Post by EJ on Jun 26, 2018 0:17:57 GMT -5
1The old, Wanted kunoichi of South Blue’s Karate Island had traveled a great distance from her homeland. After being released from her captivity in a bottle by the young hero, Hihiro Red, Noone and her savior had parted ways. The young man revealed to her that he had a very important matter to handle personally, and while it saddened her to have to depart from one she was ready to give her life to, she had no choice but to respect his wishes and that of The Creator. In doing so, she went on to follow The Creator’s celestial guidance – which lead to a voyage from the waters of the southern globe to those of the north. From ship to ship, island to island, the old maid traveled, living rather peacefully as she witnessed the sea and new lands for the first time in her seventy-year life.
It was exciting, but got a bit mundane to the Vapor Woman after a while. From the time she left Karate Island, she had zero sparring bouts or friendly hand-to-hand duels. Her old soul was beginning to stir. The fight she had in her youth was still with her – something her spar with Red made very clear. So, since hitting the port of the land she ended up in, she had to do it. The first chance she got, she would have a spar with whoever she could. And that she did with the first ruffian heartless enough to try an old lady for what she had on her in the Un-Noticed Alleys of Notice Island!
“Huh?! Where’d she go?!” A tall, stocky, bald man fumed in anger as he looked back and forth and spun around. He stood in the middle of a pretty sizable crowd that had grown in the slums of Notice Town, all laughing at the spectacle he had become. “Your head!! Bwahaha!” A civilian crowed. “You don’t even have hair! You can’t feel anything?! Mahahaha!” Another cackled. As the man looked to and fro, Noone made a visor over her eyes out of one hand, looking back and forth as if she were searching for something as the man twisted to each direction... All while standing on top of his head. “Fufufu!” She giggled before revealing herself to the rather dense outlaw. “You should take heed to what they’re telling you, you know,” the snowy-haired kunoichi looked down at her opponent – who appeared more like a victim at this point – arms folded comfortably behind her back.
“Grrrr!!” The muscleman grunted, looking up without tilting his head much as if to not disturb the old woman’s balance. “Get off my... HEAD!” Bonk! The man’s own thickset fist came crashing down on the top of his own head, which Noone had gracefully leapt from in time to evade his clumsy assault. He stumbled a bit, eyes swimming in circles in his head when the rogue kunoichi landed a few feet in front of him. Her sea-green irises scaled upward at the man before her head lowered and eyes closed. “Rattled your own brain too much,” she said, shaking her head in discontent. “Congratulations. You have successfully,” a few steps forward and a palm was placed on the bruiser’s torso, “-defeated yourself.”
Without much effort, Noone tilted the man backwards, leaving him to fall to the ground like a huge sack of dirt. Everyone in the crowd began cheering at the little show they had witnessed – mostly just the tawny-skinned woman playing ‘matador’ to the brute’s ‘raging bull.’ She gave a hearty giggle and smile to those around, but only because their glee was more amusing than the fight was to her. “Fufufu! Well, at least you’re all satisfied,” is what the victor said to the audience, but surely someone watching had to feel the same lack she did; that is: if any true fighters existed on this humble island.