break a sweat. Here she was, training to protect the people she was being out muscled by. She had to say she'd found a new respect for Wan and his ilk. Civilians were a wonder all their own.

Wan smiled down to his charge, then turned his head to the orange sun kissed area trickling outside. The light trickling in through the large windows of the shop. They had spent the last bit of their day cleaning up the incredible mess a man like Wan can make, and it was time for her leave. "Looks like I'm through with ya for the day. You held in there, huh? Not so bad for a stupid kid, but it definitely wasn't good." His voice resonated through the now quiet building. Yin offered a smirk, supposing that was his idea of a compliment. At any rate, it was probably the best she would get, so she would simply have to take it. She risked extending a hand for the man to shake, waiting patiently as he eyed it in debate of the sign of mutual respect in farewell. When he finally grasped her hand, she was engulfed in regret. His hand was a vice that made her look childish at best, and again wonder if he could kill more Grimm than her. Without another word, she turned to leave. If there was one thing she would take away from this, it was the perfect angle to dig a blade into someone.