Out on the Docks!
The Lack of Immortality!
"Sorry I have not," said Netam as he pulled his hat out off of his head and pulled it out in front of his chest, "they are probably dead now. Care to try your luck?" The man pulled out a large iron chain from his vest pocket and began to swing it around in circles.
Hiro-Shu stood back and took in the scene around him. He saw a quite a few dead bodies scattered across the ground, each one of them battered, blue, and bloody. There were another four or five ships gathered around his. Each one boasting its own pirate flag, cannons, and other deadly arsenal. The large fortress in front of him had a Marine flag hoisted in front of it. Then there was the awfully annoying siren going off in the background.
He didn't know what was going on. From the looks of it his crew was attacking a Marine Base. He wouldn't be surprised that Ridley, maybe even Zesiro being in on the attack, but imaging Mikoto or Sage attacking a Marine Base was just ridiculous. Maybe they were on one of the fellow ships or something. He'd check that out soon. "Sorry, but I have to find my crew." Hiro-Shu lowered himself onto the rocky shore and headed towards the door.
"Iron Chain Restraint!" shouted Netam as he spun his body around and whipped his large iron chain around Hiro-Shu's forearm. Netam magically produced a second iron chain from his shirt sleeve and used it once more to wrap around Hiro-Shu's leg. "I won't allow you to leave. Iron Chain Trip Fall!" Netam pulled back on his twin chains sending Hiro-Shu stumbling to the rocky floor.
"Won't allow me to leave, huh?" said Hiro-Shu as he brought himself up into a sitting position. He grabbed a hold of the iron chains with his two arms. He pulled back and brought Netam off of the ground and into the air. He slammed Netam into the nearby rocky shelf with surprising force and speed. "I don't think you have much say in the matter." Hiro-Shu brought his hand up to his head, he was having this awful, awful headache right now…he really wished he could just go back in and lie down.
"Iron Chain Body," a large ball of chains collided with the ground. A hand appeared from the center of them and pushed them all away. Netam stood up and appeared out of the large ball almost completely unharmed. He had a few scrapes and bruises from the crash, but compared to what he should've had, it was nothing. "You just are not good enough. Was that your best shot?"
Hiro-Shu glared at Netam and brought his two fists up, they both quickly became coated in iron. "Not even close." "What had the crew gotten themselves into this time," thought Hiro-Shu as he stared down his impressive opponent.
"Just what are you sir?" asked Netam as the chains that were laid around the ground quickly recoiled back into his vest. "A Revolutionary? Or a plain pirate?" More chains started to snake their way out of his sleeves and onto the ground.
"Pirate," said Hiro-Shu, "I'm Hiro-Shu of the Infinity Pirates."
"I am sorry, who?" said Netam, "The Infinity Pirates? I don't know that crew."
"Well," said Hiro-Shu, "I'll just have to make sure that you remember it when our fight is over."
(-With Enma-)
Enma grabbed a hold of his hand once more. Long white needles stretched out of his hands and in between his fingers. Enma tossed all four of the needles over at Gou. Gou jumped into the air and landed on top of his desk. The four white needles dug themselves into the walls.
"Uh-uh-uh," said Gou with a smirk on his face, "just because I have extra organs located throughout my body doesn't mean I'm going to allow you to have target practice with them."
Enma charged forward, a long ivory spear forming in his hands. He drove the spear forward straight into the desk sending papers and folders flying throughout the air. Gou dodged the strike, though and was already making his way through the room. "Aren't you even going to try to kill me?" asked Enma as he brought his spear back around and prepared for a second strike.
"Try to kill you?" asked Gou, "my goal is immortality. How would killing you help me achieve it?" Enma made another drive with his spear. The long ivory spear drove itself through Gou's lower abdomen. "I think you nicked my fifth kidney…I'm going to get another one soon. Do you know how hard it is to get someone's kidney?"
