Chapter 28: Thank you Oda, for a fantastic story to read, watch, and write about. I do love One Piece.
So, What does an award ceremony or a rich admiral's house look like at HQ look like, I wonder? Well, I don't know. It is something that we have never seen before in One Piece. So, I guess I'll be using my imagination for this one. :D
By the way, I'm describing from my perspective and vision how Tashigi would look with my knowledge of what most swordswoman build up.
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Tashigi's Heart: The Truth behind the Lies
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It took us four weeks, after we had received our eternal pose, to arrive at headquarters. And we're greeted with due respect, and promoted as promised. The dark and large hall, where many Marines of important members of government had gathered, had been lit up with multiple lights that reflected off the polished surfaces. Everything was grand and massive. It was the first time that I had actually been there and it was breath-taking.
They then decided to hold a publicity trial and bring to light all that the cunning and conniving Warlord Crocodile had been doing in secret. The trial was recorded on transponder snails and sent world wide and made available to the public. I wasn't very happy at being asked to talk about the injustices of Crocodile, while being ordered not to even mention any of the Strawhats' names. It just seemed wrong not to give them at least some of the credit. We took credit for everything. And later even if I hadn't said anything, someone who write down a false confessional statement that I had never been shown or something that I had refused to say. The whole thing left me with a bitter taste in my mouth.
Thankfully, it was all over soon. The day passed away and the night dawned. It was then that I received an unexpected gift. A gift from a very famous person, which shocked me and made me reconsider the irresponsible behaviour of our Government.
It soon became quite clear that it wasn't just simply a gift, but a pleasant pre-thought to the invitation I supposedly would have received. And as it turned out I had been invited, along with Smoker, to an officer's retirement celebration, and the sort of after party that celebrated the 'saving of the land Alabasta from a turned Warlord's clutches'.
I was exhausted from all the things I had to deal through during the day so I fell asleep not worrying to much about it. I mean it's obviously a party right? It was going to take place the next day so I won't have to prepare that much for it.
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Next day:
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I have always hated moments like this.
There is a very good reason that I only ever where shirts, jackets, trousers and practical foot wear. It makes me feel braver and more comfortable about myself, while being surrounded by men. And when I dress that way I become just a little more invisible as a woman, and become more expectable to men, and they start to see me as an actual person they can talk to instead of a person they will just talk about. I prefer the concept of being a man's friend instead of a beautiful idea that sits somewhere far away and is unapproachable.
I hate moments like this.
You might think that having supposedly won against Crocodile in Alabasta that I could choose what I want to wear to the officials' dining celebration after the awards ceremony. But alas, no! It won't do. I tried on the dress given and it was a size to small I thought, but when I asked around for an adjustment everyone said it was meant to look the way it did.
Have you ever owned a glove when your hand can't move? Well I have, and right now it feels like I'm wearing that glove. The silky black dress that I was given as a gift was tight and well fitted. It was totally inflexible around the bust and had an inbuilt padding that pushed my breasts up and showed them a little to much. The dress was floor length and a lot of useless fabric that seemed to be gathered up on one hip and then trailed down to the floor. It was zipped up at the back and everything from the thighs to my beasts were constricted. I could hardly move. Or Breath. Or be myself. I just felt so self-conscious.
I don't really think about my body shape as a woman that much, but when I'm wearing these very feminine clothes I really do. I feel to constrained. I mean... I understand why they might want to distinguish between men and women, and how some people like to see women as beautiful as they can be. But these are the people who have never seen me in a dress. I'm a swordswoman. I have muscles that must women frown upon because it looks unnatural to them. A sleeveless dress just won't look good on me.
I thought about making up an excuse not to go, but that wasn't really an option I wanted to take. It wasn't like I couldn't turn up to this event. This was the sort of thing I had been wanting now for years. This was my time to shine. I can put up with a little bit of social discomfort. It was about showing respect and duty. I couldn't possibly turn the invitation down when I had been giving such a generous gift by a hero of the Marines.
I frowned, he definitely wasn't what I was expecting from the man that went head to head with the king of the Pirates.
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My dress was long. Far to long. My heels seemed to have been designed with the dress in mind, as they brought the blasted hem of the stiff black material just a few millimetres off the floor. The shoes made this terrible clicking sound that gave away my location to everyone around.
