One True King
I never realized how comfortable laying on a cloud really is, it's like being wrapped in a warm, soft embrace made up of… something. I don't know, never had a bed this good before. This wonderful feeling makes it all the more jarring when I roll over and suddenly fall off the cloud. I bring this up as my body is tumbling because I like new experiences, and I can say with absolute certainty that after experiencing this, it is not fun and not recommended.
I won't lie and say that I was graceful, but I didn't scream at the very least. I just flailed around before I finally got my stride and got into a position resembling the pose I've seen skydivers do. The sharp winds cutting into me, hard breathing I had trouble controlling, and the fact that I could only hear the loud whooshing as I plummeted didn't make for a pleasant experience as you might've guessed. If you hadn't, well you're just weird then.
Speaking of pleasant experiences, have any of you ever tried sticking a landing after a big height? Like a high jump off the swings or off a tree? I also say this as the ground is rapidly approaching and I don't like the way the ground is looking at me. Look at its smug expression, knowing I'm probably going to die.
…I'm going to punch it.
"Ya hear me world, I'm gonna pound your face in!"
Now death is a great possibility I understand that, but all I'm saying is that I have nothing better to do. As I reared my fist back, I loudly proclaimed that I really didn't want to die and made to cave the ground in.
I don't want to die so I won't, simple as that. I reject this world's principles, laws, and rules. I'm better than all that shit, wanna know why.
Because I said so. It's as simple as that.
My fist neared the ground and the earth bent beneath me.
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Coming out of the crater I made was quite the experience, for one I never could create holes big enough to hold a large swimming pool, not that I liked swimming pools or anything. I don't like getting wet in general. It reminds me of the time I almost drowned. Where was I…?
Oh, and two I somehow came out without any damage. Not even the fist I used was hurt, it wasn't even covered in dirt or anything like that. Did my fist even hit the ground?
On the other hand (heh) myself was also clean of any layers of dust I could've gotten. I was right in the middle of it wasn't I?
Ah, who cares. I broke the ground whoop de doo. Where was I anyway?
Looking over my surroundings (I broke the trees too?) I was in the middle of a forest that may have a huge hole in it thanks to a certain somebody that looks strangely like me. What a coincidence. Anyway, I started walking through the wooded area.
Quite a scenic route, plenty of large, healthy looking… oak trees? They basically look like apple trees but without the apples, which is a shame as I am starving. Before I came here I forgot to eat dinner. And lunch.
"Eh, too late to care… I kinda want tacos for some reason."
Hands in my jean shorts pockets, I contemplated the benefits of scouring the forest for Mexican cuisine. I've only eaten tacos twice in my life anyway, but damn am I having the cravings for beef in between a corn binder. Interrupting my ramblings was hot air blowing me in the face, ugh I've always hated the heat. Made me into a sweaty mess after a few minutes of exposure, making my skin even darker than it already was.
This particular gust of hot air was more notable however, due to it being much hotter than I'm used to. I look over in the direction of the hot air and see a raging fire over a village.
"How'd I miss that?"
Seeing as I'm bored and hungry, might as well check it out. Maybe some families left their food when the fire started. The fire itself was pretty much consuming this part of the village, weird as the fire doesn't seem to be touching me at all, not even the heat. At least this makes it so I don't have to sweat, man I fucking hate sweating. Walking over, I saw people running for their lives. Understandable. Treading deeper into the soot filled landscape I also saw soldiers fighting their way over to a giant castle. Less understandable. Especially since they have swords of all kinds I've only seen in books and historical films, also using fucking flintlocks?
The swords are cool and always will be. But, why are they using such crappy guns? This place is weird.
I'm very interested now. Wonder what this place has in store for me.
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Striding over to the looming castle, I had trouble understanding why the castle has skulls over the tall spire like walls and towers protecting the castle within. Was it because it looked cool? Because it really does, with the moody lighting it looked like a dark king resided in there. Huh, how cliché.
