Pro
Characters: Penguin, Shachi. Rating: K+. Warnings: None
The sword was heavy in his hands, and the only reason Penguin hadn't dropped it was because doing so would end up with a vicious lecture from both Law and Shachi about how to treat swords. There was also the chance he'd slice his own foot off, which would greatly upset his captain.
Still, he didn't want to be holding it, had still never learnt how to use one of the things, and sent a baleful glare in the direction of the idiot that had tossed it to him. Mugiwara, for all that he was a powerful and dangerous pirate, was also dumber than a bag of rocks. Penguin had definitely met more intelligent rocks in the Grand Line. Hell, even Swallow Island had smarter rocks than the rubberman.
"Seriously?" Shachi materialised next to him almost immediately, plucking the hilt from his hands and scrutinising the blade with shade-covered eyes. "Never give him stuff like that! He'll hurt himself!"
One time. You cut your hand on a sword one time. Besides, it had been Kikoku. Cursed swords don't count. She'd bitten Shachi, too.
But he couldn't complain; he didn't like swords and Shachi was welcome to that battered specimen. The idiot had left his own on the Tang.
"Step aside and watch a pro."
Not including Law, who wasn't even a fair comparison with his inclusion of the Ope Ope no Mi into his swordsmanship, Shachi was the best swordsman in the Heart Pirates. He wasn't the best in present company - Roronoa Zoro was like a demon possessed, bare teeth clamped down on the white hilt of his third sword - but he was the best in the crew. Watching him slice his way through the no-names, leaving corpses strewn behind him, Penguin grinned.
The Strawhats weren't the only threat here.
Not about to step back and let Shachi be the sole representation for their crew in this little scuffle, Penguin let his armament haki coat his hands and charged in after him.
Another little drabble-y one from a tumblr prompt!
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Tsari