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"HAHAHA! You guys are such cowards!" Sakurai laughed as he sank a beer. "Scared of a girl that is taking off her pants! What are you? 14? I am telling you, she was testing us! A war of wills!" Sakurai ordered a new beer and leaned over the table, looking the two in their eyes "Girls like guys who have a spine, let me tell you that"" he slapped the two on their backs. "If you shy away, they will think that you are unable to be their equal, and thus, you're not gonna win them over!" Sakurai sank the new beer and got up, heading for the door. "So I am not gonna cancel this gig. Not for her, not for you, not for anyone! So join me if you want!" he slammed his fist into the frame of the door, almost splinering the frame. He smiled with excitement dancing in his eyes as the entire establishment turned their eyes his way.
"ALLRIGHT, YOU LUCKY CLIENTELLE OF THIS AWESOME ESTABLISHMENT! I AM GONNA PERFORM AT STAGE 8 AT THE LOCAL FESTIVAL... AND THE AFTER-CONCERT PARTY IS GONNA BE HELD RIGHT HERE! SO LETS GO WILD AND PARTY UNTIL WE DROP!" he strapped his guitar on "COME ON!" his hands started to crackle with electricity, which made the guitar roar as he slammed down over the strings "LISTEN TO MY SONG!" he started singing and playing an upbeat rock-song while walking towards stage 8.
Like some Piper of Hamlet, he had a tail of eager people following him as he got on the stage, and with a exaggerated head-bang, he tossed Afro to the drums. While the octopus started playing, he went over to another song, keeping up an incredible flow.
It's time... knocking up the pace!
Night's waiting... for the beat...!
Shake loose... music's in your face!
We're gonna... tear down... ALL THE LIMITS WE CAN SEE!
YOUR LIFE... IT IS TONIGHT!
LIVE WITHOUT RESERVATION!
JUST LIVE... WITHOUT FRIGHT!
Let them shake their heads, we'll dance all night!
Grinding their bitterness... who the hell cares?
I tell you, we will keep on... it's our right!
Shake off your reservations... and your fears!
THROW AWAY YOUR COMPASS AND MAP!
LET THE RYTHM SHOW YOU THE WAY!
THE GROOVE WILL BAIT THE MUSIC TRAP!
MAKE YOU DANCE- NIGHT AND DAY!
Sakurai kept singing, until he came to a solo. He then whispered to himself "Come on guys! We will be the greatest band in the world yet!"
As Meijin collapsed on the stage, he immediately fell into a deep sleep. A vivid dream started to form as the Triviamaster delved into slumber.
The dream was so real to him because it was one of the most traumatic events of his life. Back upon his ship, The Enigma, Meijin “Triviamaster” Trivalu, also known as Captain Random of the Triviamaster pirates stood on the starboard bow looking reflectively out upon the vast West Blue. For a couple of years, Captain Random had received quite the reputation as a highly intelligent, if not eccentric captain. He and his crew explored various islands searching for truths to myths and solving the great riddles of the sea. As Captain Random stood on his hand-made ship, dark clouds gathered over the horizon.
From behind him, he heard his first mate call out, “Hey, Captain!” Captain Random turned around to see his entire crew on the deck behind his first mate, who continued, “When are we going to see some action? All we ever do is sail around in search for hidden treasures that have already been claimed! When’ll we get to start looting and pillaging like all the other pirate crews get to?” Pointing out the obvious answer, Captain Random said, “If you wanted to be like all the other pirate crews, you should have joined them instead.” His smirk vanished when he saw the determination in everyone’s eyes and that no one else was smiling.
A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky. Almost as if the lightning had torn the clouds asunder, it began to rain. The first mate said, “We feel that you don’t have our best interests at heart and have decided to pursue other avenues of adventure.” Behind him, the crew was nodding their heads. Captain Random jumped down off the bow and sauntered up to the first mate. As the rain dripped off his sunglasses, he said, “So, what do you all plan to do about it?” Turning around, he shouted to the storm and the crew, “YOU ALL KNOW THAT I’D BE ABLE TO BEAT YOU!” That’s when the blow from behind came and knocked him out.
