The Mischievous Bakeneko

[BlacKitten]

Miu - 1

Jandama Island – Fall side

“WHAT THE-!?” cried the manager as his eyes budged out at the ludicrous scene occurring at his restaurant. All his employees as well as his customers watched with bewildered expressions.

A wild creature had appeared. It was a small, four-legged animal with a light orangish-brown coat of fur with darker shades of lines. Large, round eyes with murky-yellow irises, small triangular pink nose, and a pair of triangular ears, it was a tabby cat. Animals were almost nonexistent on this island except for pets.

But their shock wasn’t the fact that a cat had appeared in the restaurant, rather it was the bizarre performance displayed by the little feline of standing on its hind legs while juggling five meat buns with its forepaws. Its mouth gaped open as if ready to start drooling devouring the famous cuisine of Fall Town.

A few workers had already tried to catch the gluttonous, happy-go-lucky animal, but their long, scooping arms continuously miss their mark as the nimble kitten flipped and leapt from table to table.

Just how many meat buns had this creature already devour? How was it still able to continue eating? Where was all the food going towards in that small framed body? And, why was it capable of juggling meat buns? Was this a circus cat?

The five meat buns were sequentially tossed into the air right over the juggler’s head. Each of the steaming, warm, puffy bun descended back down, straight into the depths of the feline’s open mouth with sharp fangs ready to puncture through the exterior breading and into the firmer texture of grounded up, marinated meat inside. An explosion of flavors hidden in the softness. Each round bun was gobbled up and swallowed just in time for the next one to experience the same fate.

Koneko Miu was the name of this tabby cat. Her goal in life was to become the world’s strongest kitty. As she proudly sat on top of the table, her long tail wiggled as she wore the face of pure bliss and satisfaction.

“Mew!” She mewled. Cute, adorable, and seemingly harmless, this evasive carnivorous critter was disturbing the business of this restaurant.

“Get that cat before it eats us out of business!” ordered the manager who stood back to watch everything from afar. “Huh!” His eyes widened once more as he saw a paw rapidly approaching him, slowly taking up his entire vision.

BAM!

The multi-talented feline flew across the room with one of her hind foot sticking forth, “ANTI-HUMAN DROPKICK!”

Soft paddings struck with unbelievable force for a small critter. It was like getting punted by a boxer. Even if the boxing glove felt soft, the force behind was still no laughing matter.

Falling onto his back, the manager felt the room around him spinning, his mind disoriented by the sharp dropkick. "Did... did that cat just... speak?" 

“BOSS!” The employees quickly rushed to their manager’s side to check up on him.

Meanwhile, the kitten, rolled away across the wooden floor like a tumbleweed.

[The Last Berserker]

Jakobs K. Dutchman - 1

Jandama Island - Spring Side

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As the generations of people whom have lived on the Island of Jandama. It was known that the two groups conflicted against each other based upon principle and tradition.

The Martial Artists of The Spring.

&

The Swordsmen Of The Fall.

The wars that they waged to this day within the Tunnels of their home Island were legendary battles which were awe inspiring for the children.... onlt for the truth to relived in haunting nightmares of the veterans that lived on til their day that they passed to the next life. Within the Spring Town: the Capital of the Spring Side. A duo of brash, outspoken teens loudly walked in tow with one & another. Large, toothy smiles adorned their faces as they casually waved to the citizens of the island.

Adorning their bodies were rugged and weathered GI with special badges stitched into their chest onto left pecs. Symbolize that they took pride in their skills as if it was their lives...... In a manner. It had been their lives.

Their purpose today....

Get Dumplings! 

A task which was beneath them but their teacher and some of their friends asked for them to get an massive bundle for the entire Dojo. "Brother. Thank you for covering." The slightly smaller of the two did a mocking bow to his friend whom chuckled loudly and smiled at his friend whom snorted with a larger smirk. "Sure, you broke fool. You're lucky, I didn't tell your woman 'bout this." That only got a choking gasp from the smaller of the two where he then loudly said in retort. "HEY! DON'T TELL HER ANYTHING!" His friend's smirk got bigger where the smaller martial artist looked at the onlookers whom watched the shouting man. A bright red blush became affixed to the proud man's face as he held his head down.