"Hm, time to find out."
As I was making my way to the boss area, I saw the soldier's from before turn to me. "Hey kid! This place is going to shit, you shouldn't be here!"
I looked around, well they weren't wrong. "It is, but I'm getting into that castle."
The soldiers who I now noticed to be wearing green and blue uniforms ruined with soot and dirt, nodded. "You one of us? Why ain't ya wearing your uniform?"
"I didn't like it."
The front soldier snorts, "Sorry they didn't match your look, just stick with us boy and don't get lost." Then they turned around, probably expecting me to follow them. Sure, why not.
I kept behind them as we entered the courtyard, more soldiers of the same kind were milling about doing usual soldier things, cleaning their blood stained swords, refilling their ammo, counting supplies, throwing dead bodies into a pile. The usual I suppose.
…wait a minute?
I tapped a soldier on the shoulder, gesturing to the body pile, "What happened to them?"
"Bloody loyalists," He spat, "Wouldn't surrender no matter what we tried."
"Yikes…"
He sighed. "Quite a shame too, they died protecting a Bastard who wouldn't hesitate to do it himself. Remember this boy, that's why we're doing this. So good men don't have to give up their lives to someone who doesn't deserve it." Shaking his head he continued. "Doesn't matter now does it? Things will be different when we defeat that bastard, under new leadership this kingdom will flourish and become even more powerful than it once was!"
Resounding cries came from the nearby soldiers, or rebels I guess. "The new leader has to be pretty good then? To fix an entire kingdom." I wouldn't know the first thing about running anything really, leadership maybe. For the simple tasks I wouldn't do too badly in a leadership role.
Something like a rebellion and then the restructuring of a kingdom? A second rebellion would happen with me happily surrendering. Heh, that's kind of a funny image.
Would these people use shackles or some other outdated manacles to hold me? Certainly a question for another day.
...never mind I'm already bored of it. Where was I again? Oh, crap the guy's still talking!?
"-is exactly what our home needs in a leader! In fact since we're all so curious here, let us meet up with her now." He then whispered. "We were supposed to meet up already…"
I just shrugged and made to follow them again, also every offence to the architects and all, but this place is pretty drab. Blood red banners with dark castle walls are so cliché.
With me being bored, the rebels moved pretty seriously through the black stone corridors. Or were they hallways? Is there even a difference? Maybe it's one of those simple to fancy word conversions, like unthinkable to inconceivable. Where I'm going with this is the fact that having multiple words mean the same thing is a waste of letters. Man… people who make dictionaries must have no life.
Due to me being distracted once again, really it's my fault, I failed to remember my empty stomach. My most important organ made itself known with its growl. The earth rebels looked pretty amused about it. "Forgot your lunch?"
"Yup." I need to stop doing that.
"Oh," One of them was rubbing the back of his neck, weird. "Yeah I know what that's like. Good news though! After all this is over we'll have the biggest fucking feast this side of the New World!"
"Bigger than anything at Totto Land?"
"Impossible!"
"You madman! It can't be done!"
I laughed, what the hell is a 'totto' and why does it need a land all to itself? Greedy bastard… "Sounds good to me."
While I was figuring out the mysteries of this land, the lead rebel shushes us by making us stop at a grand hall of some sort. A pretty cliché sight to behold, high rounded ceilings, wooden tables and chairs, and the same fucken color scheme that's been getting on my nerves. Up ahead there was a woman that looked to be in charge since everyone was flocking to her.
A rebel leader huh? Cool.
She motions for our group to join them, smirking all the while. "Took you guys long enough, I was about to tell the bastard the Challenge was on hold, due to you lot."
The same lead rebel snorted, hehe snorted… "We wouldn't be so late if we didn't have to take care of this weird kid." He pointed his thumb back at me.
Should I be offended or not?
His words caused the leader to look me over, she looked confused. Me too man. "He doesn't feel like a kid. Never seen you before, who are you?"
