Yumi looked at the man with a mix of confusion and frustration. She had never been one to engage in physical confrontations, let alone fight monsters. The idea of facing danger head-on was foreign to her, and she couldn't comprehend how someone could find enjoyment in it.
"But... I don't even know how to fight," she replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "It's not something I've ever experienced or learned. To me, fighting is associated with pain, fear, and the risk of losing everything. It's not fun or thrilling; it's a daunting and terrifying prospect."
She paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts. "Music, on the other hand, has always been my refuge. It's a way for me to express myself, to find solace and healing. When I play my trumpet or sing, it's like the world fades away, and I can transcend my own limitations. It's a different kind of battle, one that brings people together and touches their hearts. And this one? Having to fight these... b-beast I know nothing about and a world I know nothing... How do you expect me to spread my music when blood is all over my hands?"
Yumi's words carried a sense of vulnerability and honesty. She wanted the man to understand that everyone had their own way of facing challenges and finding joy. For her, the power of music was her weapon, and she hoped that he could see the value in that.