"Don't worry. Let's just get the dumplings and go back to the Dojo." A puffy cheek expression came from the grumbling man who walked with his friend to one place.

A grand restaurant which served exclusively to the Dojos' of Spring Side. Fueling the Martial Artists with nutritionally packed Dumplings en mass. It was always busy. Packed with dozens upon dozens of folks whom excelled in hand-to-hand combat, it was to only be expected.

However.... It was quiet... The two looked at the entrance of the Restaurant which held no cheers. No shouts of joy. No arguments...

"Hey.... What's going on? What's going on?! HEY!" The boastful of the two loudly knocked on the door as it shook from the impact only for it to slowly creak open. 

Lights were on. Tables were set. Everything was prepared for a normal & busy day.

Except one thing. 

A giant of man sat in the middle of the empty restaurant whom dwarfed any previous customers who entered this building. Seating not on a chair but a metal table which groaned loudly from his seated position where containers which were stacked as high as his head almost reached the ceiling.

The boy's breath hitched as they watched this giant eat dozens upon dozens of Dumplings in singular gulps and thunderous chomps from his maw. A frighten waiter came out from the kitchen where he wheeled another couple of containers filled with Dumplings over to the man's table which he grasped followed by the small man running off towards the back. Scared out of his mind.

The larger of the two proceed to say... "Hey! What are you do-"


"Shut Your Mouth. I'm Eatin'."


A swift clench of the jaw forced the Martial Artists to quiet down which made the second one flush with rage as he sprinted forward. "No! Don't Do It!" The boy jumped and proceed to slam his foot into the back of the man's head and drive him into the table and the floor below with vicious force behind the attack. All was quiet as it sound like a tree was falling down symbolizing the giant's sudden fall.

"Huh." The smaller of the two turned back with a large grin and smug look as he said. "That was eas-." He was cut-off as massive, spiked club smashed into his side and drove him in the wall at a rapid pace. "Brother!" Getting into stance and sprinting forth which the hulking figure was back on his feet from the attack.

Snapping forward and crashing into the man with a clench fist where the man's body buckled from the impact only for his large fist to smash the martial artists into the floor. His Club was hefted up to his shoulders as his face was revealed. 

Neat features and sharpen maw of teeth contrasted against each other where the man proceed to head towards the door and simple smashed through it. 


Taking a long inhale as he said.

"Hehe. Cocky punks weren't tough... Maybe I can get some cool stuff elsewhere... and a proper fight."

A wicked and large smile adorned his face as he boldly walked onto the street and looked around. He was looking for a fight. He was looking for someone strong.

He.

Was.

Jakobs K. Dutchman

[BlacKitten]

Miu - 2

A pristine white plate with three steaming hot buns fresh from the kitchen. Salivating at the mere scent of the dough with juicy meat radiating outwards, the young black-haired man with a topknot reached out to pick up a bun, reeled it towards his gaping mouth, and anticipated for a delectable explosion of flavors in his mouth.

But just at the last moment, a shadow swept across his table along with a sudden breeze, snatching the bun right out of his hand. The man shot forth a stern glance towards the tabby who looked back at him with the soft, warm bun in her little mouth. And with a single gulp, the feline fit the entire delicacy into her mouth with expanded cheeks like that of a squirrel.

Standing up from his seat, the man held the scabbard on his left hip, gently pushing the sword an inch out of its sheath by the press of the guard with his thumb. With his right-hand hovering right by the hilt, he lunged at the creature with a sudden flash of his blade. Unsheathing and slashing in a single stroke, he masterfully executed a lethal cutting technique as he bitterly shouted, “YOU THIEF!”

WHOOSH!

Like an acrobat, the cat backflipped, arching her back as she flowed right over the sharp moving blade. Her mouth rapidly chewed on the bun while doing so as well before landing firmly on the floor on all four paws and swallowing the food down her throat.

The cat then agilely leaped onto the table where the man was once seated at and gobbled up the remaining two buns on his plate. She then dashed onto the next adjacent table, stealing more and more of the customer’s food and upsetting everyone in this establishment.