When he regained consciousness a few moments later, he saw that he had been tied up and was standing on a makeshift plank. Captain Random could feel the deep jabbing of the pole into his back, urging him forward, as if it was really happening (in reality, Mei was poking him). With the dignity of a much better man, Captain Random reached the end of the plank, turned around and smiled as he said, “You know, this isn’t over. I’ll hunt down each and every one of you mutinous dogs and see that you get your justice on the lowest level of hell.” With this final speech, the plank broke and he fell into the surging ocean. Since he was tied up, it was difficult to swim, not to mention the feeling of enormous pressure on his lungs due to the increasing depth of the water (in reality, Jinn had landed on Meijin, knocking the wind out of him).
It seemed to Trivalu that this drowning nightmare would never end until he felt an unnatural poking again. Meijin awoke with a start to see Kuro and Mei crouched over him. His hand went to his sweating forehead and wiped off the perspiration as he sighed, “It was only a dream.” Glancing at the two girls over him, he noticed that Kuro wasn’t wearing any pants. With a raised eyebrow, the Triviamaster asked, “What did I miss?”
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Jinn and Mat had somehow managed to get the reluctant-to-leave Sakurai to a nearby bar. It was like fishing for a giant shark that wriggled as if its life depended on it. Finally they sat him down at the bar counter with a "phew". The bartender, a bit surprised by the commotion, attended to their needs quickly, bringing out a mug of beer for each. Sakurai grumbled something as Mat rubbed his now sore arm and Jinn sighed.
What a pain... Jinn thought as he grabbed the icy cold refreshment.
"You're lucky we saved you Sakurai! She was about to hand it to ya... but she sure is attractive." Mat commented and in another voice, he responded to himself as Din. "I can't believe she just took off her pants... so embarassing..."
It was then that Sakurai burst into a speech about how to really treat women, downing his beer and ordering a second.
"Girls like guys who have a spine, let me tell you that. If you shy away, they will think that you are unable to be their equal, and thus, you're not gonna win them over!" He seemed rather confident in his words but Jinn just rolled his eyes. Mat seemed a tad interested though, nodding to his speal.
"Yeah, whatever fish-man." the scarf-wearing nakama mumbled and Sakurai didn't hear him. The merman then proceeded to shout some things about continuing with the concert, after parties, and music. Pumping up the crowd, he grabbed his guitar and start yet another song which gathered most of the bar patrons into a group trailing him down the road. And suddenly-- it was quiet. Jinn relaxed a bit, enjoying the sudden change in atmosphere. He took another drink of his beer and looked over at Mat/Din. He was bouncing his head to the tune that Sakurai has left behind. Jinn shook his head with a laugh.
He may be an eccentric lech... but he sure knows how to bring people together. He took another sip of his beer and without looking over at Mat/Din, spoke to him. "You can follow him if you want. We did our best, right?"
"But what about you?" the unaware schizophrenic asked, deciding on what to do. Jinn leaned down, resting his elbows on the bar, fingers entwined, gaze straight ahead.
"I'm going to... think about things I suppose." Mat/Din saw his eyes close and waited a moment. Jinn remained still as Din spoke up.
"Alright, I guess we're going back to the others. Right, Din?"
"We shouldn't leave Jinn here, should we? He's nakama." Din responded and looked at Jinn. "Hey, Jinn? I think you should..." and his words were interrupted by a small snore. Jinn was sleeping in that awkward position... somehow. Mat/Din waved a hand at him sideways, as if batting his oddness away; a can't-believe-this look on his face.
"Oi, oi, oi..."
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Laughter built up inside at the sight of Mat/Din, Jinn, and Sakurai watching her like it was a strip tease, but playing it cool was the key and she pulled it off rather nicely.A sentence was forming in her throat, ready to be unleashed, until the one she was going to speak to and suddenly dragged off so the words changed and came out in a faint yet slightly confused sounding. "But I... wanted that pearl..." She could have attacked the merman with another kick, or rather a punch, but the gracious offer was a bit too hard to pass up.