"I'm just here for the free snacks. This place is weird." Especially the exploding ground and primitive guns.
She laughs, "You shouldn't wait any longer then. Tonight will mark the end of the old bastard's reign!"
"Prove your words, Challenger to the throne!" Her people shouted back to her for some reason.
"So be it!" She then pulled a snail out from behind her. Wait what?
"Heed my lowly words Saikyō Kingdom, my challenge to the throne has been heard by all! Reckoning has begun for the worthless bastard!" She screamed into the snail with headphones attached to it. I'm here for the food only so I didn't really listen or even question what the hell that snail even was.
"I leave you with a promise, I will take back our freedom or die trying!" She took a deep breath, calming herself. "Understand this, next we meet I will be the rightful ruler or in a shallow grave."
Huh, guess she's serious. Makes sense I suppose. You don't throw a party like this without the will to see it through. She looked serious too, long sleeved silver vest with a black undershirt, and slightly loose silver pants gave off a vibe. Especially those two knives or daggers she has sheathed at her sides. Cool.
She rallied us to a really, really, really tall door made of gold which I think is just stupid. Gold is just some soft and useless metal. A good door would be made out of… something that's not gold. Whatever, I'm not a door maker.
Thankfully the leader explained it, even if it's still stupid. "These doors are a test, a way of culling the unworthy from seeing the King and his royal guard. If you can open these doors, you are strong enough to be worthy of the Kings attention." She looked over all of us. "Do not be ashamed of not passing these doors, the fact of your arrival here has merits beyond most people. We will claim victory for all your sakes." She ended her speech by shoving those giant, golden doors aside with both hands visibly not very strained.
What.
Earthly rebels moved after her. "The moment of truth." The lead rebel from before took a few more seconds to push back the giant, golden doors, but managed it and moved on.
What, again!?
How strong are these people? Is that why I broke the ground so easily back a few minutes ago? Did the universe give me power because it felt bored? If that's the case then… rude.
More tried and succeeded but most failed, they tried though. Did they ever try.
"HNNGUH!"
"That's enough of that son, you did your best. That's all we can ask for."
Due to me being in the back, I'm the last to try. The rebels who failed looked to me, some raising one eyebrow slowly. "No offense son, but you don't look like you're ready for this." I shrugged.
Well, might as well. I decided at that moment to try punching the doors to see if they'll also bend.
And people call me an idiot. Bah, I just don't do things that are boring to me.
Rearing my fist back I glared at the worthless door, the door glared back at me. "Well I never liked you anyway!"
The stupid doors didn't explode, but they did bend. A lot. My fist didn't even make contact with them, I got close but the doors moved around my fist and were flung open. At the end I found the leader and the rest of the people who made it through, which were only two, staring at me with surprised eyes. Along with some guy in all black with a spiky crown sitting on a big chair surrounded by three other people that were dressed like him. How cliché, just like this castle.
Looking back at those pompous doors I found they now looked more like a big golden bowl cut in half. Whoops.
The leader was the first to respond, pinching her nose with a sigh. "Please refrain from damaging those doors, they're older than all of us."
"Sorry." Not for the doors but for the extra work to fix them. They had it coming.
"Ki…"
We all looked to the big chair guy, smiling a big smile. "Kikikehahaha!" He pointed at me. "Boy'o that was quite the show! Never seen you around here, who are you?"
Do these guys just remember everyone they see? I don't even remember my birthday sometimes.
"I'm here for the feast that was promised." I smiled at him. "After we kick some old bastard's ass, know where he is?" Weird, the dark half of the room looked pretty mad at me. Was it my teeth? I haven't brushed yet.
"Enough!" The shout from the leader caught our attention. "My challenge to you is not yet done!" She unsheathed one of her bayonets (?) faster than I could blink, pointing it at the spiky crown guy. "King Aki the Bastard! I, Karyu, challenge you for the throne as is my Ancient right of Rites!"