It was a game of chase that cat. Everyone who had their precious food stolen were up and rioting. Hands reached out whenever possible. Swords brandished in the air. Tables were flipped and thrown to barricade the little rascal. However, on an island where animals had either been killed by humans or died out by the changing seasons, they were not accustomed to dealing with four-legged adversaries. They were all trained in the arts of swordsmanship, but the image that they carved into their minds had always took on a humanoid shape. With something so small, nimble, and elusive, they were at a complete loss on how to handle the situation.

Amid the chaos, the feline had long since left the restaurant and reunited with a little girl who had been looking all over for her.

“Ah! There you are, Miu!” a sweet-looking fifteen-year old girl with long, straight dark hair and violet-colored irises jogged forth as she saw the tabby sprinting towards her. “Geez, don’t run off like that,” she lowered down to pick up the feline to be held in her arms.

“I like this island,” said the cat as she raised her forepaws over her head to celebrate that fact.

[The Last Berserker]

Jakobs K. Dutchman - 2

Just as Jakobs smashed through the front belonging to the restaurant which he had been residing within, he had been enjoying himself for some time but these merger fights weren't cool... It pissed himself off! No solid fights was given to him every since he got to this cool island.... He thought it was cool. Everything was cool.

So long as it had violent stuff happen in any manner.... It was cool in his mind. Just as he exited - The two martial artist that he had smashed around snapped out from the hole that he made and performed a combination attack. The larger of the two snapped forward whilst he widened his stance followed by violently swinging his leg at Jakobs's ankle whilst his friend snapped forward as he cocked his fist behind head and smashed it against the neck of the large man.


Except...

He. Did. Not. Budge.

The sudden movements of the two were met by resistance... of a natural kind. Jakobs simply didn't wish to move from the stop that he was standing and he did so. He... Did... Not... Move. The two watched as the cloaked man shifted his man in a spiral where his mace was freed from his shoulders as he hefted it and he swung it for the closest of the two. Smashed it against his head, his eyes slightly rolled as he crumbled to the ground as blood came out from his slack mouth. The pirate followed by grabbing the still-airborne Martial Artists who seemed to be the smaller of the two. 


Firmly holding the much smaller man in his hand as a smirk came to his face where Jakobs proceed to toss him up into the air and flex his left arm which he shuffled and proceed to shout "Mother's Arm!" The following as Jakobs's large arm collided the man's torso which forced blood to erupt from the Martial Artists's mouth as he was sent flying backwards back into the restaurant with even greater speed than he exited to attack the Pirate. 


Chuckling to himself as he could hear screams and shouts from inside whilst the street-side citizens and fellow Martial Artists witness this event fully. The sounds of someone plowing through a building with ease was alerting enough but watching a Large-Man taking down two, talent disciplines from one of the respected Dojos of the Spring Side. Grasping his neck with his open hand as he exhaled loudly with a cheek-to-cheek grin upon his face followed by shifting his neck as loud cracks rumbled in the air. Jakobs cracked his neck as he looked around at everyone whom was looking at him.

Snapping forward out of the group was a man that was half of the height of Jakobs which caused Jakobs to open an eye at this and deeply look down on Martial Artist whom came. His Gi was more tattered and rugged in comparison to the kids which he bashed around. This guy seemed tougher as Jakobs looked at him. "Who are you?!" The man shouted towards Jakobs who moved his hand from his neck and proceed to lift a pinkie finger where he stared to...'dig for gold.' A sweat dropped came from the Martial Artist who watched this man but he felt ignored as his forehead gained multiple veins upon it. "Pay attention to me!" Jakobs stopped picking his nose as he looked at the older man once more. 

...

...

Jakobs resumed his task of cleaning his nostrils as the man shouted a "HEY!" Taking out his crude covered finger as he blew it away and whipped his finger on his aged bracelets. "Oi! .... Ya got strong people. I WANNA LEARN HOW TO FIGHT!" 