A quiet voice called to her, making her look to Mei "Umm... what shall we do... about Meijin?" Then her gaze went down to Meijin and she just smiled at his question, helping him back up, "Not a lot, remind me sometime to tell you the whole story, it'd be good for a laugh." The thief went towards the stage then and climbed onto it, going in the back where her bag was and unzippered it to retrieve a fresh pair of pants; she folded the dirtied pair (with the slimed knee tucked in to keep her other clothing clean) where the new pair once was and zippered the bag back up. With new pants on and calmed rage, everything seemed as normal as it could get. Then Sakurai had, once again, arrived.
"good. he fell asleep.." Said kato with a sigh of relief.Yin had fell asleep about 20 minutes after drinking Kato´s potion. Kato just sat there, on a chair besides the bed that Yin was sleeping on, Thinking about his job and his responsibility..
"Joining this crew brings me a great responsibility.. I have to be able to take care of all my nakama. I cant leave single one of them injured. This man will be okay for now but ive got to brace myself for the future.." He thought
Kato took a pencil and a piece of paper and wrote a message to Yin:
|Hey its me Kato, the doctor of our crew. |
|I dont know who you are yet but i hope |
|i will get to know you. I left 2 potions for |
|you to the table, theyre the same type |
|i gave you earlier. If you start to feel |
|bad or weak drink one. |
|im sure that it will make you feel better. |
|From: Kato |
| ^-^ |
| [ ´´ | |
| | | |
| | |_____´ |
| | | |
| |''''''''''''''''''''| |
(drawing of a lama)
After writing the letter and putting the potions on the table, kato packed his stuff and and started walking towards the stage 8.. He pulled the strings of his hood tighter just to make sure that no one would regocnize him a as a lama.
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Mat walked out of the bar and as he exited he said to Din "hay you sure you wana do this show thing now?"
"well... no that ithink about it i don't really want to" he answerd to himself looking at the merman dancing off in the distance
"i guess i just got pulled in it by that guy" he said.
"well then" said Mat with a smile "we got that book to read about the grand line" he said
"yeah i'm dieing to know about how to enter" said Din and started to go twords the inn.
After an hour of drums and guitar, the audience started to wonder if there weren't gonna be any other people on stage. Two people hardly made a band. That is called a "duet". As Sakurai realized that none of the "bandmembers" were coming, he started to play an exceptionally heavy metal song, with extremely fast and hard guitar-play, and furious drums. As half the audience got riled up, the other half left, since it was too loud. At the end, Sakurai directed the guitar to the sky, screaming as he focused almost all his energy into the instrument, which lit up the evening, and shot a lightningbolt into the sky, making motes of light dance down on the audience.
An older merman came walking into the bar after the spectacle had ended. The merman wore the leather jacket and the rest of Sakurai's attire, but he seemed to be in his nineties, with his life ebbing away as he walked (Imagine the principle in Sexy Commando). "...aaa...." he meekly got the attention of the bartender. "Waa... waa... waa..." he began "water`..." he finally finished. The bartender handed him a glass of water. Upon the consumption of the water, the merman slumped lifeless on the counter. The bartender gaped "AAH! HE DIED!" Sakurai(jiisan-mode) merely smiled sheepishly "Mm.. mm.. yes... dead... used... too much... now... my youth... is gone..." The comb-over squid grabbed a quill and wrote something completely illegible, then showed it to the bartender. "I CAN'T READ THAT!"
Kato came walking in, and noticed the octopus' efforts. He studied it for a second and nodded "Mhm. He is gonna be fine! Just needs to recharge." Kato explained. "WHOA!" The bartender mused "You... understanding that gibberish... that means..." Kato bit his teeth and waited for the accusation. "You're a doctor, aren't you!?"
Half the audience had left around the time the heavy metal began, half the audience stayed to enjoy the free show with cheers and waves of hands or fists even as the sky lit up with lightning and it floated back to Earth as glowing musical note confetti. The thief left before all this, not even stopping to steal a wallet or two. Tired legs walked, the bag held by hands with sleeping arms was nothing more than an iron block with a handle.
She couldn't say the day was rough, it was... interesting, but not stressful though it was no where near calming. The inn was quiet, the lobby was empty (except for the guy behind the counter who was actually sleeping with a line of drool riding down the side of his mouth) and all was silent with an evening that matched.
