Chapter Sixty-Three: Adventures in the Triangular Island Auctioning House
Happy Thanksgiving, guys!
And Black Friday as well.
"WHAT?!" Menrui yelled in utter dismay. Sage lifted his cup and drank, as Nui sat down as well after assisting Yamamoto as well. Izumi remained in her grim neutral expression as Yamamoto said casually, "This'll be your sixty-ninth S-Ranked mission as Team Okami, no?"
Two figures sat on wooden chairs, facing one another. The chairs were poorly designed, and had scars and stains of blood from the spoils of battles taking place there. As the two eyed each other with deadly malice, what had separated the two from physical contact was a circular table. The table was about ten feet in diameter. The table too, was stained with blood and scars. However, on the table were cards. There were a pack of cards on each side of the two, with five cards each put in a row, and a pack of cards lost on the right side of the table. A seemingly sizable stack of gold laid on the middle of the table, glimmering in the poor light shimmering from the lamp dangling above them.
Several tables were near them, each both with two wooden chairs occupied by men with greed in their eyes, all attempting in a bid to gain the stack of gold seated on each table. A long table was placed on one corner of the area, behind it a large wall where bottles of beer and wine laid, waiting to be drank. Chairs were next to the long table, where drunk men and women drank themselves in large amounts of alcohol.
However, in the whole area, heavy smoke lingered. And it was caused by one particular man, sitting in the center of the area, with three cigars in his mouth as he pulled back into a grin.
"It is a rotten place, the Triangular Island Auction House that is." a woman said. Standing at a height of one hundred and eighty-four centimeters, the woman wore a white shirt with purple polka-dots that had a collar and was unbuttoned to the point of her chest, revealing the upper section of her breasts. The polka-dot shirt was covered by a purple jacket, which was buttoned to the same part her polka-dot shirt was. A medium-length sword rested on her torso. The young woman wore a purple skirt, accompanied by black velvet socks which reached passed her knee, and black beautifully-designed Italian shoes. Long, slender pitch black hair reached down pass her shoulders, with a beautiful face with blue eyes that had been underestimated for too long.
Her name was Robin G. Newgate, and she was more than the eye could see. Robin was standing, or more precisely, leaning on the outside wall of the Triangular Island Auction House. She was on the Triangular Island, a triangular-shaped island in the Baroque Sea, which were coincidentally the Sea nearest to the "Gathering Area", better known as the "Crossroads." There, on this island, Nach Island was one where slavery were heavily supported. Anyone who was anyone had slaves, to Robin's disgust. She had protested when her captain had docked on this particular island to come here, to this disgusting primitive Auctioning House, where slaves were bought and sold weekly, like some baseball trading card game. Even though, she knew of the reason why her captain was here. As she leaned on eastern wall of the Auctioning House, she awaited orders. And some abrupt chaos. It would likely occur soon. Very soon.
Meanwhile, inside the Auctioning House itself, in the Drinking Hall, smoke continued to hang around. There, both tourists and residents bid, gambling their money for even more money. However, in the center of the room was the man with the three cigars in his mouth, locking eyes with a man who had a strange hairstyle and fingers all had expensive golden rings with gems on them. That man, the source of all the smoke, was Shikiteru D. Garp. Shikiteru was easily recognizable by his fur coat which he kept on draped, like a cape, the arms not inside its sleeves. Beneath the fur coat was a black striped suit accompanied by a white tie. He wore snow mountain terrain boots, along with simplistic black pants. Shikiteru's face was scarred with three slashes on his right eye, which glowed with a red color.
As he and his opponent in gambling eyed each other, dozens of cards were thrown in and out, for dozens of minutes. Eventually, after a full half-hour passing, Shikiteru had won. With a smug grin on his face, Shikiteru grabbed the handful of gold sitting on the center of the table and tucked it into a pocket in his fur coat. Angered, the gambler on the other side of the table stood up with a jolt. "Give me the gold," he ordered, reaching for something inside his coat. Shikiteru remained on his seat, and replied with a cold voice, "No," The gambler broke into a scowl, as within a moment's notice, he pulled out a handgun. "Please do what I say," the gambler muttered, "Unless you want to get a bullet in your head." Immediately, all eyes darted toward the gambler and Shikiteru. Ordinary gamblers broke into a run, where more "criminal" ones stayed. As the gambler gripped his handgun, pointing it directly at Shikiteru's head, everyone awaited for the man's answer.
"Nah," Shikiteru said as the gambler narrowed his eyes. Shikiteru's calm face broke into a smile as the gambler pressed the trigger.