The bastard didn't really say a word, he just unhooked a stick from behind. And guess what! It unfolds into a big red stick! CAN THESE GUYS USE ANY OTHER FUCKING COLOR!?
Unaware of my internal outburst, the cliché black and red guy pointed his big red rod at the leader and growled, "Hear this child, I once again accept your challenge to the throne if only to reunite a father and daughter." He smiled an ugly smile. "Consider it my charitable act of the day."
The leader… what was her name again? Ahhh, never mind she just looks really mad right now. "I see you forfeit the right to live." Then she turned around and sat down on a nearby chair, next to those stupid doors.
Huh? The other challenger did it too, only he was always sitting down. Lazy bastard.
"Octavius!" The… I'm running out of things to call him. The… dark man shouted at a bald and serious looking guy with suction cups and violet skin. "Your time has come!"
Octa guy just nodded, "Please allow me to show you the power of my most powerful muscle!" He jumped into the middle of the room.
The guy had a black wetsuit on with a button on his chest? Oh… OH! Please tell me it's what I think it is!
He slams the button and… YES! His black suit is then covered with a colorful shell like armor and four armored tendrils come out of his back to cover his four arms. Making him into… The Suction Crusader!
Oh yeah, he has four arms by the way.
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"Behold! My Shell Tron Exosuit! The durability greater than that of steel, with the weight of plastic! Made from Limpet shells, this battle armor will take attacks even from the King himself!"
"Yeah!" (Clapclapclap) "Ow!" (Clapclapclap) "Shh!"
For some reason they were all staring at me again. What? Do they not see pure genius when they see it?
"Well, um (ahem) thank you!" The fact I was the only one to clap is an insult to your ability!
"Heh!" Apparently some people weren't impressed, jerk. The first rebel I talked to walked up to the center of the room as well. "That fancy pancy armor ain't have noth'in on my FISTS! My might is greater than your smarts!"
They said nothing as they both threw their fists back, or also tendril, and slammed them against each other! The only sound being the resounding shockwave blasting the wind and dust around them like a bubble of pure power!
…so cooool…
They weren't even close to finished as well with each of them throwing blow after blow at the other one. All countered by another fist, each punch sounding like giant pounding drums! The fact that the rebel guy could keep up with four arms was awesome as well, even if he was a jerk.
Eventually the stalemate was broken by Octa latching two armored limbs around the jerk's arms and kneeing him right in the face! But then the jerk counters that blow with a head-butt straight into Octa's unprotected head. Why didn't he armor that part?
Clicking sounds started and his abused head was covered with a shell helmet, the same as the rest of his armor. Oh, he just forgot it.
"That was a good hit but if you think that simpleton mind of yours can even scratch this genius! You are sorely mistaken!" Octa launches his limbs to the ceiling to swing up into the air.
"What're you planning, COWARD!?" The jerk shouts into the ceiling.
Octa responds by stopping in midair and grabbing the ground around his opponent, cracking it, then turning his legs a shiny black (?) he comes crashing back down onto the jerk! "Dark Pressure!"
The other guy tried to block it with his own shiny black arms but was eventually brought down breaking the ground beneath them!
"You think this'll hold me!? I'll break ya fock'in-GAH!" Octa releases two of his limbs from holding the ground and instead wraps them around his throat while still holding his arms and body to the destroyed ground with his still blackened legs and remaining tendrils.
"Surrender now! While you still have time!"
The other guy just made a bunch of choking sounds, but I think I heard a, "nevah!" in there. I looked around at everyone else and found them looking satisfied (guess who), worried, and the leader stone faced.
"Dude, just surrender he's got you beat." He tried to turn to glare at me, but couldn't so he just gave me a side eye. He also saw our faces and his eyes softened a bit. He tapped out.
Octa let go of him thankfully, the guy was a little jerkish, but he didn't have to die. "Good choice, and a good fight to have had." He offered his hand. The jerk looked at it with slightly widened eyes before slapping it away, rude.