What. The collective falling over from the Martial Artists and the bystanders whom watched this guy. He wanted to learn how to fight? THEN WHAT WAS HE DOING BEFORE?! Numerous shouts came from the crowd as they looked at Jakobs who had a large grin on his face as he slowly looked around at the shouting people as many shouted at him to pay for his crimes. Jakobs laughed loudly as he then stated "YOU ALL KNOW HOW TO FIGHT! LET'S FIGHT!" That statement got gasps from the group which Jakobs lifted a foot and slammed it down into the ground where the stone cracked from the stamp as Jakobs clenched his free hand into a fist and with a smile, charging forth at the group whom gathered. 


The Dojo Teacher got in between Jakobs and the crowd as the two clashed. Their fists slamming against one another as they roared aloud and the ground shook violently from the two. 

Their battle... began as the Pirate faced The Martial Artists within the Town Of Spring. Jakobs wasn't any-near as skilled as his opponent where his attacks were parried and haltered before they could laid but he was much tougher than the objects that he'd smashed in the past. A punch to face was naught but a bite of an insect. A kick to the ribs was the pawing touch of a gentle kit who was curious of the world. A might two-handed palm blow was like a simple push from a much smaller and weaker sibling in a play fight.

But

Jakob's grin became plastered firmly upon his features which the Martial Artist's strikes gave him no advantage except for draining his stamina where he found a fist smashing into his stomach forcing bile onto the stone bellow where a large club drove his entire body into the ground with a vicious thud. 

Roaring up towards the sky as Jakobs enjoyed himself in the display of violence and combat as he yelled in a chant. "MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE FIGHTING! LET'S HAVE A BRAWL THROUGH THIS ENTIRE TOWWWWWWWNNNNNNNNN!" His bellowing cry echoed over the landscape which many covered their ears as his battle-lusted form held a firm and deadly within the middle of the scuffled and distorted area from his battle. His laughter got louder and louder as his grin got larger and larger. Most of the townsfolk didn't talk this lying down which a dozen of them got into stance and charged at him. His laugh only stopped when they made first contact and smashed a multitude of limbs upon him. Headbutts, elbows, fists, shoulders, knees & kicks rained on him as he was driven back til he smashed into the side of a building which he ripped himself out that he was smashed into.


He would pay them back for that attack - It was fit... in a fight to pay back every hit that you receive. Jakobs roared then raised his mace swung it. The number of Martial Artists who heard from this were rushing him and he was happy to give his own 'greeting.'

[BlacKitten]

Miu - 3

Cracking a smile, Rebecca felt her limbs melting at the soft stroke of the feline’s soft fur stroking against her cheek, feeling a distinct warmth being soaked into her skin. She gently held the cat as if it were a delicate human baby.

Miu had been traveling with Rebecca and her older brother for a little over two weeks, voyaging the seas of the Grand Line in hopes to find her savior. But, for the time being, much of her interest was glued onto this young girl’s mysterious brother who went by the name of Pluto. Awestruck by his fighting prowess, she had dedicated much of her time trying to replicate his movements in combat, but no matter how hard she tried and no matter how hard she scrutinized him upon her stalking activities, she could never do what he does. She was a copycat who mimicked the movements of others, stealing them for herself, yet that boy was the first person who she could not replicate.

She rolled along the girl’s supportive arms and climbed onto her shoulders, whispering sweet words that she knew that this youth wanted to hear. Hear kitty ears had sensed a disturbance among to folks in the restaurant, and if they were to exit the building and see her, it would bring this sweet, innocent girl some potential trouble. Being tasked to protect this girl under Pluto’s orders, she dared not disobey. After all, she needed to get onto his good side if she ever hopes to be taken seriously as his little kitty disciple. “Let’s go find master,” she coaxed her, purring right into her ear.

Rebecca brightened her face upon hearing that idea and nodded in absolute agreement. There was never a moment where she didn’t wish to see him, and she remembered where Pluto said he’d check out with Ara. Their next stop would be the center of this small, circular island. According to her brother who had scanned the area from a bird’s eye view, there appeared to be two sides, each with polarizing seasons. From his eavesdropping, he had learned that there was what is called the Spring Island and the Fall Island, each with a single town that are respectively called Spring Town and Fall Town. There was a distinct difference in culture between the two sides. The Spring Island was populated by marital artists whereas the Fall Island was populated by swordsmen. There appeared to be no intermingled groups between the two sides. As a result, he had speculated that the heart of the matter lies along the boundary that divided the two civilizations.