As Smoker and I arrived at the retiring general's house and park he pulled me aside and told me to be careful, and then he made his way to the stairs at the entrance and not waiting marched on. I walked up after him quickly, but my annoying dress got in the way.
My ankle turned when the fabric got twisted and I took the wrong step, and sent me falling up the stairs. "Damn it!" the words slipped from my mouth as I notice my error. How do I manage to fall up the stairs?
I shook off the ground shock and tried to stand up, but the stupid dress remained tangled. "Blast it all!"
Smoker spoke in a voice filled with sarcasm and mockery, "Stop fooling around Tashigi. Anyone would think you're trying to get everyone's attention." he sigh, grabbed my hand and yanked me up.
"Well at least this awkward thing, is still in one piece." I tried to sound cheerful.
"Try and not make a fool of yourself tonight." Smoker told me off. "There will be a lot of big shots about tonight."
"Sounds like fun." I replied. Not really.
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"Hallo! Tashigi!" Called out a voice from behind, I felt someone pat me hard on the back almost bolling me over; thankfully I had a table infront of me to prevent me from falling. "You're looking good with that dress on!" Yikes! Doesn't he have any volume control to his voice. This is so embarrassing!
"Thank you Vice Admiral Garp. And it is a very generous gift." I said with a smile. I did mean it. It was a generous gift, but maybe not the right gift for me.
"Yeah well it not something I can use right? HAHAHAHAHA!" Wow he's so loud!
"And I got that thing back in the day when my son and his wife were about to have a baby. I planned to give it to his wife when she had slimmed down, but unfortunately she was never able to. My stupid son got lost at sea, and his wife die during the pregnancy. So this dress has never been out before."
"Um, I'm so sorry for your loss, and had no idea."
"No, No, none of that. It happened a long time ago! Don't think about it. Besides go stuff yourself with the food here." He pointed to a long table off to the side. "That table has some really good tasting food on it. So stuff yourself!"
He was gone all to quickly for my taste. I was just starting to get used to him, and then he just disappeared. I went over to the table, but soon found that I had no appitite really because my stomach had been squeezed beyond natural, and was simply feeling full already. Dispite the fact that I hadn't eaten properly in 8 hours.
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Overall this evening had been very dull and with not a stroke of anything fun or interesting happening to me or anyone else (and I don't mean falling down stairs or the awards ceremony). I don't like these sort of partys. Unless of cause there is someone of great charisma, charged with excitement who likes to entertain crowds with some brilliant, dashing stories. But alas Vice Admiral Garp had disappeared for the afternoon and I couldn't find him anywhere.
I knew that I wasn't the sort of person who should try and start up a group conversation because my interest were not really interesting enough for a lot of this crowd. I tended to like starting conversations with complementing their weapons and telling them where it was made, who made it, and who has used it before them, and for some reason people just don't like you knowing more about their weapon than themselves. So, no … talking … When do it tends to make people step away and talk quietly with their friends and comrades giving me occassional odd glances that just make me feel like I want to disappear. So, no … talking …
Apparently, the officials at these sort of events like to bring immaculate, silent dolls that they hang as arm decoration. They're not real women, well none that I really see, but then again I don't spent that much time with women. And they don't seem to like talking to women who can and will attempt to explain why the training of many marines isn't adequate and how many men's lives have already been lost to a better prepared pirate crew.
This afternoon has been boring so far, so I sampled a few wines to entertain myself. And finished a few glasses. I knew I wasn't drunk though because I could walk in a steady line. Yes, I was fine. I didn't care that no one was talking to me.
But I was quite thirsty, but my dress didn't allow for much more of anything.
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There was a lot of classical music being played live, but I wasn't really very into it. To pass time I wondered from one place to the next admiring the architecture and paintings on the walls and ceilings. That was until I walked into, or I should say he walked into me because I was standing still, a young man. But anyway. I was glad I did.
Wow! Good looking handsome guy! I looked down at his hip. And he's a swordsman too.
I don't think of myself as a man hunter, and I'm not very practiced in that area either. But I can tell when something rare a beautiful crosses my path. I know when I should at least try.
"Hi! Sorry about that."
"So, Sergeant Major Tashnni is it?"
"Yes," I answered, "it's Tashigi." Well, I actually was just promoted. Didn't he hear? And he got my name wrong too.
"Oh, yes I remember now. You got that big promotion. Well, I'm Captain Telusu." He introduced himself whiping his blond out of his face, by twitching his head slightly to the side.