With the bag dumped by the door, boots kicked off, and a chair pulled up by the window the body and mind were at a rare sense of peace Kuro could only wish she felt more often. Back track a bit... you've met new people, saw new things, did some odd things yourself, are you happy? Said the voice of reason, the angel of the right shoulder. The devil was away on vacation, or rather, locked in a mental cage. She nodded to herself and mumbled, "Yeah, I'm happy. I won't be stupid this time, I can promise you that, I won't have tunnel vision and follow one person or thought. But am I being honest? Am I truly happy with this?" There was a short silence after that as she stood and went to the door, pulling on those boots before exiting the room, following the invisible trail that went to the bar. "Guess I am."
Every bar is loud and crowded, no matter where you go or what bar it is. It's gonna be noisy and full of people. So she was a bit surprised at the few people tonight, which lead to only small conversations around the room which was just a group of two or four people. Then she spotted a familiar face. "Oh hey Kato," she spoke cheerfully as she walked over, putting on a smile and giving a wave. "bartender and, um, old... man?"
Meijin looked around at the blood stained stage and wondered, "What really did happen here? Was it some sort of animal sacrifice?" He decided to shrug it off and hopped off the stage. Turning back around, he said, "I'll see you ladies tomorrow. I'm going to finish sleeping in a bed, instead of on the carnage of that stage. Goodnight."
Arriving back at the inn, Trivalu used the bathroom to clean some of his wounds and to re-bandage them. Having already slept a little beforehand, the Triviamaster couldn't get to sleep. He laid on his back and stared at the ceiling. There was a new adventure just over the horizon, he could smell it. With a smile on his face, Meijin's heavy eyelids finally slid into place as he once again delved into a deep sleep.
The old man waggled his walking-stick in an outraged fashion "I... am... 18... years... old... eeeh?" the old merman mumbled. The octopus started to explain through mimes, sign-language and a series of weird "P'kyu"-noises. Kato nodded understandingly. "You see, it's like this: When Sakurai depletes his energy, he becomes all sluggish and burnt out. Going from a strong young guitar-hero to an useless 'lump-of-fatigue old-man-mode' makes him depressed, and he starts to ACT like an old man. He even appreciates tea, silence and hot springs when he is 'Sakurai Oyaji'."
Jinn awoke with a start, his elbow slipping off the counter forced him to come alive. He blinked a few times and looked around his current surroundings. Empty tables and tipped over mugs was all he could see.
"Have a nice nap there, kid?" came a voice. Jinn turned his head to behind the counter where the large bartender was standing, cleaning out a mug with a dishrag... as most traditional bartenders do. Jinn scratched his head, feeling a little embarassed.
"Yeah, something like that. Did you see where that normal looking guy with the blonde hair went?" Jinn asked, changing the topic. "About... yeigh high?" he continued, leveling his hand at exactly Mat/Din's height. Photographic memory paid off soemtimes, even if it was for something trivial.
"Hmm." the bartender thought. "The weird one that was talking to himself?" Jinn nodded. "Well, I can't say where he went for sure. All I know is he mentioned turning in for the night to himself and took off." Jinn closed his eyes. He had no idea where any of his nakama were and how he would contact them again for tomorrow's meeting. He had already forgotten where that Trivia-guy had told him to go. He sighed and opened his eyes.
"Thanks for the help. And the drinks. What do I owe ya...?" Jinn asked, standing and reaching into his jean pocket. A look of surprise shot over his face and the bartender knew he had no money to pay for his single glass of ale.
"Nothing. It's on-the-house considerin' ya kept me company 'til closing time." he said with a wink and Jinn smiled.
"Oi. Thanks gramps. I'll pay ya back when I make it big." With that Jinn stood and placed his hands in his jacket pockets, making his way for the door, the bartender chuckling.
"I'll be waitin' kid!" he shouted after the blue-haired patron just as he got to the door. With a smirk, Jinn waved the bartender off and exited via the main door.
Jinn looked up into the darkening sky, the stars just becoming visable.
