Capsaicin cookie braced himself for what was to come. He felt he was finally ready for the shackles to some off after the triple cone cup. Him, his headmaster and father Habanero magma cookie, and his partners. The cookies he loves most.
His father got out heavy pliers that he bought long ago for taking off the shackles, but he felt he wasnt ready yet. He still remembered himself as an uncontrollable beast fully relying on emotion to decide whether everything around him burned to the ground or not.
A monster.
"Alright Cap, you ready?" his father said.
"Yeah, I'm ready." the young, spicy cookie said with a nervous tone and a shaky breath.
"You got this love!" Kouign-amann cookie said to encourage her dear boyfriend.
Then the headmaster got the pliers under the shackles. Something finally touched the bruised dough underneath the heavy, ash-plated metal.
"Agh, what the hell are these things made of!?" The headmaster yelled, realizing just how thick and tough these shackles are.
"Here, let me help!" Said the young paladin enthusiastically. She then grabbed the pliers and applied some force.
The shackles then immediately crushed under the pressure of kouign-amann cookie's immense strength and the pliers. She did this a couple more times until the shackles broke off.
"You are far too strong for your own good, Koui." Said the potion maker with a hidden tint of envy in his voice. They had started with the right wrist. Once the shackle broke off, it revealed the tender, bruised dough underneath. But, whenever the steps were repeated on the left wrist, something different was found. The same tender and bruised dough, but something was encrypted into him like a tattoo.
72-4
What did this number mean? None of them knew. But it seems they were determined to find out.