The Name D.

The deep smell of salt water filled my nose, as the warm sun beat down on my back. The light breeze swept my strawberry blonde hair as I moved through the crowded streets of one of Water 7's city's. The crowd in front of me parted, curious stares and whispers followed along with a beaten unconscious figure which I was dragging behind me. Ahead I saw the gates of the Marine Corps. standing tall and proud over the prominent city. A guard standing in front of the gates yelled, "Halt! State your name and business!" as he pointed a spear at me. Looking at his stature and his trembling knees I could tell he was a rookie that was stuck with the slump job.

"I'm here for the bounty on this man," I stated throwing the unconscious figure in front of his feet,

"And your name?" he said. The guard next to him nudged his side and said,

"You don't know who that is?" he said astounded, "She's one of the most

famous bounty hunters of the east blue! The Ivory Sword Maiden, Camillia D. Luna!"

Guards POV

When I heard that name my heart skipped a beat and dropped into my stomach. I looked over the annoyed girl, who stood arms crossed and wore a sullen expression. Long strawberry blonde hair, ice blue eyes that would stop you cold, and a large katana across her back with two at her hip. No one knows where she came from, who her family is, or really anything about her. She just walked up to the base one day, stood right in front of THE Monkey D. Garp and said she wanted to join.

Over the last 3 years the pirates decided to give her the title of The Ivory Sword Maiden and her name quickly spread as one of the most feared bounty hunters in the east blue despite how she is only 17.

"I-I'm sorry Lady Luna! I was a fool to not recognize you!" I stuttered, lowering my spear. She looked at me with her piercing blue eyes and walked up to me. She pointed at my chest and said,

"Dead." I blinked.

"What?" I said.

"Dead" she repeated. She then walked behind me and raised the spear making me hold it again. She started moving all around me and began fixing my stature. She answered my questioning gaze.

"Your stance is all wrong. Your hunching over and your grip is too high on your spear, spread your legs apart more, and the next time yell through your diaphragm, it will make you sound more intimidating." She picked up the unconscious man and walked into the base, tossing me my spear.

"I hope you improve the next time I see you." And with that she disappeared.