He then gave me a look over, and shook his head, "I would have never thought such a young looking girl like yourself could have defeated Crocodile and would still be alone."
I stuttered. "Well... I.." is he flirting with me?
"You're far more good-looking than I thought you'd be." Captain Telusu complemented.
Am I really all that good-looking? I never really thought about it that much. I caught a reflection of myself in the mirror to the side. Woe? I suppose it can happen. Bizarre?
"So?" he questioned, "Are you in any relationship at the moment?" His smile was very relaxed and welcoming.
"Um, no." I answered.
"Come on! A pretty girl like you can only remain single for so long." Oh, no he didn't just start up this conversation?
"Well there are times when I just don't want to get involved with relationships." Involved? I've never even been in one. I've been too busy reading and fighting to get bogged down by a relationship.
"Don't you ever feel like settling down? It must be difficult being out on the Grand Line as a woman."
Ignorant fool? I hate crap like this. "Well I actually rather enjoy it." I replied still smiling. "Everyday is a new challenge." Okay, so maybe looks can be deceiving. I hope he isn't really this shallow.
"But don't you ever feel the need to take a break from all the harshness and troubles in the crew." Telusu's eyes trailed up my body and rested of a while on my chest. Then he stepped forward putting up one hand to rest on the wall behind me.
To my shock he gently laid his other hand on my waist, leaned into me, and whispered. "How about we ditch these old folks? And find a spot where we can celebrate your promotion."
Damn it I'm blushing! And why is my heart beating so fast? It's not like I've never been flirted with before. But does he want me to do that...
"Are you sure you want to leave such a beautiful crowd without dancing first?" I said in what I hoped sounded like a cool and unimpressed voice as if I didn't really care. Maybe he'll change his mind. I don't think I'm his type.
He seemed to take it as a challenge and walked me out into the centre of the room where we joined in the now fast-paced music.
He was a really good dancer and I can safely say I was actually enjoying it. It was on these very few and far between moments in my life that I thanked my mother for insisting that I learned to dance like a lady. And I must say that walking to the sound of music is a whole lot easier than just walking. I don't know what it is. Maybe it's the rhythm that makes it easier, and it's the absence of this dancing concentration that makes me so clumsy.
The next song wasn't as rhythmical, but slow and romantic. I made a move to leave the dance floor, but the Captain didn't take the hint and held me close. I just was not used to this. Was this really exceptable behaviour?
Captain Telusu while holding one hand held captive and the other behind my back pressed me up against his body. It definitely accentuated all his muscles and helped me to move in time with him, but that can't really be counted as my body was hardly separated from his. I went from feeling annoyed at him to being turned on by him. How could I not? He had an amazing body. And this sort of thing never happens to me. Is it because I just got promoted? Or because he might see me as a good back up plan.
"So, has any man ever caught your attention that has made you want to chase after him to make him your own?"
The only one I can think of is … Zoro … NO WAY!
"No, I don't like mixing work and pleasure."
Oh dear, he sounds like my mother.
"So, you haven't done it with your Captain like people have been saying,"
What! No way!
"Sorry, I mean Newly promoted Commodore."
I knew what you meant, and is that what your sorry about?
"No I haven't."
"So you haven't done anything like this for a while then?"
"No."
I haven't even done anything like this befor... no … willingly. And why does it even matter?
"I'll make sure you have a good time." he whispered into my ear. His hand slid over my tight dress, and around my curves. I didn't do anything. Normally I'd just knock it off and walk away, but for some reason right then I wanted him to touch me. I wanted to be liked, and admired.
I was starting to feel slightly dizzy and light-headed. Was it because he was obviously flirting that I felt flattered, and … or was it because I hadn't had enough to drink.
The song finished almost abruptly, and I was pulled out of my moment of confusion. "I'm a little thirsty..." I started to explain.
"So you want to go and find something to drink?"
"Um, yes."
With that answered he pulled me out of the crowd through the exit and down the large corridors.
"Where are you going? The drinks are back in that direction." I was having a hard time following the dress didn't allow for a very big steps.
"I know, but I have something better in mind." he winked back at me.
oh, crap!
He brought me into an old and abandoned sitting room. It had beautifully large windows that overlooked the sea.
Telusu took off his smart overcoat and draped it over the table, that will ruin the vanish! "How about this for view?" he said walking to the window.