"Hmpf. Night already? Looks like I missed that fish-man's concert." He began down the road that joined into one of the mainer streets. "...Wonder if I missed anymore of that girl's.... undergarments." A flash of what he had saw before entered his thoughts and Jinn started drooling a little bit. Not looking where he was going, the scarf-wearing tactician bumped into something. Or rather, someone. The bumped into was knocked to the ground; Jinn kept his balance.
"Oi, sorry 'bout that. Wasn't..." Jinn began but stopped when he saw who it was. It was Ruby, the girl he first met on this island. "R-Ruby??" he made sure, quite surprised. The girl looked up and studied the bumper for a moment. When who it actually was finally hit her, a look of rage entered her eyes.
"Jinn!?" she screamed. The tactician took a step back, a bit frightened from this feminine anger. "You would dare show yourself after promising me that you would wait for me to shop... and then DITCHING me!?"
"No, wait! You've got it all wrong, see..." Jinn couldn't even make his point before Ruby's rage continued.
"You've got some nerve, ya know that!? and with that Ruby raised a hand to slap him, but Jinn's keen observational skills caught this and allowed him to dodge effectively. Now, Ruby wasn't only named that for her red hair. She had the temper of the worst of the worst. And this dodge only angered her more. She tried for another attack, but Jinn dodged again. This repeated a few more times as Jinn tried to apologize and explain what happened. When Jinn thought it was no use, he finally made a run for it. Ruby, however, stayed on his tail, shouting at him the whole way.
Finally, Jinn had made enough twists and turns through random streets to escape her estroginal wrath. Panting quite a bit, and resting his hands on his knees, Eri's right end raised up and wiped the sweat from his forehead. As he caught his breath, Jinn noticed a small grassy area along the side of the road. It contained a bed of flowers on one end and a large tree almost in the center of the grass patch. For some reason, this looked rather appealing to Jinn and he made his way over to the tree and laid down at its base. Eri's two ends acted as a pillow, along with Jinn's hands that had been raised and placed behind his head. He found this spot to be rather comfortable and with a pleased exhale, he shut his eyes.
Finally, a quiet and comfy place free of feminine wrath and temptation. I shall name it... Jinntopia. And with a light nod of his head, Jinn fell into yet another deep slumber.
Yin was still not feeling his best, he had heard someone come in but couldn't respond, he felt better after the person left, his pain was decreasing, he drifted back into his light sleep and for once in his life, he had no dreams while he slept,
Meanwhile Icaris who knew Yin must have been feeling better, was also able to calm down. "The person who came in here was actually a llama?" he thought and started out of the room after the mysteries llama. He followed him down the street for about five minuets and then collapsed from exhaustion,
After looking out for Yin all day he had grown tired, the power it takes to bring Yin down in his angry Yang state would wear anyone out. Most people who have tried to stop him died. The after effect is always bad, but this adventure must have stirred some angry thoughts back in Yin's head causing him to overload. Icaris managed to crawl back to the room.
Finally he curled up in a ball and fell instantly to sleep on Yin's chest
Though she couldn't say she quite understood it, she just nodded and replied with an, "Ah..." She sat at the corner of the bar, resting her elbows against the counter, chin in palm and just shook her head when the bartender offered to get her a drink. It was one thing after another, wasn't it? Sakurai Oyaji, that was something to laugh at, or giggle at even which she could not help but do at the sight and thought. He looked old enough to be her grandfather. "So," she started after her giggle fit finished, prodding a finger at the octopus. "how do we fix it? Let 'im sleep or dump him into the sea?"
Sakurai lifted a hand as if to interject, and a twinkle in his eye would have warned Kuro had she been aware of the impending danger. The "old" merman gasped, and fell forward as if he had a heart-attack, at which point Kuro instinctivly caught him, to save him from hitting the floor face-first. With his face planted smack in the middle of Kuro's chest, the people sitting next to them could HEAR the merman's flaring nostrils inhale, almost like a hentai-battery was charged rapidly.
Kuro almost felt like her purity and innocence was being drained from her, as if the merman had become a vampiric suck-fish, leeching off her in a very R-rated fashion. Sakurai rose up, muscles bulging with energy, eyes burning with perverted glee. "YOSH! REVIVED!" he exclaimed and gave Kuro a thumbs up. Half the establishment gawked slack-jawed at the merman, who seemed to be ready to take on the world.
