The Ex-Admiral of Legend, Jugo!

Ridley Versus Bushou!

Sage was shaking in her shoes from her location just watching Jugo approach the building. The man had a huge axe-like weapon in his hand, she believed it was called a halberd, but she wasn't sure. The weapon alone dwarfed her in terms of size. Jugo, himself, wasn't so colossal. He was probably only six feet and a half. He wasn't incredibly muscular either, he was just totting around a seven foot pure metal weapon with ease. The man just boasted a powerful aura.

Sage shrank into the corner as Jugo walked into the room. Sage froze. Her entire body told her not to move. That one look from him told her exactly what this man could do and that he wasn't afraid to do it. His powerful aura was still in full effect and Sage was the only one within his range.

"Good luck in the Grand Line, Sage, "said Jugo as he walked by her.

Sage sat there for a little while longer. He knew of her. He must've saw her wanted poster, but if that was the case why didn't he do anything? Help her, kill her, talk to her. He just basically acknowledged her and then left. It was almost as if her 17 million belie head was nothing to him, not worthy of his acknowledgement.

Sage gathered herself up and ran into the building following Jugo. She knew they were being played by these guys, something was up and she was determined to get to the bottom of it. Her attention was so focused on Jugo she didn't notice the figure that was following right behind her.

(-With Zesiro-)

Zesiro brought his two swords around and deflected yet another devastating slash from Shion. Shion's impressive stature was making Zesiro's blocking of his slices harder and more exhausting. Each time Zesiro blocked his sword he was also blocking the two hundred pound man empowering the shot. And those two hundred pounds weren't from fast, nearly every microgram was sheer muscle.

Shion brought his blade back around and made a large imposing arc through the air his blade dragging itself through the air and into Zesiro's side. Zesiro cursed as he was thrown aside, yet again he had been lucky. Once more it was nothing more then the back of the blade that caught him.

Zesiro stood back up and approached Shion again his dual blades high in the air. Zesiro quickly brought them both down aiming for Shion's shoulders, but Shion brought his blade up and blocked his slashes…with ease. Shion's massive bulk didn't budge under the weight and he remained standing.

Shion chuckled, "another pathetic attempt on me? Can't you do anything more impressive? Shion guesses its no real surprise. No one can harm Shion. Shion's body is an ultimate fortress of defense." Shion brought his blade back around and into Zesiro's legs sending him sprawling to the floor.

"Just keep talking yourself up," said Zesiro, "it'll make you look all the stupider when I cut you in two." Zesiro's normal calm eyes had disappeared. His iris' had became long black slits. This was the eyes of a Fishman when he was furious. Shion wasn't playing for keeps. Zesiro should've guessed it a couple of swings ago. Shion had hit him three out of three times and each hit was with the back of the blade. The bastard was taking it easy on him…he wasn't even trying.

Zesiro brought his swords up and into the air. "Next time you fight, remember to fight your opponent with everything you've got." The air all of a sudden felt thinner. His swords felt lighter. His body felt stronger.

"Shion is not the man who hunts bunnies with cannons," said Shion, "Shion hunts bunnies with pistols." Shion brought his sword out and held it in front of his body.

"Fool," said Zesiro, "you don't treat a shark like a bunny. If you do, you are going to lose a limb very quickly. Twin Thresher Shark Wave!" Zesiro brought his two swords down in a rapid fashion. The speed and power of the thrust was sent flying. The air collided with one another in an orderly fashion and through the air.

Shion brought his blade around to block, but couldn't. The flying slash cut into Shion's blade and drove past it. Both of them slammed into Shion's body. He felt his body being thrown from its position and into the air. His entire body twisted in the air as it was sent flying. He tumbled across the dirt and onto the air. His arm landed beneath his body, twisting in an inhuman way. It was probably dislocated, but more probably it was broken.

Zesiro huffed and puffed. His muscles were still firing on full due to the stress of the cut, but despite this he felt extremely tired. His body felt like it wouldn't move even if he willed it to. It felt as if his entire body should collapse onto the ground, but he couldn't stop. He still had his job to do, he stumbled forward with one leg in front of the other. Shion's strike to his bottom leg felt like it broke it, he doubted it, but the stress from his attack and damage from Shion's strike made him consider the possibility.

Zesiro gawked in amazement as he saw Shion stand back up. Zesiro's entire body tensed up. Shion could've killed him and he would've killed him, if he tried to. Now that Shion saw Zesiro's true strength would he still hold back? No, he wouldn't. Zesiro's hand was gripped so hard around his blades, that his knuckles took on an unearthly white color.

Shion lifted his blade up and turned it on himself. His blade was pointed just inches away from his own heart, "Shion was the best. Shion was the champion…Shion should've won."

Zesiro was watching Shion waiting for him to turn his sword back around and aim it at Zesiro, but he didn't. Zesiro realized what happened, the man in front of him wasn't going to attack him. He had accepted his loss, but he wasn't going to live with it. "Don't" was the only thing that Zesiro could think to say.

"Shion should," said Shion, "Shion made a mistake. In Shion's line of work, a mistake means death. If Shion's opponent doesn't kill Shion, then Shion should kill Shion." He brought his blade closer to his heart.

"Don't," said Zesiro still at a lost of words, "you didn't make a mistake…just train and become better then me. Train yourself to kill me. Do something else!"

"In Vidonia," said Shion, "Shion's hometown…death was the only acceptable thing after a loss. Shion lived for thirty years, because Shion was the strongest for thirty years…Shion's death is honorable." Shion's sword traveled a whole foot. It pierced his heart and drove itself through to the other end.

"Vidonia," said Zesiro. Before the name would've meant nothing to him, but now that name was responsible for the death of a great warrior. That name killed someone who could've changed the world. That name was a name that created a burning anger within his body. He hated that name.

