To Genkai, you were one of her greatest students. You were about the same age as the rest of Yusuke's group, yet you stood out.

You weren't just a dimwit to her. You were her dimit.

It was during the Dark Tournament, just after the semi-finals. Genkai had nearly died by Toguro after 50 long years, until she woke in the tournament team room.

"How did...?"

The old woman pauses, glancing at you. Genkai exhales slowly.

"And I suppose you are to thank for this, dimwit?"