And those in the bar, eyes wide and jaws hanging, seemed to stop breathing. Even Kuro shared this same look to a lesser extent. It was easy to tell which was worse: being violated by hands or eyes or being violated by something like a vacuum (the vacuum up at the very summit of her list). After a rather long moment she finally stood and brushed the front of her shirt off, biting back on blind rage. She could get annoyed to a point then after that there was no such thing as anger, just a temper problem that was getting a bit easier to control nowadays and she kept it hidden today. As for tomorrow or the next time? She wasn't sure.
"We have a rather big day tomorrow, don't we?" Kuro seemed to calm down, seemed being the keyword here. "We're setting sail and I'm going to have the cook make fried calamari for dinner, sound good? So hurry the hell up and get back to the inn." Kato sensed the thick tension and left in a hurry, a sweat drop rolling down the back of his head.
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Sakurai shook his head. "Don't worry your circular head, Afro, we can just jump into the sea." Afro rubbed his head "pkyu?" Sakurai whispered to Afro "I am sure that with such floatation devices, she would count herself lucky if she manages to get five feet below the surface..." Afro formed a 'fist' with on of his tentacles and thumped it into another, which he held like an open palm, making a nodding gesture. "Pyakuhodo!"
Sakurai flicked a pearl at the barkeep "Should cover the room and expenses, right?" the barkeep gawked at the bag Sakurai kept the pearls in. "USO! How did you get that many?!" Sakurai faced down. "Err... I sorta got lost... and when we get lost, we get depressed, and when we get depressed, we get hungry, and both me and Afro like clams. So we just sorta ate our fill, and found a lot." Sakurai shrugged "Aw well, it's not like they are VERY valuable, right?"
"Natural pearls are worth a lot more than you'd think," she replied. "Oh, I could get five feet below the surface, you watch, I'll show you tomorrow." But without waiting for a remark, she left in a huff, letting the door slam behind her. You should've have let him do that, you should've hit him, you should've yelled, you should've-- it was in the past now so it no longer pattered, except she'd be a bit more prepared and alert around the half-fish pervert.
The walk left longer than usual, the night just a tad later than before, but that was such a comfort for when the thief was back in her room at the inn. She had checked up on Kato only to get no answer, figuring he was already out cold, she shrugged and went to her own room. Curled up under a blanket, facing the window, she slept.
Kato was walking back to the Villages inn , thinking about his crazy crew and the members.
"Ive been walking from place to place the whole day! i need some sleep for now..." he said to himself and Yawned
He went straight to his room, threw his bag under his bed and fell asleep..
With surplus energy, Sakurai retreated to his room, taking out a note-book and an ink-pen. "Hmm..." Sakurai started jotting down some notes and lyrics. As the morning horizon started to turn bluish instead of pitch dark, the song was half-way done. Sakurai hummed the tunes and softly sang:
"When you feel like the world is dead to you, come and give feel her round, soft two.
Life will be good again, oh Kuro-Cha~an
If you ask me 'what it's like dude', let me tell me that it's great, yet somewhat rude.
Life is good again, with Kuro-Cha~an
What is the secret of your bounciing? It makes the bards all come a-singing.
Life is good forever, sweet Kuro-Cha~an
Super electric dynamite body girl! Life is good with her in the world...!"
Sakurai stopped "CRAP! That doesn't rhyme." giving up, he laid back on the bed. "Huh, I guess I should show my appreciation some other way. Perhaps I should make a sonata, I guess merpeople society is more focused on physical stuff than humans anyway. Like that stupid shark preaches. Oo-ooh! We're SOOOO superior... Meh. ... zzzzzz"
As the glorious rays of the sun just began to peek through Meijin’s window, he sat on the edge of his bed, waiting for them. He had tried to sleep the entire night, but was just too excited by the smell of adventures to come. Not getting any sleep was rare for him, so this adventure had to be big! Trivalu had spent the better part of his life in the four main oceans and he had learned as much as he could. But there was a sea that didn’t follow the reason and logic of the other four seas. The Triviamaster needed to learn the idiosyncrasies of the Grand Line, and his quest would be complete.