"I'm a doctor," said Enma, "I have a couple of ideas." Enma brought his bone spear back around. The bone started to hollow out with the middle disintegrating back into Enma's body. Enma pressed his mouth to the newly hollowed out bone and used it as a blow gun sending a small compact bone needle flying through the air. Gou grimaced as the needle dug itself into his shoulder.
"More blood loss," said Gou as he examined his shoulder, "do you know how rare the A blood-type is becoming nowadays? I guess I better sedate you where my body doesn't sustain any more injuries." A small lump appeared in Gou's throat. Gou opened his mouth and a small dagger came flying from his mouth. Enma grimaced as the dagger drove itself into his head.
Enma reached up and pulled the small dagger out of his skull. "Did you forget? I ate the Hone-Hone no mi. My entire skeletal system is as hard as steel. A little trick like this ain't going to cut it."
Gou opened his mouth and there was another dagger sitting on his tongue. "I have at least three stomach, or at least I did the last time I checked. And each of my stomachs has one of these little daggers hidden in it." Gou sent the dagger flying from his mouth.
Enma's eyes widened. He tried to get out of the way, but the dagger kept on sailing towards its target. The small dagger drove itself in between two of his ribs. Enma was thrown back. Enma brought his hand up and around the dagger as he yanked it out. He felt around the hole once more. "You missed my heart."
"What good would a damaged heart do me? Not a lot. I want to have all of your organs in one piece," said Gou as he scratched his left ear with a particularly bored look on his face. "Where is Daimyo? I haven't heard one scream since the alarm."
Enma chuckled. "Still going on about your supposed unbeatable warrior? I don't care if he is out there. You are going to die at my feet today."
Gou twisted his mouth around. "Suurrreeee. Maybe. I guess I got nothing better going on today. Maybe dieing is necessary research for immortality. Let me get my notepad." Gou bent down and started to shuffle through the papers on the floor. He finally found a small notepad and brought it up along with a small pencil. "Let's begin."
Enma shook his head. "That notepad isn't going to do you any good." Enma opened his hand up and created another ivory spear. Small ivory needles began to sprout from the spear. Enma charged forward and swung the large needle-covered spear. The spear came straight into Gou's side. Gou smiled as multiple needle simultaneously drove themselves into his side.
"Death by multiple puncture wounds results in massive bleeding, damaged skin tissue, and similar damage all over the body," said Gou as he began to rapidly jot things down on a notepad. "I'll have to figure out a way to avoid death by lack of blood at a later date."
Enma smiled. The multiple needles drove into Gou's body shattered. The broken pieces of bone went straight into Gou's blood stream. "Prepare to have your body ripped apart from the inside," said Enma.
Gou smiled. He doubled over and brought his body forward. He spewed a large puddle of blood from his mouth and onto the ground, small bone chunks were lying in the middle. "No bone chunks, no death." He wiped some of the blood off of his lip.
Enma grunted. "I'm going to kill you!" Enma brought his arm straight out. Bones struck out and began spiraling around his arm. The bones covered his hand in a rock-solid boxing glove-like cover, except this one had a point at the end. It looked similar to a drill.
"Sorry," said Gou, "but I'm afraid I'm already dead. Lack of blood. My research comes to a halt now. Enjoy your limited life span." Gou grabbed his gut and twisted it. "See you in Hell, partner." More blood began to rapidly spill from Gou's body.
"What are you doing?" asked Enma. He walked over to the man's body as it fell to the ground limp. Enma bent down and stared at the man's blood-covered body. Enma launched a swift kick to the man's head. He didn't react. "You really just went ahead and died on me, huh?" The large drill on Enma's hand shriveled up and shrunk back into his hand.
Gou's hand reached out and grabbed onto Enma's leg. "But you are coming with me! Mock my research! Destroy my experiments! My death will be accompanied by yours!" Gou's throat enlarged again. He spat out his third and final dagger. The dagger lodged itself in Enma's leg. "Sedative…it lasts for about five days. By then your body would be destroyed, either by Daimyo or thirst. I'll be sure to save a spot for you in my circle." Gou's head went limp and hung. His grip loosened and his arm hit the ground.