"The horizon or you?" Wait did I just say that out loud?
"Whichever you like best." He said laughing while leaning against the glass. "How far do you want to go?" he asked. I looked him over. Well, he was really beautiful, but I was just not used to this at all. I'm still feeling nervous. Should I risk it? Why not? You haven't had any other guy who has taken a fancy to you, and it's not like anyone will know.
"Only touch based handiwork." I said trying to sound bored as I laid back on the couch. "We don't want to shock anyone to death who might just come in while we're a little to bare." There are times when I'm impressed of my own acting skills. How can I be so calm on the outside when I'm shaking inside?
"Sure, you first or me?" he said as he made his way back to the couch. His angelic face seemed to be glowing with intensity and excitement.
"You do me." I answered. I don't even know what that means.
He pulled me up into a standing position, and moved himself behind me. "How about we stand by the window and look at the view, while 'just touching'?"
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I had no idea what I was getting into. And what my body could feel like when someone else was touching it.
He had brought me to the window and begun feeling me up straight away, but it was so different to anything I had ever done. His arms circled my waist and travelled up and down my body rubbing certain areas repeatedly. I didn't think that my heart-beat would increase so much, while not doing any exercise at all, but it was. I felt even more faint and light-headed than I had been before.
He held my arms to my sides and then had his hands cup my breasts rubbing and tugging on them through the stiff dress. When that wasn't enough he plunged his hand down the front of my dress, and started squeezing and twisting my breasts there, while the other hand was rubbing my lower stomach.
This was really exciting, but something just didn't feel right. I didn't want to do this here with this person. Or with this dress on, or without. I don't want this. I shouldn't be doing this.
"Stop. This isn't very comfortable." I pushed him back a bit.
"Then how about we start becoming more comfortable."
"No. Just stop." I said, getting a little angry. Why had I let this continue? I'm so stupid. "I'm sorry, but I'm not up for this like I thought I was."
"Your flushed face says otherwise." He moved a little bit closer. "How about I show you what I can do to you on the floor?" He spun me round knocking me off balance. I landed on my hands and knees refusing fall on my face.How dare he! I just said that I didn't want to. This was it! This is enough.He unzipped the back of my dress and reached around to my front.
A little bit ahead of me was a table with a vase of flowers on it. Instintively, I reached out and grabbed the neck of the vase, with flowers and all, and brought it down on Captain Telusu's head. The vase shattered and he instantly stopped and fell to the floor. A little worried I checked his pulse. Still beating, I think that should be good enough for now.
"Well! I'm sorry." I said to the unconscious man. I hope he doesn't hold it against me.
I stood up still feeling angry with him and frustrated with myself, as I tried to do up the stiff zip again. It wouldn't go up the whole way. Blast it all!
I squatted down to pick up the broken vase, and I heard two tearing sounds. I slowly stood up and turned around looking into the mirror that was conveniently infront of me. There it is! One rip under my right arm down the seam of the black silky fabric. I turned again and started giving myself a miny body survey. There's the other one. A tear down the left leg. What had the designer been thinking when he designed these clothes. Did he not want the woman to move at all? Am I supposed to just stand around dead straight not moving or bending all night? Maybe that was the key. Or it could be quite possible I had increased a size. I frowned thinking about it. It had been a while since I last bought any new clothes, but still! Clothes aren't supposed to be able to be ripped off someone's body.
I let that thought dwell in my mind a little to long and felt a selfish sickness take over. Maybe they were.
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I made my way into another room trying to get as far away from Captain Telusu as possible. And tried to find something to fix my dress, but to no luck. Why? Because I'm not lucky.
Suddenly, I heard movement outside the door, and like an idiot instead of just standing graciously upright I hid behind the couch 'just in case it was Telusu awake again'.
I did not expect a couple to walk in. A couple I knew quite well. I just managed to catch a glimpse of them from around the edge of the couch. One was following the other, and the one being followed was ignoring the one following, while carrying the biggest collection of beer glasses I had seen in a long time, and the smell of smoke instantly filled the room.
"Look Smoker! Hina's upset! You can't just flirt with those girls if you want me."
"Hum..." Smoker replied.
"If you do continue to do this? Hina doesn't want you anymore."
"I know that. We had this discussion 5 years ago. I told you already, I don't care." Smoker replied. He became silent, and I started hearing the sound of him stacking up his glasses on on top of the other.
