Don't Own anything.
'thought'
"Speech"
"Tvs, Radios, and Text via book or newspaper... when those are around..."
"So, we need to defeat this sand guy?" I blandly ask as I run alongside the straw hat wearing pirate and his first mate swordsman, mildly surprised that I can even keep up with their sprint. I have returned to my original form, tail lashing out behind me as my upper pair of ears fold back to prevent the noise of rushing air from giving me a headache. "That's tough. Logia's are always a mess. But luckily he's someone who has very obvious weaknesses."
"How do I punch this guy? Won't he turn out like smokey did in Loguetown?" Luffy asks between breaths.
"There's two main ways to beat a Logia... besides standard devil fruit weaknesses like swimming and seastone. One is Armament haki, which none of us have, Two is finding a 'counter element'. Something that works on the element in question. Like you'd use fire on an ice guy and ice on a fire guy... Sand has two I can think of. Fire to melt him into glass, and, because sand is primarily dry, water can clump him together."
"So I just need to get him wet?" Luffy asks.
"Or have your hands be wet when you go to punch him, yes." I nod. "If you don't have water, fire, or haki. Don't bother. You won't hurt him."
"And. Speaking of water... Cancel." I end the effect of one of my spells.
"Shi-shi-shi." The black haired rubber man lowly chuckles. "I'LL BEAT HIM UP!"
We finally make it to roughly the end of the underground tunnel we were rushing through, it is quite long, appearing to lead out of the city that Crocodile's casino is in.
Two figures appear at the very end of the tunnel, the first, a black-haired woman wearing a white cowboy hat and a long white fluffy coat that goes down past her knees, the next is a man with a large furry greenish black overcoat draped around his shoulders. Underneath he wears an orange striped shirt and black pants. His left arm is amputated roughly halfway down his forearm, a large, bulbous golden hook replacing his hand.
He has shoulder-length slicked back black hair, and a scar on his face that crosses the bridge of his nose, continuing to each of his cheek bones, making it look as if his face was cut in half some time in the past.
I hold out my hand, a blue sigil appearing in the air.
Two globs of water shoot out, hanging in the air in front of us as I slide to a halt.
Luffy grins, chopping his hands through the two orbs as he runs past, splattering both to the floor.
"CROCODIIIIILE!" He roars, causing the two figures to turn and look back.
"Tenacious, Straw hat. How did you get out of your prison?" The black haired man questions with an annoyed frown.
"The Bananagator which had eaten the key must have come out and been struck by one of his allies in the cage." The black haired woman supplies. "Which in turn, caused it to throw it up close enough to be grabbed."
"You have the luck of the gods, straw hat. But that luck has run out." The sand man lowly growls.
"Gum Gum... PISTOL!" Luffy shouts as he swings his arm back, his hand shoots off, passing just over my shoulder as he continues running.
"it's futile." The warlord scoffs as the fist shoots forwards like a rubber band.
*CRUNCH*
Luffy's knuckles crunch into his nose, snapping his head back and sending his body flailing down the hall, he lands on the stairs and promptly deforms into a pile of sand that drapes itself across the bottom five steps, only his head and golden hook hand remaining cohesive.
His head stares blankly for a long moment, eyes wide in surprise as blood drips down his lips.
"What?" He hollowly whispers.
"They just came from a flooding room, sir." The woman observes. "It makes sense that they are wet. There is also someone who we didn't have in our reports."
"Hey." I lazily greet with a half-lidded, almost bored expression.
The warlord reforms, wiping his bloody nose as Luffy grins. "I'll make you pay for what you've done to Vivi's treasured home."
Crocodile lifts a hand, his fingers turning to sand.
My bestial ears twitch back as I hear a certain familiar sound.
So. It has finally caught up.
"It's here!" I call out as I cup my hands, a blue sigil appearing in the air.
A wave of water rushes down the hallway from behind me.
My eyebrow twitches as I cause it to split around Zoro, Luffy and myself.
Parting wave of rushing water that is taller than I am taking considerable effort as we rush forwards.
The cowboy hat wearing woman's eyes widen as she turns and begins to run up the stairs, a wave of sand rushes from Crocodile's hands as he creates a wall of sandstone in the wave's path.
The wave crashes through it effortlessly, the sand only putting up a fight for a mere moment or so.
The warlord retreats up the stairs as Luffy leaps through the thin curtain of water. "CROCODIIIIIIIIILE!"
As I take a step up onto the staircase, I flick a hand upwards, "Water Make: Darts" causing arrows of water to shoot from the steadily filling pool behind us.