Meijin grabbed his gear and rushed downstairs to the concierge’s desk. Seeing that no one was attending the desk, he pounded on the bell quickly and constantly for a minute until a tired looking old man still in his pajamas came and pulled the bell away. With a yawn and a scratch, the old man said, “How can I help you, this early in the morning?” Trivalu responded, “I’d like to check out, please.” The old man glanced up at the obviously over-excited man through half-closed eyes and said, “You’ll need to . . . “ The Triviamaster cut him off as he said, “HERE!” and slammed down his keys and the filled out paperwork on the desk. Picking up the paperwork, the old man saw that the entire thing was filled out correctly. He put down the paper and saw that the man had already run out of the room. Muttering to himself, the old man said, “Kids these days, sheesh! They seriously need to switch to decaf.”
The morning was brisk and Meijin could see his breath as he jogged towards stage 8. As he approached, he picked up the pace just like a kid who is rushing down the stairs on Christmas Day. When he entered the plaza, Trivalu couldn’t stop giggling and smiling. Then the bubble burst. His smile vanished. His mouth gaped. His eyes glazed over. Just like a kid who opens all his presents on Christmas Day to discover that all he received were socks that were 4 sizes to big, the Triviamaster curled up into a fetal position of disappointment. As he traced out a figure 8 on the ground, he whispered to himself, “I told them to come to stage 8 this morning, so why didn’t anyone come?”
In the center of the plaza, the big town clock struck the hour. Meijin counted off the chimes to himself. An unusually large sweat-drop formed beside his head as he did the non-existent math. ”It’s only 6:00!” Immediately, Trivalu perked up as he realized that the reason that no one else was there was that everyone else was still asleep! The Triviamaster hoisted himself up onto the stage and let his legs dangle off the side. He kicked them back and forth as he waited for his nakama to come.
Din woke up and lifted his head from the open book. He allready read it during the night.
"hay Mat wake up" he said to his sleepyer personality in dozy vice.
"Wha... why" he answered himself and put his head back on the book.
"Becasue we said we'll meet the triviamaster and the others in the morining" said Din lifting his head up and sitting straight.
"But what time is it?" said Mat as he leaned his head back on the book.
"By the place of the sun i'm guissing it's about ten past six" said Din straightening up agian.
"what are you crazy, thats too early, we staid up yesterday reading that Grand Line book and sorting info from it till like 1 or 2
in the morning" said Mat and lifted his head
"yeah but were allready up know arn't we, and can you really go back to sleep with all that advanture ahead of us?" asked Din
"Yeah your right!" said Mat standing up. We got tons of advanturing waiting for us! we can't go back to sleep!"
"yeah!" said Din "and if we go now we'll get to make the impration of getting the first" said Din as they were outside of there room. After about five secounds mat came back to the room and took his sword. "almost forgot you didn't I" he said as he wore his sword on his back and fixed the metal switch that holds it, and alows it to be drawed very quickly.
"by the way" said Din on their way to the stage "about the book... do you think it's reliable?"
"i don't really know" said Mat his with a serios face. "the part about entering just seems to wierd to be true"
"yeah, but there is some logic behind it" said Din.
"yeah well we'll know if its true when we get there" said Mat.
"I just wish we could find out sooner so we could study it if the book is worng" said Din
"Don't worry about it Shorty" said Mat his voice becoming cheerfull and happy "it's not exiting if its not misterios!"
"oh don;t start with that Mat it's to ear~"
"Oo we got to the stage allready" said Mat interupting Din in the middle of his sentence. "and were not the first ones to come!"
he said and pointed at meijin who was sitting on the stage "HAY GOOD MORNING!" souted Mat at meijin.
"HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN HERE!?"
Zason woke up on a comfy something. As he sat up, a pain shot up through his arm, and the events of the night before came flooding back to him. The fake him the man in the cloak… Wait who had, where was, how had he? All these questions swirled around him.
Suddenly a door slid open and a familiar face smiled at him through it. “Master Genryuusai!” Surprised Zason got on his knees and bowed.
