It was alright is the Amazon didn't return the bow. Since this was their first meeting after all.

❝ It is an honor and pleasure to meet you. Call me Shiro Yoshida. ❞

The language barrier was still there. But given enough time she would learn his native tongue. Perhaps he would understand hers too.

❝ I'll make a exception. ❞

Their hands shook up and down, before parting away. The pleasant head dissipating from his touch. Suddenly he bowing before her at a forty-five degree angle.

It was customary for his people to show respect from such a deep bow. Before standing straight up. —

❝ Where I come from. We do not shake hands first. But... ❞

An open hand was outstretched, firmly grasping her in kind to the greeting. The flame motifs around his wrists glowed slightly. With accompany a pleasant heat radiating from his touch. As if she was being bathed by the sun's gentle light. —

━ Iɴᴅ. Pᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ
━ Eᴀʀᴛʜ-616 ʙᴀsᴇᴅ.
━ Mᴜʟᴛɪsʜɪᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ Cʜᴇᴍɪsᴛʀʏ
━ Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ & Lɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ
━ Mᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ Tʜᴇᴍᴇs ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ

— took the shape of a butterfly, enhancing the fierce look of this fiery warrior. His hands reached up for his mask, taking it off to the side. Now revealed not to be the herald of a god. But nonetheless, carried the majesty of the sun.

❝ With who does Sunfire have the 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙧 of speaking too? ❞

He was dressed in a predominantly red, skintight suit, with white vertical stripes on his torso and a yellow flames motif around his ankles and wrists. He was slightly shorter than her by a few inches. The real eye catcher was his red mask which covered most of his face above his mouth.

Which —

As miniature sun descended onto the ground. The black silhouette of man, became more visible by the second. The brilliance of stellar light dimed down entirely. Finally she saw a man in the center of the makeshift sun almost touched mother Earth.

❝ I apologize. But I do not speak your language. ❞