They shoot up the stairs, towards the retreating haze of sand.
Crocodile lets out a small grunt as the water shoots through his discorporate body of sand
A sand wall appears, blocking off the next volley of attacks.
"WHY ARE YOU RUNNING?!" Luffy shouts. "YOU BASTAAAAARD!"
He dashes up the stairs, hand coming back.
His knuckles smash into the wall, causing cracks to cascade throughout the construct.
"Luffy. Let me." Zoro frowns as he steps forwards, sword exploding from his sheath.
With a rapid slash, a square is cut out of the wall, opening a path... for about three steps as it comes to another sandstone wall.
He cuts through five more walls, allowing us to continue up the staircase.
Our run eventually comes to a stop as we come to a pile of sand that blocks the entire tunnel.
"DAMN IT!" Luffy shouts.
I nod slowly and create a miniature wall of water to cover my body.
I hold out both hands. "Water Make: Wheel!"
What looks like a large water wheel appears in front of me, it begins slowly spinning as it is pressed against the sand filling the cave.
Sand is quickly moved out of the way of the wheel by the large paddles attached to it, sand is being slung backwards, pelting my barrier.
It takes some time but eventually I break through the sand that had buried the exit of the tunnel.
Crocodile is nowhere to be seen.
I slowly walk through an abandoned building, a slim frown on my face.
The plan is simple.
There is no plan.
Crocodile left out a lot of the details of his own plan, 'Project Utopia' thus we cannot plan around his plan.
I guess saying that we don't have a plan is a little inaccurate, because at the end of the day, 'stop baroque works' is technically a plan.
It's just not a very good or detailed one.
My task in this 'plan' of ours?
I wasn't given one. Thus, I will be doing my own thing.
I remember something pretty keenly about the Alabasta arc of one piece.
I shove a bookcase out of the way and calmly begin walking up the staircase hidden behind it.
The big 'oh shit' moment in Alabasta.
A large cannon with a bomb in it, preparing to take out both the rebel army and the royal army.
A bomb that'll level most of the city.
It's basically a small nuclear bomb.
It's also on a timer, guarded by two snipers.
I try to silence my footsteps as much as possible, spraying a watery mist from a coin-sized magic circle on my fingertip.
I stop abruptly, a frown on my face as I spy water droplets clinging to something cross the staircase.
A thin, almost invisible, string.
I carefully step over it and continue on, eyes cautiously looking around the spiraling staircase.
Several more trip wires are avoided, the sounds of roaring conflict, clashing steel, gunshots, and screaming echoing out from outside.
"Hey Hey Mr. Seven~ we've got ten minutes till the blast! Gero Gero Gero~" A female voice echoes out down the hallway.
"Ufufufufufu. Yes, Miss Father's Day, tell me, has anyone gotten close yet?" A high pitched male voice replies with an extremely thick, posh, accent.
"No, but there is this annoying bird flying around. Should I shoot it down? Gero Gero!"
"No. I doubt the fools. Even knooow we are up here." 'Mr. Seven' replies.
With a flash, a blue-ish knife appears in my hand.
It more akin to a throwing knife than something you'd consider fighting in melee combat with.
It has no handle, merely being an extension of metal with a gap through the center to keep it lightweight.
Some form of liquid seems to have frozen to the sides of the throwing knife.
I make it to the top of the stairs and glance around the darkened room, thankfully my supernatural perception grants me a tremendous advantage.
Two people have their backs facing me, the first, a short man wearing a large purple coat, he has short curly white hair that seems stylized like a helmet, the most noticeable thing about him from this angle would be his large yellow shoes which make a sharp turn upwards at the toes and then points backwards, like the number seven.
The woman is- somehow- dressed like even more of a fucking idiot.
Clashing colors. Frog theme.
Like, not even frogs in a cute manner.
She is tall and lanky, has purple hair with a long, thin widows peak, but beyond that I can't tell her hair style because she has this HORRIDLY ugly green frog helmet thing, with like... green wings tipped with white softballs?
Her clothes are no better, green poofy shoulder pads with a pink and purple polka dotted main tank top.
Her skirt shares that same color scheme as her shirt.
Her boots are equally whacky, being literally just entire frogs. Legs and all.
But nothing can prepare you for the yellow button up shirt underneath her polka dotted outfit, and the blue tie that goes with it.
Never before in my life have I ever wanted to do more violence to people than I do at this very moment.
Every bone in my body has been changed into 'Attack Mode.'