“Raise your head Zason. You have made me proud you did the one thing I never had the courage to do and, accomplished what your brother could not. You have done what all masters hope their students will do.”
“What is that master?”
“You surpassed me, your teacher. It was an honor to have taught you Zason.” And with that he bowed to a very surprised Zason.
“Please, your praise is enough.” Zason said.
“Very well.” Master Genryuusai said getting to his feet,” I have bandaged you as best I could and removed the bad energy from your body. Your opponent was very good at projecting energy into his techniques. When his kicks made contact he left some of his energy inside you to continue the damage to your insides. However seeing as how he was copying you I assume you can also do this?”
Zason got up and went to the closet he had known as where the breaking bricks were kept. He set them up on blocks 20 high. He positioned him self over the bricks and said,” 11th brick from the bottom.” He hit the stack with a palm strike and nothing happened however his energy caused the 11th brick to break the rest were in tact.
“You truly have mastered energy manipulation. So what do you plan to do with your power?” At that moment a flash came through the room as Alex flew to the top of the stack and hit it with his front paw. At that moment the bottom brick exploded.
“We are gonna be pirates.” Alex said finally coming to rest on Zasons undamaged shoulder.
“Hello little worrier, I see recover as quickly as my student here.”
“We are one and the same.” Zason said.
“Ahh! So this is the product of the forbidden medal. Not as cursed as the legends say.” Master Genryuusai said chuckling a bit.
“Sorry to talk and go master but we must talk to the mayor. I must ask you to not tell anyone I’m here,” Smiling he said, “It would ruin the surprise. Thank you, bye-bye!”
With the two left .
Jinn's heavy slumber was disrupted by the rays of that bright thing in the sky. His eyelids opened slowly and, even through darkened glass, the sun still irritated his eyes.
"Mmprf... damn sun..." he mumbled as he sat up a little. He looked around, a little confused to where he was. He sat there, with a blank look on his face as he tried to remember what happened last night. "Ah yes..." Something finally clicked. "Jinntopia." He smiled a little and scratched his head. "Now... wasn't there something I had to do today...?" he asked himself with eyelids half-shut.
He sat in silence with only the sound of the nearby sea heard.
"Guess not." he said with a shrug and resumed his sleeping position under the tree in the out-of-place grass patch. Resting hands behind his head, Eri brought both ends up to his face where they then covered sensitive eyes to allow a more peaceful sleep.
Hot water beating down on a tired body always felt good in the morning especially when the morning is cold. Kuro was already up at six, letting the water "purify" her mind and soul for another day, though she still could feel that stunt Sakurai did and figured she always would. After a few minds, body now clean, the water was turned off and she was dressed and out the door within twenty minutes with bags in hand. She handed the key to the room back and filled out the paperwork then left the same way she had done everything else... in silence.
But she didn't go to the stage.
The blacksmith was her destination, her swords still there, waiting for her to arrive and take them back. "Hello, you're the one who wanted the blades, correct?" The blacksmith said to the blonde standing in front of his counter. She just nodded. "They're almost finished, just wait a bit and they'll be cooled and you can take them away." Kuro nodded once more and took a sit a few feet away, leaning her back against the wall, knees hugged to her chest and began her wait.
Waking up early was never Sakurai's vup of tea. The taste of sock permeated his mouth, and his mood was exceedingly foul. With a moan and a grumble, he hauled himself out of bed around eight and got dressed. With Afro half-asleep on his head, he looked like a zombie-equivalent of himself as he stalked down the stairs of the inn. He found a seat as a barmaid came over to take his breakfast-order. "Good morning! What will you ha-" Sakurai grumbled "Scrambled eggs, orange juice and silence."
Sakurai ate and drank in complete silence, omly when the barmaid dropped a fork on the ground, and bent over in his direction did he seem to actually wake up. As she came to get his dish and glass, he smiled "Excellent fare, my regards to your chef and your service, miss." he flattered thickly. Being courteus to her customers, she bowed in gratitude and picked up after him. Sakurai grabbed an apple on his way out, pondering, mumbling about C's and D's. Settling on a "Good C" he headed towards the stage.