Sorry that I didn't update as of late, been busy with things…
I don't own One Piece or its characters, that honor belong to Oda-senpai. But I do own the OCs.
Italic means a thought.
( ) means author's notes but you won't be seeing many of this.
" " means talking.
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"I said was sorry," said Kate as I refused to talk to her. Never again will I model for anyone… ever! Not even for all the money in the world! How the hell do models this?! You need to turn your head a bit to the right, and then you need lean more left. And this and that… AAaarh! If I need to hear one more subject from Kate, I' am going to murder her!
"Well… Look on the bright side, we got some new clothes for free" said Eira. I looked at the new clothes Eira and me got, which was a purple short-sleeved shirt that showed my stomach with some low rider ripped blue skinny jeans with a blue belt. I keep the boots from the other outfit along with my jewelry. Eira was a simple black sleeveless shirt with blue shorts and black sandals. She also had this somewhat Indian style jewelry that she had got from her father. Although she has a point, I' am still not talking to Kate.
"Tori, the modeling couldn't have been that bad especially since the manger even gave you money for being a great model," said Kate.
"Try wearing about fifty formal dresses and posing for three hours, then we'll talk."
"At least it wasn't modeling for lingerie."
"Be graceful it wasn't."
"So if I find-"
"Shut it before I find something to cut that tongue of your."
"Alright my lips are sealed."
"That modeling really stressed me out…" I said as I stretch my sorrow muscles.
"What do you normally do when you're stressed out?" asked Eira.
"Swordplay or piano."
"So you're a swordswoman?"
"Tori is a fucking sword prodigy back home," replied Kate.
"I' am not a prodigy, I' am only good with katanas."
"You're good with any fucking Japanese sword."
"I guess we should get Tori a sword then, consisted how dangerous here is," said Eira as we both agree.
"Just a head up, Eira, but Tori is really picky with swords" I heard Kate said.
"What was that, Kate?" I said as I glared at Kate.
"Nothing, I said nothing."
Ya right…I thought as we entered a weapon shop, which was surprise to see that they have one in this part of town. The shop had many different types of katanas and guns and the shopkeeper was middle age man with hyper expression. But it looks like Kate was right; this is going to take a while.
"Welcome to my shop! How can I help you, young ladies?"
"I' am looking for a sword to buy, but I don't have a clue where to start…"
"Well, you came to the right place! So you're a swordsman?"
"You mean swordswoman?" corrected Kate as I rolled my eyes as the shopkeeper looked at Kate strangely.
"You can ignore her if you want," I stated.
"Um… yes, well then… let get started!" shouted the shopkeeper as start with a pile of swords. Yep, this is going to be a while.
~No one POV~
"How long this is going to take?" asked Eira.
"Knowing Tori, it will take fucking forever," replied Kate.
"So you want to look for weapons, too?"
"Nah, I may not look like it but I' am a mix martial artist."
"A mix martial artist?"
"It means I mix several other martial artist style together to my prefers. In my case it's Taekwondo and Karate."
"Ooo…"
"So are you going to look for one?"
"I'll look for a guns."
"You don't strike me as a sniper."
"I get told that a lot."
"How good are you?"
"My brother said my aim is really accuracy."
"You have a brother?"
"Yes, his name is Ravi."
"That cool, is he albino too?"
"No, he's not. What about you?"
"Third eldest out of ten children."
"Ten children?"
"Yep, and all are either twins or a triple."
"Wait, you have a twin?"
"Everyone in the family has at least has a twin! Even my fucking folks and grandparents are twins or triples! And don't even get me started with my cousins!"
"That a long line of twins."
"Tell me about…"
~Tori's POV~
Even after showing me a bundle of swords, I couldn't find the right one. Don't get me wrong, many of the swords were well crated, but they weren't right for me. Their length and weight were way off for my taste. But the shopkeeper didn't seem to mind, rather he seem to be enjoying himself.
"How about this one?" asked the shopkeeper as he handed be a katana with a black blade with the cross guard hand and a red saya. The sword is in great condition, clean and sharp. But it shared the same problems as the others, its length and weight wasn't for me.
"No, its length is closer to the idea, but its weight is too heavy for me," I explained.
"You are very picky," replied the shopkeeper.
"So been told, but I can't help it. I want to pick a sword that perfect for me and I want the sword chooses me."
"What do you mean?"
"Call me insane or stupid if you want, but I think every sword is a person. It has its own personality and its own history. And like people, it chooses who it wants to be with."
"So you don't care about appearances of the sword, rather you want is compatibility and acceptation between you and the blade?"
"Yes, that right."
"I wonder…" whispered the shopkeeper as I looked at him confused. The shopkeeper left me for a minute and came back with a blade that was completely different from the rest he showed me. It was a long sword katana with sheath white and light blue (Think of Zoro's shusui), but the biggest different it has from the others is the lack of the hand guard. Its length is longer than the average katana, and yet not long enough to be consisted a different class of blade. The old man handed me the sword, and the weight of it was extremely light consisting its length. The length and weight was perfect. Once I took the sword out of it sheath, I was amazed that blade didn't have the normal black and grey coloration, it have a silver and white coloration.
"The sword was truly a unique blade," I said.
"The blade is called Shirohime."
"White princess? The name suits her."
"So what do you think?" asked the keeper as I swung Shirohime several times and the follow between Shirohime and me was completely in sync.
"She's the perfect princess."
"I' am glad, someone can finally recognized Shirohime's value…"
"Then you had some customs with bad eyes, mister. Anyway, how much does she cost?"
"Normally a sword like Shirohime is extremely valuable and rare to come by. So costs of this swords are at least six hundred million beli or more."
"Then I can't afford her." I said as I return Shiro back to her saya and returned her to the owner. But the owner refused.
"Keep Shirohime, I don't think I'll find someone who see the blade as a person and takes the blade's consideration. Many have forgot that she is a very high-class sword and think she's a stick, so I won't benefit much from her. So she's yours."
"Thank you, I'll take good care of her."
"Your welcome" replied the shopkeeper as I tied Shirohime with white rope on her saya to my belt.
"Oi Tori! Are you done?" shouted Kate.
"Ya I' am finished!"
"Fucking miracles do happen! That was quick!" shouted Kate as the keeper looked at her strangely again. I went over there only to hear Kate say-
"Why the fuck do you want to buy a stick?"
Sometimes, I wonder how Kate is my best friend…
Saya is sheath of the sword, incase your wondering.
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