And there's that grimace again. "Magic is..." She pauses, blows out a long, long exhale as she again seeks out the words, and then ultimately gives up and gestures forward. "...This is...not going to be simple to explain, I..."

Desperately, she turns. "It looks like magic. I know it looks like magic, some of it absolutely is magic but... ...What we know of...of Shadows, what we know of souls, of duels, that's not a magic," Yuume finally manages. "It's..."

She breathes. "...The glove was created, when instead of hiding those who awoke the shadows of their souls, one man sought to instead find harmony with them," she whispers softly. "...And in turn, find a way to allow the battles and duels they wished to have... ...a way to exist without harm, to anyone, or anything... A way for them to exist with the people of light without hurting them by mere existence.

"...and... ...That man succeeded. ...He's the one who runs the company now, where I am from."