The lead rebel helped him to his feet and sat him down. The leader came up and held a hand to his shoulder. "You fought well, Berk." Pffft! That's his name!? It even rhymes with jerk!
While I was internally laughing my ass off. Aku I think his name was clapped his hands. "Wonderful, just a wonderful performance. You did well Octavius! I knew my faith in you wasn't misplaced!"
"Ah well, many thanks my king! It was all due to my most powerful mus-
"Yes yes how great, now!" What an asshole, he cut off Octa when he was being passionate! "Felix! Fix it would you." Hmm, didn't sound like a question?
Some hard hat looking dude happily saluted before pulling a giant golden hammer from… somewhere. "You got it, sir!" Before I could even wonder what that useless hammer could do to the already destroyed floor, he knocked it on the floor causing the crater shaped like the jerk's body to fix itself, even the cracks surrounding it completely disappeared. Hard hat guy saluted once again and went back to his spot near Ali or whatever.
What I would give to be able to fix anything I touched… even if it meant using stupid metal.
Finally, no more ripped clothes or broken dishes! Instead of raking all those stupid leaves I can just make them green again for the rest of my life. Take me now lord, I'll give you anything! I mean I don't have anything right now, but I'll pay you back later I swear!
"Now!" Abby clapped his hands before rubbing them. "Who will take the defeated one's place?"
While I was stewing in my bargaining/begging, the lead rebel proclaimed that he would take the jerk's place.
"Ha-ha! How brave of you to fight my brilliance even after your comrade's defeat!" You tell em, Octa!
"Of course, what kind of man would I be if I didn't fight for my comrade in the name of my kingdom?"
Octa smiled. "A cowardly one."
They squared off, each of them getting ready to attack. Octa spread his limbs out and got into a wide stance with his legs while the lead rebel pulled out two… lever action shotguns from his long brown sleeves? Finally! Someone with some sense around here!
"You have met your match. These weapons are of my own design, for the sole purpose of blowing holes in any armor in my way. I call them… Hand-Cannons."
…they're shotguns dude.
Octa at the very least, looked excited. "Aha! A fellow inventor, let's test your theory shall we!"
The Copyright Infringing guy just twirled a shotgun and shot Octa right on the noggin! Holy crap that was good aim, also he's not dead right?
The smoke cleared to reveal… oh thank god! He's alive everyone! His helmet though, has a big hole in it that was cracking in the edges. "It appears you've shaken me, but your guns are futile!" More clicking could be heard and a second helmet was placed onto Octa's head while moving the damaged piece somewhere into the suit itself.
It can self-repair! Well it's more replacing than any kind of repair, but you get what I mean!
Gun guy smirked. "Your ingenuity is certainly something." He cocked his weapons. "Octavius, my name is Colton! Let's see how long you last!" More shots rang out.
Round two, I guess, has begun.
Octa dodges the first few shots before being forced to deflect or block the rest blazing his way. Hot lead burned itself into Octa slowly diminishing battle suit. His Shell Tron Exosuit is only able to handle so much.
The other rebels and I leaned forward to not miss any of the action, damn I wish I had popcorn. Unfortunately, or fortunately Octa noticed the gunslinger getting into a pattern and came up with a plan, I think? Octa twirled while ducking down, extending his arm to sweep the-you know what I'm just going to call them by one nickname from now on. Coming up with new ones is too much effort. Back to what was happening, Gun Guy leaped over Octa's sweep while accounting for his recoil by not shooting, giving Octa the chance to run up close and personal shooting his own shots in the form of all four of his limbs connecting to Gun Guy's gut! "Yon-Force"
I watched with great interest while Gun Guy sprayed blood from his mouth and landed a good distance away from Octa giving him time to repair and come up with another plan. Excitement filled me as I watched the Shell Tron replace all its shell-damage with brand new, shiny and still colorful as always shells. Even Gun Guy impressed me by shrugging off the hit by already gearing up for another barrage against Octa.