Enma's leg buckled briefly. Enma collapsed onto the floor. He reached down and fingered the dagger. He grasped it tight and yanked it out. He was starting to drift off. His entire body was failing on him. He was losing…consciousness…
(-With Zesiro-)
Zesiro walked through the hallway. He had put his two swords up and on his back. Despite the fact that he was in a Marine Base crawling with Marines, he hadn't seen a single Marine. Or any one of his pirate allies. He was starting to suspect that he wasn't fully clued in on the mission here.
He had found himself at what he could only presume to be at the armory. The last time he was at the armory he found himself fighting a weapon master. Not something he wanted to repeat. He looked around the place and froze. There was a sword carelessly lying on the ground. Zesiro bent down and picked it up. It was actually quite heavy. A nodachi. It was too big for Zesiro to use effectively so he was about to put it down when he realized he had seen it before. A pitch-black blade with a crimson handle…where was this blade the last time he had seen it.
Suddenly someone screamed. Zesiro twisted around and bolted back out the door. He was in the opening. From the open space it looked like a training hall. In the center of the room was a small group of men, all but two of them were laid out across the ground, beaten. Each of them had a large bundle of guns and swords in their hand. One of the two men standing, Zesiro recognized it was Zenmaru. The other one, he didn't.
The other man wasn't all that big, height-wise actually he was smaller then Zenmaru. But he had an impressive build, with pretty decent sized muscles. Had brown hair and what looked like green eyes from this distance. The man wore an open black vest and nearly destroyed jeans. He had three swords on his waist, two in his hands, and another one on his back. He was clearly winning the fight.
Zenmaru was backed down and only using one of his swords. His other hand was bleeding profusely and probably incapable of holding his other sword. Zesiro remembered the sword in the armory was his. The other man brought both of his swords up high into the air and was about to bring them down. Zesiro rushed in between and blocked the blades. Zesiro's eyes widened as he was pushed deeper and deeper into the tiled floor from the sheer force of his opponent's strike.
"Zesiro," shouted Zenmaru, "its good to see a friendly face."
The other man chuckled and jumped back. He sheathed his two swords. "A stronger adversary has decided to join the fight. Have you also come to steal our weapons?"
"What?" asked Zesiro, lost. "We just came to get to the Grand Line. Right, Zenmaru?"
"Henry didn't tell you guys?" asked Zenmaru, "that explains it. I was wondering why I never heard about you guys around the Revolutionary base. The plan was simple. Henry lowered the drawbridge, we stormed the base on both sides, and take over it. If worse comes to worse my job was to procure weapons for the Revolutionaries. That's what I was doing procuring some weapons when this guy showed up."
"I thought something was fishy about you guys," said Zesiro, "guess its kind of late to point fingers though. How strong is this guy?"
"I have a Douriki of nearly 1500 right now," said the man as he took out one of his swords, " a little bit lower then yours, but a little bit higher then your friend's."
"Douriki?" asked Zesiro.
"Its some power measuring technique," said Zenmaru, "not many people can tell what another person's Douriki is. He probably has the Te Awase ability or something."
"I haven't heard of anything like that, but according to this Douriki thing," said Zesiro with a smile, "I'm stronger then he is, so this probably won't take long." Zesiro unsheathed his two katanas. "What's your name?"
"Daimyo," said the man as he brandished two of his own katanas.
Battle of the Beasts!
The 3300 Douriki Beast!
I always liked the Douriki and Te Awase ability and was upset that they were only mentioned for the one story arc. So, I decided Daimyo would have it and it would increase his deadly abilities. Other then that enjoy ruminating over the idea of Zesiro versus Daimyo. Prepare for blasphemy, booze, and blood in the next chapter!