[The Last Berserker]

Jakobs K. Dutchman - 3

A large, blood-thirty smile cracked on the face of the large man who raised his arms as dozens of flying limbs with lethal intention where his immense feet dragged against ground because he was resisted against them. A multitude of Martial Artist had been able to push him slightly back  which only got more and more laughter out of him. This caused one of them to strike at a pace which left him open, one of her comrades screamed for her to move. Her eyes widen when a large palm grasp her head and drove her into ground which she rose only to see a fist buried her head into the ground.

Jakobs saw another girl who was similar to one which he had just fought that seemed more animal than human which her multitude of powerful elbows and knees stung pretty well however they didn't do any true amount of damage. Raising his hands above his head as she slammed an attack in his stomach forcing him to be lifted off the ground where she felt two of the man's hands on her sides which Jakobs completely flip around which drove her into the ground as he punts her directly into the group of Martial Artists who had back away. One of their leaders caught her in flight as he saw what was happening. This guy had been completely crazy and he was durable, the amount of hits that he took was absurd. Even though, he might've been a traveler from somewhere.... He shouldn't be that tough!

Or were they too weak. That cause the man's eyes to widen..... That might've been the reason... Perhaps if they got help... NO! He shook his head as he knew that they were tough... He knew that they could do th- His vision became blurred as he finally notice that his torso was smashed in by the fist belonging to man running rampant where his foot was raising above and his sight disappeared when a massive boot smashed him into the stone bellow. Roaring in effort which Jakobs drove another Martial Artist in ground with violent with intention. The group of a small dozen of Martial Artists... Had been beaten down by one man. Jakobs laughter became loud as his stomach growl once more which he proceed to rub it before he loudly stated. "I'm Hungry, Again!" 

The townsfolk had vanished - Many disappeared from street level as they half expected for Jakobs to come chasing after them but he hadn't, he simply stomped away. His booming steps became faint as it symbolize that he proceed to head one.....particular...way.

Out of Town. His mind wonder if those sword guys would teach him something... Some of those moves that these guys had were awesome but.... HE DIDN'T TRULY LEARN ANYTHING! He rubbed his head vigorously as he managed to completely walk out of the town which he looked back. Aside from stomping some holes into the ground.... It still looked pretty good.... welll... execept for that one part. 

Maybe he could learn some even more awesome things around the island as well.... And Eat some more stuff as well..... AND GET NEW WEAPONS AND GEAR! He raise his hands above his head and he smiled brightly in some twisted manner before sprinting off in the direction..... Being whatever was Spring Town.

[BlacKitten]

Pluto - 1

At the center of Jandama Island lied the border between the Fall side and the Spring side. There, a large plate of land mass stood as a battlefield, taking form as maze filled with tunnels which connected one side to the other. However, the geography of the landscape was a lot more complicated. It wasn’t simply a two-dimensional plane but in fact a three dimensional one. This entire island could be viewed as a sphere with an exterior membrane, floating on the ocean currents. The geometry was like that of a giant coin trapped in a sphere.

Within these tunnels, countless of souls roamed about vigilantly. Battle cries and screams echoed every now and then.

An adolescent boy, standing one-hundred-eighty centimeters, stood at the center of a large intersection, draped in a light-grey cloak. He had short, black hair and a youthful face. But perhaps his most distinctive facial trait was his violet-hued eyes that gleamed in the darkness.

Standing back to back with him was a girl of similar age, standing slightly shorter than him. She wore a pristine white dress with golden designs along the rims. Long, silky black hair that reached just past her lower back. Smooth, tender skin, small nose, and golden-hued eyes. In her hands, she wielded a metallic spear with an orange shaft and an axe-like blade adjacent to the spearhead. The polearm’s length was comparable to her own height.

Each of them faced a group of warriors, surrounded and pincered on both ends. Ara, the girl who wields the spear, faced a group of swordsmen and swordswomen, and Pluto, the unarmed enigmatic boy, faced a group of martial artists, cladded in the traditional white Gi.