"It seems I have undermined your abilities. I apologize for my behavior."
(Cough cough) "Same here, damn good hit." Such polite fighters to the death~
"The time of holding back has ended, allow me to go all in with my brains and brawn!" Octa's arms were coated in the same shiny black his legs were last fight, giving off some kind of aura around him. Awesome!
"Then please allow me to do the same." Gun Guy crossed his guns in front of his eyes, making his arms and guns black. Even his eyes, for some reason, turned red as he posed with his Hand-Cannons. What is that stuff? Does it make you stronger? Can I look that cool one day!?
It was an actual stare down. Both sides are waiting for the right moment, fighting for what they believe in, probably. Should I take up commentating in the future? I think I'm pretty good at it. Oh wait, the fight!
Octa attacked first, quickly side-stepping like he was teleporting to dodge Gun-Guy's black bullets. Those same bullets impacted the wall behind Octa, causing the wall to explode! Holy crap, stop being so damn cool! You're making everyone else look bad in comparison!
My eyes can barely track their movements, only their blurs were visible and even then I couldn't see what was happening. Every once in a while some blood sprayed out of their tornado of manliness, once again bouncing off me without even touching me. Still weird.
Can't say the same to my associates with their uniforms ruined even further by the dark stains while those royal jerks kept clean since they were on a higher upkeep. Except Octa, he's cool.
Before I knew it, Gun Guy managed to get two molten shots straight to Octa's helmet, shattering it completely. Octa was thankfully uninjured but that huge barrel aimed at his downed head worried me. "Concede…" Man, he looks tired. All that sweat must be annoying as all hell. I fucking hate being wet so much.
Octa slumped against the ground, shame in his eyes. "Very well, you are the superior inventor…"
Gun Guy (or Colten) helped him up, speaking to him with a small smile on his face. "Do not be like that, you failed today. Next time you will not."
"I… thank you."
Sniff, truly, he is a man among men.
"Octavius…" Octa stiffened.
"Sit down…" Shuffling with his head down he crumpled down and did nothing else.
…why…that little brat!
I stared at the bastard. "Oi oi…" He looked at me, uncaring. "What the hell was that?"
The jackass leaned forward, never getting out of his stupid chair. "He disobeyed my orders, simple punishment is demanded. I, oh so, would never wish to offend, however someone like you wouldn't know the burden of being a king!"
"Shut up." I stepped forward. "I'm gonna beat your ass." I don't like hurting people, but I can make exceptions. "Right into the ground."
Before the guy could even remove his ass from his butt cheek groove, a scarred hand stopped me. I followed the hand, turns out it was the rebel leader. "What?"
"I understand your anger, but his ass is mine to kick." Turning to face her, I looked her in the eyes. She looked serious, this was her rebellion after all.
I frowned. "Selfish."
She smirked. "I'm afraid so. You can fight if Colten gets defeated."
"It wouldn't be the same."
Shrugging, she looked so not sorry. "Going to have to live with it."
Grumbling, I backed down. Whatever… steal my fun why don't you!
The stupid chair guy laughed. "Keep a better grip on your subordinates, Karyu, they need proper discipline."
Karyu smiled, "Shut up, and wait for your turn." Boy, was he steaming!
The guy directly below the bastard snarled, "You children aside," The other brat looked up at that oversized chair. "Allow me to get rid of them all, father! They dare to insult you!"
"No." He said without even looking at his son. "You will fight the small one, he has given the biggest insult. Allow him proper punishment." Am I the small one? I looked around, noting that everyone is at least taller than me. Tch, not my fault I'm average height!
The bastard's son clenched a fist, but bowed his head. "Of course. By your will." He sat down again, poor bastard. He was a fucking wimp.
Laughter followed soon after, the big hammer guy walked to the center with his hammer rested on his shoulder. A painful smile on his face.
"Ho ho! Guess it's my turn huh sir?" The guy has a pretty goofy voice. I don't like him.