"Then why were you flirting with Hina in Alabasta?" Hina replied again referring to herself in the third person.
"Because I felt like it."
Hina was silent for a long time until she asked. "You fancy yourself starting up with Tashigi don't you?"
I felt my stomach drop. What no way! There was no way my Captain liked me. Hina was way off her mark. "...She is ten years younger than you." Hina added with a scoff-like tone in her voice. "Why do you think she would give you a second glance?"
"Even if I did like her, what business is it of yours?" Smoker retauted through his smoky word mufflers.
"Well someone needs to warn her. Kissing a guy who smokes just tastes foul."
"You should have told me that when I started." he took another smoky breath and stacked up another stone onto his pile that littered the table. "If I remember rightly you were one of the ones that bet that I couldn't smoke for a whole year on cigars. And two years ago I started on two."
"Hina's mad Jon Smoker! Pay attention to Hina!"
Jon Smoker lifted up his head and surveyed his pink-haired ex-girlfriend. "What?"
"Do you want Hina or not?" she asked. She looked very beautiful right then her long pink hair being held up in a bun and some falling in cascading waves down her back, she was wearing a shocking deep red dress that made her look stunning. If I was a guy I'd say yes.
"No Hina. It's over. It's been over for a long time."
"Fine!" Hina slammed her foot down into the middle of the table knocking over all the balanced glasses with the shock. "You shall never be given another chance Jon!"
"Fine. You finished?" At his words she stormed out of the room and slammed the door, locking me in.
Blast! Now I can't get out without Smoker over-hearing, or seeing him. I'll have to wait for him to leave first and who knows how long that will take. I don't think I've ever heard anyone call him by his first name. Jon? Hummm, I don't know? It sort of fits, but I'm not sure.
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He just sat there staring into the pile of glasses that had fallen over. He wasn't doing anything. Come on! Just leave already!
"You can come out now." Smoker spoke into the silence.
What? No way! He can't have known I was here. I have been silent the whole time.
"You can either come out or I can smoke you out?" he took in a deep breath and started filling the air with the poison. Blast you Smoker! Okay I'll come out.
"Um, sorry." I stood up from my hiding place.
Smoker looked puzzled. He probably didn't want me to be the one to have heard this conversation. "You've been here all this time?"
"Um, yes. … I'm sorry Captain … I mean Commodore Smoker."
"Don't called me Commodore! That sounds stupid!"
"Right. I just came in here earlier to find something to fix my dress."
"Why, what's wrong with it?" he growled, and slowly stood up and walked towards me.
"It ripped." I answered. He gave the motion with his fingers for me to step forward. And I did, but for some reason I felt really guilty. He bent down and inspected the dress itself. How embarrassing!
"I'm sorry I overheard such a private conversation. I didn't mean too."
"I know that, don't let it bother you. A lot of people have heard the story already. It's not been the first time Hina's yelled at me." He found the tear at the side of my hip. "I see what you mean," He tried pulling the fabric back together, but the dress itself was too tight. "you definitely did get the worst sort of dress. Can you even move?"
"Not really. That's why it ripped. Because I was stupid enough to try."
"Huha." Smoker laughed.
"By the way Smoker, about what Hina was saying. Is it true?" the words were so hard to say and almost caught in my throat.
"Which part? She was saying lots of things." What? Why was he making her say this? …
"Um, well … do you like me the same as she seemed to be suggesting?"
"Listen Tashigi. It doesn't really matter whether I like you or not. A relationship should only be started when two people are in a position to commit to each other. I made the mistake of thinking it would be fun to have a few relationships between jobs, but it was hell. Some people become very possessive of the person they like and try to run their lives and it's not worth it most of the time."
He looked back up at me. "I'd only consider a woman who enjoyed the same life style as me, who would be around most of time, and who would actually want to listen to me rather than just talk to my face and not want any answer back." he stood back up and shook his head. "Well that is broken. I don't know how to fix it. Maybe you could try gluing the sides together, or sticking holes in the fabric and weaving those thin leafy things through it." he pointed to the flower arrangement on the other side of the room. But his comedy fell on deaf ears. He noticed the zip then and zipped me up. He didn't say a word about how it might have come undone.
I felt really awkward again. So, was that a yes? Was he saying he liked me or was considering me? Or was he just being polite and avoiding the question. "But, I don't understand? Why would you just like me or not like me? I haven't done anything to encourage you, have I?"