The knife glows an eerie red as I bring back my arm.
"Huh?" The man questions as I swing my arm downwards.
They both turn and look back towards me, but its too late.
The blade spirals through the air, slashing across the man's shoulder.
The blade abruptly curves, stopping its rotation as it shoots off like a bolt fired from a crossbow.
*THUNK*
Globs of blood are shot from the woman's mouth as the knife sinks into the wall behind her, digging into the stone frame of the large clock.
"M-MISS FATHER'S DAY!"
The blade which had only slightly cut him, punched cleanly through the woman's stomach.
"You fiend!" The man roars as the woman collapses, he turns, lifting a yellow gun with a square shaped barrel, the handle bends forwards, like a seven.
I duck to the side as he pulls the trigger, a dice shooting from the pistol and smashing into the wall behind me, it detonates with a small flash of light.
He pauses, eyes growing wide as his knees shake, he collapses to the floor a moment later.
Good. The poison got him.
I prowl forwards looming over him as he fearfully looks up at me.
I take his gun and rifle through his pockets.
Gun. Dice-shaped bullets. Gunpowder.
Ah. Right. One Piece has cyborgs but use flintlocks... which can fire multiple times without reloading for some reason.
That might just be an anime-only thing. Here they have all the 'flintlock required items', like a bag of gunpowder, and compaction rod.
I look at the woman's weapon as well, a purple bulbous looking handgun with a frog's head at the tip of the barrel.
I let out a long sigh and reach into my pocket, pulling out something that the straw hats gave me.
A snail with a shell that has a radio receiver in its back, attached with a long spiraling cord.
Its eyes are closed.
I quietly dial the number I was given.
"Bedo-Bedo-Bedo-Bedo." The snail intones, sounding similar to the ringing of a phone.
I calmly walk away from the two baroque works frontier agents and tug my knife from the wall, looking over it with a small grin.
A while back I 'learned' the sword skills from sword art online.
It's sort of cheating in a way, due to how easy they were to learn. Merely by copying the motion they do once, I can then 'activate' it in the future whenever I want. That in turn guides me along into completing the motion. I can deviate, but I'll admit, I'm not skilled enough with a sword to make decisions like that, so I typically just follow the 'guide' the sword skills lay out before me.
"Bedo-Bedo-Bedo-Bedo."
Argo-two really helped out with her mastery of throwing weapons. I just needed to copy her throwing stance, then boom. Throwing knives around corners. Hurling knives like they are bullets shot from guns. Tossing four knives at once with a single hand, hitting four separate target spots.
Throwing is overpowered.
Lisbeth's creations are overpowered.
The 'Frozen Throwing Knives' are sharp and durable enough to cut steel without becoming dull, what happens if you do something like I just did and cause a knife to move faster than you could have ever stabbed it? Supernatural strength be damned?
You get a knife which cleanly passes through people's bodies as if you had shot them with a gun.
Sort of scary when you think about it.
"Ca-Lick." The snail announces, signifying that I have connected.
The snail's face lights up, looking frantic. "Argo! There's a bomb somewhere near the town squa-"
"Clocktower." I casually shrug.
"Wh-"
"The bomb is in the clock tower. In a large cannon. I defeated the two agents who were going to fire it. Seemingly far too stupid to realize that they would have been caught in the blast radius as well." I explain.
"W-What?" The man on the floor gasps.
"T-Then you got it?"
"No. It's ticking. Clearly, it's going to blow up at some point. If not when it was supposed to be fired, within thirty seconds to a minute of that moment."
"Damn it." The girl on the other side of the phone whispers.
"Wait... Pell!" Vivi calls out.
I walk over to the large clock face and kick it, causing it to slowly swing outwards.
"Pell's on his way, Argo. Stay there."
"Gotcha."
"Ca-Lick"
The call ends.
"Hm." I lowly hum as I look over the two agents.
Both are still unmoving on the floor.
A result of the paralysis poison.
After around a minute a large falcon swoops through the open clockface and lands in a crouch.
His form shifts and morphs into a man wearing a white robe, he has short brown hair and numerous four-pointed stars across the front of his clothing, two purple streaks are under his eyes as his hand falls to the sword at his hip. "Are you the one you call Argo."
"I am." I nod once. "This is Mr. Seven and Miss Father's Day. They are apparently snipers for Baroque works... despite their extremely questionable and laughably ugly outfits."
"I will take the bomb away from here." He declares as he shifts back into bird form. "When it is plunged into the sea, it will pose no problem for Alabasta."