Chair guy nodded. "Do not fail me, Felix."
One very enthusiastic salute later, Felix readied his hammer in a stance similar to those baseball players. Swingers, I think? Anyway Colten looked like shit, but he seemed ready. His high-collar keeping his face obscure, with his eyes never leaving Fix-it Guy-Man… dude? B-Blue Guy! That's a good name if I do say so myself.
They both nodded to each other, one stout, one cheery. The first draw was from Colten, no big surprise there, aiming right in between Blue's eyes. With speed that should be impossible, the round bounced off the still flawless hammer. That weird grin forever stuck on his face.
Colton didn't stop for a minute, unloading at Blue. Twirling his guns and firing at the precise moment, many hot shots had close calls to Blue's face, arms, and torso. Blue ran right through the barrage, giant hammer ready above him. Colton loaded his guns again, waiting for his chance to fire. He looks like he's got a plan, hopefully.
Smashing the stupid hammer into the ground, Blue wasn't expecting Colton to just disappear. Appearing behind him, Colton laid a hand on the handle and twirled. The momentum carried his knee and delivered a loud snap to Blue's head. Colton tried to follow up by blowing his brains out, instead the hammer directed the gun just enough to where the scatter shot blew Blue's shoulder open.
Blue staggered back before looking back as Colton landed back on his feet, ready once more. Blue grinned a bloody smile, he simply hit himself with his hammer and all those wounds went away! Oh, come on! That's so unfair!
Colton clicked his tongue, "So, this is the power of the Fix Fix fruit. Quite the advantage." I know right! Wait, the what what fruit?
Blue giggled. "Yuppers! Been in my family for as long as I can remember! But, you already know that." I didn't! What fruit are you talking about!
I wanted to voice my thoughts, instead, Karyu stopped me again. "You seem confused?"
"What the hell are they talking about? What fruit can give you powers!? That sounds so awesome!"
She looked wary. "What kind of… you're in the New World and you don't even know what a devil fruit is?"
"Yes, exactly."
She kept looking at me with narrowed eyes. Was it something I said? I simply returned her look with a confused look of my own. Her eyes flashed red, they then widened. "You're telling the truth!"
"I am? Why are you so weird?"
She just sighed. "Devil fruits give those who eat them extraordinary abilities, anything from transformations to summoning. It all depends on which one you eat."
"So, they're magic fruits? Sounds cool. Where can you get them?"
Shrugging, she answered. "The black market. Maybe if you're lucky you can find one on an island somewhere. Gotta warn you though, you can't really tell what kind of abilities you'd get until after you've eaten one."
I nod. "It's free?"
"No, the sea itself will hate you. You'll drown if you ever try to swim."
"Pffft, that's it? I hate water anyway."
"Then what do you drink?"
"Water. Drinking is like destroying it, so I'm fine with that."
"..."
"What?"
"... let's just focus on the fight."
I just shrug, whatever. Magic fruits huh? Wonder if I'll ever get one?
I look over to the fight and find the battleground just riddled with bullet holes. Smoking holes everywhere and craters painted across the room. In the center was Colton, breathing heavily and bloodied. Blue looked as cheerful as ever, still sporting his bloodied grin with some extra spots of blood here and there. "Surrender yet?"
Colton shook his head, not even able to speak.
Blue shrugged. "Oh well, don't say I didn't warn ya!" He charged, intent to kill fogging his approach. Colton closed his eyes, coated one of his guns black, and aimed. Blue rolled his eyes, bringing the hammer down. Colton at the very last second, moved to the side. Jumping on top of the descending hammer and firing right into his face. However, Colton's gun arm chose the worst time to lose its strength and his limb slumped to the side causing the black bullet to veer off and blow off Blue's arm.
Following Blue's cry of pain, Colton held on to his limp arm. Just barely standing on top of the slumped down hammer. I thought that Colton had won just then, but the blue weirdo just stood back up. Painfully trying to keep his smile on his face. "That… was very rude, sir." He coughed out some more blood before readying the only fist he had left.