(-With Enma-)

Enma was keeping his head low. Not very hard to do. His crew made it pretty easy actually. Mikoto, Ridley, and Zesiro were no doubt fighting with someone causing a racket and attracting attention to themselves. Enma, on the other hand, was just walking through the Marine Base. He didn't have a bounty on his head, so most of the Marines who saw him, ignored him on account that there were at least 5 other people in the building with bounties of 20 million or more.

Enma was making his way through the building when he began to think about his own bounty. The Marines weren't paying any attention to him, was that good? Normally, a pirate would be annoyed that no Marines paid attention to them. Maybe he should try to go around and knock a couple of skulls in.

No real point in it. Enma was just interested in getting to the Grand Line, he could get a bounty in the Grand Line easily. Lots of pirates there to knock around and beat the crap out of. And it'd be easier to boost his bounty. It would probably take him 40 or so low-ranked Marines, but in the Grand Line it would take him one high-ranked Marine. Enma was so wrapped up in his trance that he had instinctively began to follow the scent of Novocain and other drugs. He had accidentally stumbled into the doctor's office.

Enma looked around. No one was around. A couple of empty hospital beds. Enma shared a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure he wasn't followed, still no one. He sat down at the doctor's desk and grabbed the nearby cup of coffee. It was still warm. Whoever was in here just recently left. Might be good time to do some restocking…

Enma quickly began to shuffle through the drawers in search of medicine. Vials of cough syrup, piles of painkillers, some other drugs…nothing really of medicinal use. These were things that you'd expect to see in a mad scientist's office. Enma had no use of them. He closed the drawer with such force that the drawer located directly above it was thrown open.

Enma was shocked at what was contained in that drawer. But at least now he knew, this wasn't a doctor's office. It was definitely that of a mad scientist.

(-With Ridley-)

Ridley's body was thrust into the air from the Bushou's mass. Ridley hung in the air for no more then a second before he came crashing back down. Bushou didn't waste a minute as soon as Ridley's body hit the ground, Bushou was on top of him instantaneously. Bushou's right foot was placed over Ridley's gut and Bushou's entire body was positioned over it to increase the weight on it.

Ridley could feel his body being crushed by Bushou's heel, his organs either being compressed or squeezed upwards like a bag. All air was gone from his windpipes, his chest couldn't expand to let the air in. He was simultaneously dieing of being crushed and lack of oxygen. His eyesight was starting to fade, right before he passed out a long leg came cutting through the air and into Bushou's chest. Bushou stumbled backwards and onto the ground collapsing into a heap.

The girl's long silver hair flowed around her shoulders. She glared over at Bushou with her purple eyes. She wiped the hair out of the way before bringing her entire body upwards. The limbs that had previously been missing were now attached. She let out a brief sigh as she stretched out once more, "I'm very upset about being locked up in my cell without my arms and legs. I've grown kind of attached to them."

Bushou brought his eyes around and at the girl. All looks of dreariness and drowsiness were wiped away. They were replaced with a cold dead look of seriousness. "Prisoner # 301. Maria Euthanatos. Any reason why you decided to stay back? All the other prisoners he let out ran away."

"I just wanted to thank you for locking me up in a cell," she said, despite the obvious sarcastic tone she had a hint of sweetness to her voice. "Besides a brat like him," she said motioning to Ridley, "needs someone to take the edge off. He's been fighting you for awhile now and I figured I'll just relieve him of his duty."

"Then you can die in his stead," said Bushou. His entire body lunged forward at Maria. He thrust his palm outwards aiming for Maria's head. Maria dodged to the side and avoided the quick thrust of his palm. She braced herself against the tiled floor once more as Bushou made another lunge for her. Maria leapt into the air allowing Bushou to harmlessly glide underneath. She landed behind him, but quickly ducked as Bushou sent a sweeping chop right over her head. She rolled forward and turned around to face Bushou.

"I think you almost got me that time," she said with a slight chuckle in her voice. The man was large. It would be hard to deliver a finishing blow to him. All that belly fat just protects him. If she hit him there she doubted that her blow would have any real effect on him, besides making the fat jiggle and that was something she could live her whole life without seeing.

Bushou laughed as he lunged forward once more. Maria turned to the side allowing the blow to just barely glide by her back. She thought about grabbing hold of his arm and flipping him, but she didn't think she could handle it. Her arms and legs were probably running low on steam anyways, too many unnecessary maneuvers would just drain their battery lives.

Bushou turned around and faced her, "this is just too sad. Maria Euthanatos had a bounty of 18 million in her heyday. Her arms and legs were a mechanic's paradise, both scientifically engineered since the day she lost them. And yet, here you are protecting some worthless bag of dirt against a guard you know you can't win against, why don't you just run along? I've already fought one person, I'm not in the mood to fight another."

Maria felt her legs once more. Despite the fact that life-like skin covered them, she was all too aware of what they really were. They were what cost her her original dream. The damn mechanical enhancements. She got them as a punishment for winning, she hated the guys who did this to her. These damn mechanical legs and mechanical arms! Both nothing more then curses!

The Curse of Mechanical Appendages!

Bushou Finally Falls!

Kya! Late once more! Sorry, about being late I thought I had this entire chapter written already…I was wrong…sadly. Anyways! Shion finally falls! That's one out of the ten! Wow, that's really not a reason for a sigh of relief. Good news is however, someone decided to join the fight. Maria is free and fighting now! Bushou is bound to have his work cut out for him now.

And what's happening with the Revolutionaries? Find out…probably not next time! So keep on tuning in! Also any guesses on what Shion and Bushou's names stem from?