"Alright. In which case, I believe that I'll see if my help is needed elsewhere." I note as I slowly turn and make my way back to the stairs.
I can hear the falcon man's feet sink into the bomb as I disappear down the steps.
'noooow. Where to next?'
I gaze across a miniature battlefield.
Dozens of men in white and blue clothing lay injured across the street.
Marines.
Only marines.
There are no enemy casualties.
The short black haired, glasses wearing woman whom I had released earlier today kneels on the ground, katana stabbed into the road.
She grits her teeth, glaring hatefully at the ground.
She hears my approach and quietly looks up. "You..."
"Hey. How's it going. Are you all alright?" I question.
Her gaze moves around the entire platoon behind her. "Nobody is dead... or dying... we are fine."
She opens her mouth to say something, only to falter a moment later.
She gathers her courage and eventually asks. "Why do you help the straw hats?"
"Eh. They seem like they need all the help they can get. Besides. They are good people." I blandly answer.
"But they are pirates!" She frowns.
"Pirates can be good people. Just like how marines can be bad people." I admit casually.
"That is-" she bites back.
"…"
"Is that really true?" She whispers. "Y-You're lying. The marines are good. They help people."
"What benefit would there be to lie to you?" I question with a blank, half-lidded glare, a small smile gracing my lips. "Besides. Isn't the fox the most trustworthy animal in the world? I'd never lie to you. The fact that Luffy even has a bounty is because of a corrupt marine. Nezumi I think it was. Basically he was taking bribes from Arlong, keeping his bounty low as he kept an entire island chain prisoner. One hundred thousand jewel per adult per month, and fifty thousand per child life tax. If you don't pay it. You die. Basically Luffy showed up after this marine took the money one of his crewmates was gathering to buy the islands from Arlong, then after being rightfully beat up, cried to marine Hq about how he was a 'danger to society' and playing him up as some sort of monster, ignoring the fact that he himself had been keeping an island chain hostage."
She stares for a long moment. "I- no. You're wrong. Crocodile is just the bad egg-"
"Pfffft-" I laugh. "You- You think CROCODILE is the bad egg?!"
"Oh my god, that's fucking hilarious. He's evil, sure. But he's only the THIRD evilest warlord and probably among the weakest."
"E-Explain?"
"Well, to put it simply, first, you have Jimbe, branded a pirate because he worked with a group who freed slaves from the world government. He's decidedly the nicest."
"BUT SLAVES ARE ILLEGAL!" The woman shouts.
"Slaves are illegal... to everyone but those at the top of the red line. The Celestial Dragons. They can do anything. They can stab, shoot, torture. Kill people. Forcibly take married woman to be their wives. Rape. Steal. And if someone so much as bumps into one of them... an Admiral is called down on their head. THAT is who you work for. Your little world government is diseased. Rotten to the core. There are nice marines, sure. But when you have an admiral genocide a civilian evacuation ship because it's easier than checking if there is a criminal on board, there is something crucially wrong with your system. You're like the largest pirate group in the world. You tax the territories under your rule, and you can destroy at your own leisure. Have you ever heard of a buster call? It's something the marines have to erase islands."
Her hands shake as tears begin to well in her eyes.
"Hrn... where was I?" I lowly mutter for a moment before smiling brightly. "Oh Right! Rating the warlords based on evilness. After Jimbe, you have Kuma. He doesn't really count because he is becoming a robot and losing his personality. Next, you have Mihawk, who doesn't typically bother anyone unless they catch his interest, and even then, never noncombatant civilians... unless they are suicidal idiots and provoke him, Then you have... the pretty one... uhhh... fuck. I can't remember her name right now, but she's basically a raging feminist. 'Kill all men. Women are the best.' That sort of thing. THEN. And ONLY then do you have Crocodile."
"After that, Moria. Who tears people's shadows out to stuff into zombies. But, I suppose he's a lazy good for nothing and if you stay out of the Florian Triangle you'll be fine. Finally, there's Doflamingo. Hohoho don't even get me started on what that fucking psychopath does."
I slowly rise to my full height, foxlike ear briefly twitching. "Anything to add to this, Crocodile?"
"Please... do go on about your little 'Evilness ranking'." The sleazy man huffs as he steps out from behind a building, hand resting on his golden hook.
"Oh? Are you saying that you are more evil than Doflamingo?" I question with a savage grin.
"It's not a matter of evil." The man frowns. "I do not do this because I enjoy it. I do it to accomplish a goal. I am nothing like that psychopathic simpleton."