Despite outnumbering these two unfamiliar folks, neither sides were hasty in making the first move. They were in cold sweat and felt their hearts racing. Their hands trembled. All of them instinctively felt an ominous pressure radiating from the violet-eyed boy who stood there with a neutral, upright posture, hands by his sides. He did not hold any guard up or even formed a fist. Yet the calm, fearless expression on his face and those piercing, undaunted eyes in the face of so many hostile individuals, there was an aura about him that prevented them from advancing forth.

“Let’s go, Ara,” said Pluto as he began to stride onward, looking past the group of people, focused only on the path that lies beyond where they stood.

Lowering her weapon, Ara turned around and followed him from behind.

Stepping aside, the martial artists yielded their stance as the boy nonchalantly sauntered through their group. None of them dared to quench their curiosity on what this mysterious outsider might be capable of. Their eyes were enticed by his silent movements, and then their brows raised into question the moment the said outside gently rested the palm of his hand up against the wall of the tunnel.

“Ah, navigating through this maze is annoying,” he let out a complaint. “Let’s just take a shortcut.”

The two groups of warriors could quickly recognize the boy’s high stance and the alignment of his arm along with his torso. The little hollowness of his palm. The sunk elbows and shoulders. The alignment of his leading knee over his toes. The angle of his feet. The flexibility of his hips. The tucked chin and straightened spine. Those were subtle visual cues that indicated to them that this boy knew the basics of some type of martial arts.

BOOM!

In an instant, the wall in front of the boy’s palm crumbled, leaving a massive round gaping hole that’s more than enough for someone of his statue to walk through.

“!” Both groups that are native to this island widened their eyes. While the feat of wrecking down a wall packed with stone and dirt was not unheard of, the ease and technique that they witnessed was unprecedented. There was hardly any outward physical exertion. But most miraculously, there was no wasted movements whatsoever. There was hardly any motion at all. The palm that once gently rested against the rough surface never pulled back. There was no windup whatsoever, a true demonstration of power being generated from the ground.

Ara let out a small chuckle, "Pluto, you're scaring them."

[The Last Berserker]

Jakobs K. Dutchman - 4

As his pounding steps which belonged to the unknown Pirate whom came to this fighting island. His warpath lead to number of Martial Artist being defeated however that was beside the point. Jakobs's grin was small which meant that his lust for battle had barely be filled - It was completely shameful. If the gods of battle & warfare saw his display, they would cried at his weakness... The mere thought caused a solomon and small tear to come from his eyelid in a comically fashion however he whipped it away from his face which he roared to the sky with fury and joy in his face.

"I'll learned how to fight from this island! I swear! Ha!" His roaring chuckling echoed into the open as he boldly stated his goal which he heard some more cries from his back which caused him to turn around in curiosity as he sweated dropped slightly. A much greater number of Martial Artists had arrived and appeared in a large group. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh... Oh."  It was slightly awkward given the current situation. A slight droplet of sweat went down the side of his face at the group whom gathered... A horde of war-cries came as dozens upon dozens of men & woman whom were gathered in Grey Uniforms. Dark blue belts wrapped their waists which Jakobs's slowly looked over the gathering. A shift in his facial features came as he heard their leader speak towards him, a low laugh became to exit Jakobs's mouth as he proceed to put his arms into the open and let out a concussive warcry. They charged and he met their own - As a clenched met another bundle of blows as a slight shift of the air as the two forces came as the two forces collided with each other.

Growling in effort which Jakobs's pained expression came onto his face as the rain of punches was a resounding hurricane til he suddenly found himself pushed into the ground and buried beneath immense rumble. A groan escaped as his focus was completely off and a bestial roar exited his mouth. His fleshy skin turned to dimly shaded scales. A tail popped from his hips. He grew bigger and bigger and bigger. The rumble was shifted aside as he stood high above all and let out a roar that went across for miles. Jakobs's club was firmly grasped in hand which he proceed to raise above his head and swing with even greater force that he used beforehand. Causing greater damage and scattering the martial artists whom gathered to stop him.

[BlacKitten]

Miu - 4

A four-legged creature sprinted through the tunnels. Her body emitted a fiery blue glow. A pair of long identical tails wavered behind. Round yellow eyes pierced through the darkness as she bolted. She was the size of a leopard and carried a human girl on top of her back.