"No."
"And I'm not really that pretty or experienced. I don't see how …"
"Stop it Tashigi. Why do you think a man wants to be with a woman who is experienced?" he clamped me over the head with his hand then wrapped his arm around my waist in a half-hearted hug. "Foolish girl. One of the greatest joys in life is seeing someone experiencing something for the first time." He gave my waist a squeeze then let go.
He hit me over the head again. "Okay? So don't let their stupidity get to you."
"Okay," What is exactly going on now? "but I still don't understand. Do you like me or not? I just want a simple answer."
What happened next was very unexpected. Smoker pulled both cigars out of his mouth and smothered them in one of the glasses on the table. He then pushed me backwards into the couch, and just stood there looking down at me for a while.
"What are you...?" I was interrupted by his lips crashing into mine. His arms holding him up while resting on the couches' back-board blocking me from moving to either side. His kiss was intense, and good, by what I had to go on already, but it just felt so strange. This was Smoker. It was Smoker.
He pulled away as slowly, capturing my shocked eyes with his own. "Does that answer your question?" he got up, and offered a hand to me. "Now, remember this doesn't change anything. We're both Marines and we don't let our personal feelings get in the way of duty. You know of my admiration to you, but don't act any differently towards me because of it. I won't be doing that again unless you say you want it."
"Yes, sir." his reply filled me with relief. I don't think I could like Smoker that way, but somehow I did feel safe around him. He didn't try and force it. His answer was truthful and he had stopped.
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We made our way back out of the room and down the corridor.
"I don't think I ever heard your first name mentioned 'til now. Jon Smoker? It sounds good."
"Hummmm. Okay well that's my name. And it isn't really that big a secret."
We soon came to set of stairs and were making our way down them fine until I heard a "CLUNK! PUCK!"
"What did you do this time?" said Smoker, turning back around for me.
"Oh, Crap! The Heel!"
"So what? What's wrong with your heel?" he muttered through his cigars.
"It's my shoe! It's broken!" How am I going to manage this one?
"You're a walking disaster today aren't you?"
"Don't be mean!" I attempted to make my way slowly down the stairs, but this time my other foot betrayed me and I tripped.
BASH!
CRASH!
SMASH!
BOOM!
I reached the bottom in a heap, and I tore even more of my dress.
"Hey Tashigi? You still sure?" Smoker called out laughing.
"Ohhhhh! I've had enough!" I pulled both shoes off my feet and made my way to the outside door. When I went outside it was really refreshing to feel the sea breeze, on my angry hot face. I pulled up my stupid-looking, broken high heeled shoes and threw them out to sea.
"Good-bye!" I said to the useless piece of equipment as I sent them to the new world. Goodbye the pain in my feet, goodbye the stupid-looking girly steps. High heels were designed by the devil to encourage women to make fun of themselves and for men to laugh at how stupid they looked.
I could hear Jon, I mean Smoker chuckling behind me, but I didn't care. I didn't look back at him as continued to walk on down the building's side.
I wish it was a ship. It was strange to be so close to the sea and not be able to feel the gentle rise and fall of the waves.
I intend on spending some quality time with the only person that I feel comfortable with. Myself.
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I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS! SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO UPLOAD. PLEASE SEND ME A REVIEW OR PM. :D
This is my longest chapter I've ever written. And I really enjoyed it.
What do you think of Smoker's first name? I don't know if Smoker is supposed to be his real name or if it's supposed to be a name that was given to him after he ate his devil fruit. So I gave him another name.
By the way, to all you Oda drawing fans. I love One PIECE, but Tashigi and Zoro would not be able to look the way they do with so many years of practising the art of the sword. Zoro would look like a tank (thank you time skip you did great!) and Tashigi would be a lot stronger in general. And that means she would actually have solid looking muscles, not stick arms and legs. I don't know how many of you have ever done any gymnastics, or martial arts, or climbing, or constant sports, or swimming, but you can't remain a stick. It's just not possible you become stronger and you build up you muscles and you look great.
Yes, to all you who are sceptical, woman can look great with a toned body. Which is why I don't understand why a toned body can't be more frequently drawn in Manga or Anime. Women do come in other sizes rather than just Baby Busty or miss no boobs. Women can get six packs. DRAW IT!
Common Anime/Manga flaw that I greatly dislike.