My body grows and deforms, my extra pair of ears and my tail abruptly disappearing.
My hair becomes a short blond as my height grows, my skin tone becoming slightly darker than my earlier extremely pale complexion, I now wear a white, open dress shirt with nothing underneath, showing off tightly packed muscle, I have purple pants with pinkish stripes and an orange belt.
Around my shoulders I wear a tremendous pink feathered coat.
On my face I have thin, white, curved sunglasses with red lenses.
I am now over ten feet tall.
A dark chuckle leaves my lips, eventually moving into full-blown laughter, my voice no longer my own. "You have grown quite arrogant, Crocodile."
He stares up at me as a toothy menacing smile crosses my face. "To run your mouth in my presence."
The fingers of my left hand twitch as if I were playing a harp on the air itself.
He holds up a hand, a sharp blade of sand shooting forwards.
**Poof**
The attack hits nothing but air as I shrink back to normal, sword in hand as I rush forwards.
He shifts his aim, eyes widening as he glances to the side.
He jumps-
*BOOM*
A tremendous glob of water shot from a glowing blue magic circle strikes where he was standing, sending a spray of water in all directions.
He lets out a low growl as he lands a short distance away, stomping his foot, now slightly damp.
I roll forwards placing a hand on the ground as I cartwheel away from the torrent of sharpened sand that tears through the stone road and crashes through a nearby building.
Numerous throwing knives appear in my hand as all four begin to glow a deep red color.
I land with a crouch and with a swing of my arm, four knives are shot towards the warlord.
He manages to avoid them all, most merely passing through his body as he opens holes for the knives to pass through, but the fourth almost striking his leg, which he had to jerk out of the way.
A stream of water shoots from my hand as I run forwards.
It makes contact with a miniature twister of sand, being dispersed into the surroundings.
A large golden hook shoots from out of the twister, loosely connected by a stream of sand as it flies towards my body.
*CLANG*
I swing my ice blade upwards, creating a shower of sparks as I barely manage to knock the hook away.
Well, he's stronger than me. That's one thing.
I narrowly avoid numerous sharpened blasts of sand by raising a wall of water, hampering them, and deforming them, just enough for me to get out of the way.
A sheen of sand forms behind me as a leather sack appears in my hand, the sack is stylized in the shape of a frog.
I flip forwards and hurl it at the ground as Crocodile forms behind me, with a flick of my wrist a bolt of fire strikes the pouch.
A wave of heat washes over me as a fairly violent explosion covers the warlord of the sea, the gunpowder in the bag igniting beautifully I land on my feet, a small pillar of water from a magic circle crashes down on the area as I tense my body.
I lunge forwards, stomping my left foot as I bring my sword up over my shoulder, the blade glows a deep purple as I smirk viciously.
The smoke clears as I quickly twist in place, halting my charge briefly as a hook swipes through the place I would have been in a moment later had I kept running.
Sweat pools at my brow at that fact as I complete a full three-sixty turn and slash downwards once.
The blade swipes across the warlord's chest, not cutting seriously deep as he had taken a step back, but still drawing blood.
If the skill didn't require that little startup spin he would have hurt me pretty badly right there.
The next stroke of the sword skill misses as I take another step, the third is blocked by his golden hook as he turns slightly, hand reaching for my face.
My sword slashes through the air, cutting barely through the side of his hand as I retreat.
Three darts of water crash into his body as I tense my body, preparing for another attack.
Blood drips from the corners of his mouth as he raises a hand, I duck to the side, but he is far too close for me to dodge it completely.
"Desert Grande Espada"
'ah. Shit.'
I am sent flying through the air, wind whistling by my ears as I am smashed brutally through a window.
Blood spews from my mouth as an absolutely massive cut opens on my chest, from shoulder to hip.
I lay on the ground for a moment, pain lancing throughout my body.
With a dull flash of requip magic, a potion appears in my hand.
I drink it and just continue to lay there, blood dripping out of my nose and the corners of my mouth as I slump to the floor, my mind is in a haze of pain, I can barely think straight.
Yeaaaah... I'm just gonna... lay here and pretend that I was killed by that.
This is just what I get for trying to act like a super epic badass and take on the arc's big bad.
Stay a shopkeeper, Argo. You're not strong enough to fight these fuckers yet.
I look down to my chest to see the fancy cloth shirt I am wearing has a massive tear in it.
DAMN IT! This FULLY ENHANCED twenty fifth floor armor! And he cut through it like it was paper!
Admittedly it wasn't actual armor and more like a silk robe that gained some magical defenses, but STILL! It's plus fifteen!