Rebecca lowered her head towards the feline’s spine as she peeked eye open while a gush of wind blew against her from the speed they were traveling. They had passed by many dwellers along the way, all of whom had leaped out of the way in surprise at the unfamiliar beast that roamed within these parts. Never had they witnessed an animal quite like this one, a two-tailed cat cloaked in mystic blue flames.

“!” Miu’s eyes sparkled as she caught the familiar scent of her travel buddies. The sweet aroma of Ara and the peculiar scent of Pluto. The moment her eyes laid sight upon those two, she jolted like a bolt of lightning as if ready to trample them over. Leaping into the air, she quickly shrunk in size, taking on the form of a white-furred kitten with blue eyes. The flames that engulfed her form had vanished as well.

Immediately losing her ride, Rebecca found herself airborne, traveling dozens of times faster than what she could run. Yet despite the intense speed, she didn’t fret. A smile formed on her face as she splayed out her arms. Chirping in alacrity, she called out to her older brother, “Pluto!”

Little white paws reached forth towards the black-haired boy as the kitten mewed in a cutesy high-pitched voice, “Master!”

Standing on the other side of the gaping hole he had just marked, the suffocating aura in which he had been emitting was instantly extinguished by the sudden ruckus behind him. With a turn of his head, he caught sight of his little sister along with a kitten flying straight at him at dangerous speeds.

“Eh?” He raised a brow in concern of his impending doom. First, the kitten slammed into his chest like a soft, fluffy projectile, leading him to stumble a few steps back, but just before he could regain balance, his little sister rammed into him, wrapped her arms around his torso, and donated all of her momentum into him as he collapsed onto his back in a clumsy manner.

Sandwiched between the siblings, the kitten felt herself being squished like a plush toy.

“He-he-he!” Ara stood on standby with a hand by her mouth to suppress her giggling. “Looks like you two found us!”

The two antagonistic groups, comprised of martial artists and swordsmen, gawked at the anticlimactic scene of what they thought to be someone otherworldly imposing to be subdued by a little girl and a kitten.

Squirming up the sibling’s bodies, the kitten popped her head out such that she can breathe, “Of course we found ya! I am a cat, after all!” She said so proudly as her keen sense of smell had led her the way.

The natives of this island gave perplexed expressions the moment that witnessed the feline speak the human tongue. Furthermore, wasn’t that cat a lot bigger just a few moments ago? Wasn’t that cat covered in blue flames as well? Didn’t that cat have yellow eyes earlier and two tails? Just what was going on here?

[The Last Berserker]

Jakobs K. Dutchman - 5

Upon entering his hybrid form, Jakobs's strength was seemingly superior in comparison to a merger natural form that he had before. His Mace Swing were more akind to cannon barrages as a great number of buildings were smashed violently as their wood stone & wooden exterior crumbled from his blows whilst large numbers of Martial Artists are sent flying with their screams in the air. Many were shocked. "WHAT IS THAT?!" 

"A-A-A monster! A Giant Monster!" One of the more frighten Fighters said as he watched the colossal beast swing his mace once more as it came down upon a Bank which crumbled the stone til it was naught but rumble. A horrified expression came from one of the Martial Artists as she screamed out. "My Family's Business!" Which Jakobs did another swing and brought down another building which got another Martial Artists to scream. "My Home!" That the Ancient Zoan opened his mouth and stomp down on a building which he violently thrashed around and ripped apart, sipping out the stone and wood that cause one of Martial Artists to fall to his knees. "My Family's Estate... Noooo."

Raising his Mace high above his head as Jakobs was unstoppable which he came forth and smashed his weapon in the direction of the Martial Artists which more were caught in his path . Many were sent flying as they hit against the massive metal weapon and sent flying through town. Crashing through buildings and being greatly injured from Jakobs's onslaught - It was his victory.

His roar came over town which he slowly shrank down to his normal form and let out a long exhale. A slight grin came onto his face which he let out a laugh and charged out of Spring Town, he knew stronger and more annoying people would come... He couldn't waste anymore time on them as he was only seeking one thing. 

Someone who was super strong and powerful enough to challenge Jakobs head on and directly.