Post by BlacKitten on Apr 12, 2016 14:35:25 GMT -5
Mission #34:Participate in the underground fight club tournament on Eldoran Island. Of course there is no proof that such a fight club even exists. Along with the rumor is that recently there has been a Zoan user fighting in the tournament. So watch out, for the zoan user and the Marines on the island who have banned such events.In the underworld, there existed an organization comprised of all kinds of heinous criminals; many of whom worked as assassins. Among that group, there was a loose-cannon, a man who goes around and picks fights on a whim. His savage nature made him untamable, killing even his own allies. It was said that the organization only kept him around for one and only reason: he was strong. Without its leash, the beast roamed about, seeking for only the strong ones to pounce at in a duel. He had first encountered this monster at the North Blue, but now he was back at the Grand Line, the most dangerous seas of all. The name of this man was unbeknownst even for him, but people called him The Berserker.
A white-haired man –appearing in his twenties- glanced with his elated yellow eyes and a wide mischievous but sinister grin on his face. No one had yet to quench his thirst for blood, but there was one individual who managed to make him wait. Someone who stood before him right here, right now, a boy who was marked off as his target to kill, he possessed a latent potential to grow stronger and stronger. He was a mere weakling when he first met him, but there was notable feature about him when he fought him long ago. The longer that child fought, the stronger he became. Each time that boy fell; he kept getting back up stronger and faster than before. It wasn’t before long until he was accustomed to his fighting style. The name of that boy was Pluto.
On this crescent-shaped island and beneath the crescent-shaped moon, the two of them glared each other down. The one with white-hair was pleased to see him while the one with black hair gave a sharp glare of alertness and seriousness reflected in his violet eyes. In the distant past, they had clashed twice; both skirmish ended inconclusively. There was always an external factor that got in their way from finishing their bout.
For months, Pluto had been hunted down be people like The Berserker; his life being threatened at every way he went. This time, the hunted had become the hunter. “I’m ending this once and for all. You’re too dangerous to be left unchecked,” his hands proceeded to clench into fists.
“Ah! Music to my ears, it sounds like you want to pick a fight with me. How uncharacteristic for someone who’s been keeping a low profile all this time,” reaching for the shaft of his scythe that hung on his back, his hand grasped onto as if preparing for a counterattack.
“It’s because of people like you that I’ve forced to keep a low profile. It isn’t as if I encounter powerful fighters on mere coincidences. There’s literally an entire organization of them actively aiming for my head. However, I’ve come to realize one thing. If I keep playing defensively, I’ll never win. For the past several months, I’ve trained myself to become stronger just as you wanted.”
“Heh! Indeed, even right now, I feel like I’m standing in front of some ferocious animal. You’re just like the bamboos that grow on this island, being able to grow up so darn fast. I, too, have realized something. What we’re lacking right now is a battlefield all to ourselves. The marines interrupted us the last time around. Even on this island, there are marines stationed near the port. But, here in Ran Town, we’re on the other side of the island. Even better, I’ve heard that there are weekly fighting tournaments around here.”
“And… you’re suggesting that we have our fight in one of those tournaments?”
“Legally speaking, they’re banned. In other words, the people hosting them will make sure that the marines won’t find out about it. They’ll handle the dirty work for us in order to set up the environment for our fight.”
“Huh… for someone who’s all muscles, you’re a lot smarter than you look. Fine then, we’ll settle this your way,” he decisively agreed as this also benefitted him as well. This gave him to freedom to take this man’s life without any trouble from the law enforcers. He didn’t expect to have their fight scheduled in such a manner as opposed to ambushes. Being able to plan ahead like this made this scythe-user a lot scarier, it was no longer that overwhelming strength that he had to be afraid of anymore.