Colton just fell off the hammer. Before collapsing right on the ground in a seating position. "Damn, that was my last shot." He looked Blue right in the eyes, "I concede."
Blue's face contorted into pure rage before going back to his stupid smiling face. I really don't like this guy.
Walking up to Colton, he took his hammer back and simply bumped it with his stump. His arm just popped back into existence. "Welp," He said while twirling his hammer, previous injuries just forgotten about. Wish I could do that… "Who's next?"
I walked forward, hands in my pockets. Colton was helped to his feet by Burk and Karyu, Blue Guy in the meantime was being praised by the lazy chair guy. Boring.
Stepping in the center, I did something I've always wanted to do. I raised the back of my hand and beckoned him forward. Blue sniffed, "Rude." Before rocketing towards me.
I shrugged, yeah sounds about right. As his hammer neared towards me I steered the hand I still had up in the incoming arc of the stupid piece of treasured junk. Why?
Because… I can't beat up the guy I want to. This fucking castle looks like crap! All this gold is making me sick! I don't mind the battles, they were awesome and fair for the most part. But, the worst part isn't the fact I fell off a cloud. It isn't the fact my body got some weird magic stuff. It isn't the fact I seem to be stuck on another world. As much as it pained me to say this, it also wasn't because he stood in-between me and my food.
It's because of the fake smile on this boot-licking coward, who is in my fucking way!
I smashed my palm against the approaching hammer. He bent beneath me, smashing into the wall to my right with a big boom and crackle. He looked wedged inside the wall itself, which was a pretty funny sight I gotta admit.
I flexed my hand, nothing wrong with it. Just like always, ever since I came here. Boring.
I watched as Blue tried to dislodge himself from the wall, hammer firmly stuck and somehow not bent. Huh, neat.
I let him escape and face me, eyes narrowed with a crazed smile this time. Ah well, at least he's being more honest. This time he threw his hammer at me, spinning it like a boomerang to plow right through me. I backhanded it and let it crash high up on the walls near the curve of the ceiling.
Blue gritted his teeth, looking very much like he wanted to snarl or even frown. He just won't, so annoying.
"You're annoying, that stupid smile pisses me off."
He clenched his fists, getting into a fighting stance, probably. He ran towards me, letting loose a roundhouse kick to my head. His leg bounced off my neck, grimacing with his eyes he held his throbbing shin.
"You're weak. Wanna know why?"
Saying nothing, he unleashed rapid strikes and beat down on me. I stayed in place, and didn't move a muscle.
"Screw it, I'm telling ya anyway." He kicked stone dust at my face, since he forgot to fix the room since the last fight.
"You're a coward." That got the first cry of rage from him.
"HOW DARE YOU!" Wow, he's loud. I picked my ear to get rid of the static.
"Felix! Calm yourself this ins-
"Shut the fuck up, you lazy ass filled useless sack of blood!" He recoiled.
"Hey, Blue Guy!" He bared his teeth.
"I'm not taking you seriously, because I hate people like you."
"Hate!? HATE! PEOPLE LIKE ME WERE MADE FOR THIS. DO NOT MOCK WHAT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! HOW DARE YOU INSULT ALL MY FAMILY HAS DONE FOR THE RULERS OF THIS COUNTRY! DONE FOR ME! YOU DARE TRY TO RUIN OUR LEGACY!?"
I stared at him. Confused. "If you have such a problem against that then try to shut me up, won't change the fact your life is stupid though."
With a wrathful scream, he went to punch me with all his strength. I pushed my palm forward. Our two powers connected. Blue got thrown across the room directly above the lazy bastard, before slowly sliding back down into a heap. He's gonna be okay right?
Both sides stared at me. I stared back, shouldn't they help him up?
Behind me, Karyu, slapped her palm to her face.
"Was it something I did?"