I lay there, quietly waiting for the potion to begin mending my broken and battered body.
The armor totally saved my life, though. Without it, I'd be in two pieces, probably.
I slowly get up as I hear a massive explosion rock the city. I crawl out of the broken window and look around, patting my sore chest.
It has been about ten minutes, since I started playing dead.
My wound has sealed, but it still hurts like a motherfucker. Thus I drank a second potion so I should be fully healed sometime in the next ten minutes.
The platoon of marines have disappeared somewhere, the street is empty.
'Damn it. I really should up my training somewhat.'
In the distance, I can see the earth bulging, buildings falling and tilting sideways.
"Huh?"
*CRASH*
A heap of a man crashes into the pavement just down the street.
"…"
A smirk crosses my lips.
Oh. An opportunity.
I hold up a hand, conjuring a magic circle.
Crocodile's head is cleaved off by a sharpened whip of water, blood begins to pool in the stone path.
I don't particularly feel bad about that.
He nearly killed me, I killed him, I'm now going to go to the marketplace I saw when I entered the city.
My feet are just a blur as I run down the road, my destination set.
I need to get there as soon as possible.
A single drop of water falls in front of me.
'ah. Damn. It's about to rain.'
I continue sprinting without even a moment of pause.
That fruit will be mine.
I slide to a halt in the middle of the place which used to be a massive sprawling marketplace, it had been ransacked by the clashing armies as they moved into the town square.
Rain begins pouring from the sky as I quickly glance around, I move through the stalls, stepping over crushed fruit, torn cloth, and tipped-over spices.
Then I see it...
A grin crosses my lips as I quickly rush forwards and snatch up my prize, not even flinching at the extremely sharp cactus needles that stab my hands.
It is almost perfectly spherical in shape, lines crossing down the sides of the fruit like a pumpkin, only with spikey cactus needles following along the lines, the colors alternate between a light tan and a deeper brownish color with rows of spirals leading down each lobe, on each side are two little handles that look like the extra 'branches' of some species of cactus. On top of the fruit is a green stem and numerous little green blossoms.
Suna Suna no Mi (Sand-Sand Fruit):
Something known as a devil fruit. Devil Fruits are foul tasting fruits which grant you special abilities ranging from time manipulation to turning into a zebra in exchange for your ability to swim. There are three main kinds of devil fruits, Logia, Zoan, and Paramecia, this fruit in particular is a Logia devil fruit, the type that grants the consumer the ability to control a near limitless amount of a certain element, in addition to being able to transform their body into that element at their own whims. This fruit allows the consumer to manipulate and transform into sand, in addition to being able to dry out any plant or animal. Even humans.
Notice: Unlike a normal fruit, a Devil Fruit does not ripen or rot.
Estimated Current Market Value: 830,000,000 Beri
My eyebrows raise at the price.
Well, I mean, it's a logia fruit. Those are amongst the strongest type.
The fruit in question is quickly placed in my inventory as I run a hand along my slashed shirt.
Well now.
That's one way to make eight point three million dollars... and I haven't even begun to take a look at the other stuff I'll be nabbing.
This was quite the profitable excursion... and I only had to almost die once!
Well Well, Crocodile's dead. He was totally killed from the fall. And his devil fruit has found its way into Argo's grubby little hands.
I wonder what he plans on doing with it? What sort of nefarious purposes will he have for a 8.3 million dollar paperweight?
Time will tell.
Guest reviews:
QQwantsYou: I honestly really don't like QQ. I post on fanfiction because of the search system and the sheer amount of content, mainly. I don't really like 'threads' to be honest.
Guest 001: I might consider writing a snippet for it one day, but not anytime soon, sadly.
Reader 451: Minesweeper's also pretty good tbh.
Kyo: SAO doesn't really have any 'Skillbooks'. Also, yes, he can tell what fruits are by looking due to his ability to 'Appraise' things.
Guest 002: Well, I mean, flintlocks and muskets are sort of a hassle.
VLF: correct.
GuestCheetoes: I mean, GOOD FUCKING LUCK tbh. He can appear anywhere and everywhere, and has enough power currently to mildly inconvenience a warlord- albeit probably amongst the weakest of the warlords, and with a hard counter to him, but the point still stands, he caused crocodile to bleed.
Guest 003: Well, at the moment, he has no real 'goal'. Just sell stuff, train sometimes, he's being pretty lazy about it but the near-death experience has probably changed a few things.
Anyways, I'll see you all later!