Robin continued her pose. She was getting sleepy by the moment, and strangely, the chaos she predicted had not started yet. Then, as she yawned, a huge explosion broke out. Quickly to maneuver, Robin swiftly skittered back and gripped her sword's handle with one of her hands, prepared for the worst to come. As she did, Robin began analyzing the situation. Apparently, the explosion had occurred in the left section of the wall she had been leaning on, which was supposed to be near the Drinking Hall. Robin smiled. This was her chaotic prediction, as smoke lingered from the explosion. As the smoke cleared, it revealed Shikiteru, whom's hand was grasping the gambler's face. The gambler's feet was now not touching the ground due to Shikiteru lifting the gambler's whole body; the gambler's handgun was not laying on the ground, useless. "So what took you so long, Shiki?" asked Robin, who walked casually toward Shikiteru. "I was gambling, you know how it is." Shikiteru offered as he then heard a shout. Shikiteru then turned his head, to see a group of fifty or so men, all wielding guns and blades. Robin then gripped the handle, prepared to release her blade on her new opponents.
"Who are you guys?" Shikiteru asked blankly. "He killed our Captain!!" one of the men yelled in anger, grasping his dual blades. Robin then glanced at the gambler who Shikiteru had seemingly killed and said, "So that's Patty the Gambler, huh." "Who's he?" Shikiteru asked. "He's the guy with the seventeen thousand million Beli bounty who eats hamburgers with Sea King meat."
"Ahh," Shikiteru said casually as the band of half a hundred men all broke into a charge of anger towards Shikiteru and Robin, waving their weapons. "So what should we do?" Robin asked. "Eh, the usual, I guess." Shikiteru murmured as he turned around and threw Patty at his own men. "Heki-Heki no Mi Flare." he said. As Patty's men charged, their captain's body flew towards them, and then suddenly brightened. And all heck broke loose, as a large explosion was triggered.
The explosion had occurred the exact moment Patty's body had brightened: as the explosion spread, covering meters of land, screams of horror came out from men, as their deaths came. Shikiteru remained calm and silent in the midst of so, as he jumped back to avoid the explosion, along with Robin.
Eventually, the explosion dimmed, and finally, completely vanished. What left was astonishing, as Shikiteru and Robin glanced at the collateral damage around them, and as the sound of waves roaring was heard. The Auctioning House had been completely destroyed in the explosion, and what left now was only debris and wood. Bodies laid on parts of the earth, dead or alive. However, what was simply astonishing, was that Shikiteru and Robin was staring at the Sea itself. Shikiteru had just completely annihilated half of the large island to nothing. As the roaring waves colliding against land, bodies were washed ashore, those bodies having been sent flying in the blast. "Oops, looks like I overdid it," Shikiteru murmured.
Shikiteru had almost managed to kill off all of his fifty or so enemies. However, he had missed one. That one had out of the explosion's range and was now silently creeping towards Robin. Before anyone could react, the man hiding behind Robin had quickly grasped Robin and took a knife to her neck. "Put your hands up or the girl dies!!" he yelled, snarling for his fallen comrades.
Shikiteru made no move, as the man's expression hardened more and more with each second. Then, screaming in anger, he attempted to stab Robin in the neck with his knife. As the knife began moving, beginning to pierce Robin's neck, Shikiteru made no move, his calm expression still intact. Then, abruptly, there was a large gush of wind as the knife stabbed itself into.......air. The man quickly noticed so, as his snarling expression quickly changed to one of confusion. "What the heck?!" he yelled, as he glanced at Shikiteru then began running toward him.
The man, one of Patty's subordinates, had stopped the moment he began his assault on Shikiteru. He had abruptly stopped, as a sudden chill encased the air. The man could not, literally, move, for he was suddenly encased in a solid block of ice, covering from his toes up to his whole head. Despite the fact that his movements had been stopped, the man's eyes could still move. As Shikiteru smiled, the man's eyes moved back, as he saw Robin. Robin was leaning on a nearby tree, carrying an unsheathed blade in her hands. The steel of the blade glimmered brightly in the moonlight as Robin glanced up the horrified man and whispered, "Freeze All to Death, Kigenretsu.
As the man encased in ice widened his eyes in terror, he made no move. Robin then fully stood up, and with a swift upward slash, sliced the solid block of ice, along with the man in half. No blood was spilled, for the blood that emerged still within the ice, as the light in the man's pupils faded. He had passed away.
"Tsk, tsk, how cold you are." Shikiteru murmured, as he glanced at the corpse, slashed cleanly in half. "Says the man with the Heki Heki no Mi." Robin said as she sheathed her blade.
The distant noise would have not been heard by a human with normal hearing, however, Shikiteru and Robin's hearing senses were very powerful, so they had perfectly heard the noise. As Shikiteru glanced behind him, Robin gripped the handle of her blade and said, "So you missed one, huh, Shiki?"
The two turned, to see a few meters afar was a man, likely one of Patty's. The man was sprawling on the earth, with marks and injuries from the explosion caused by Shikiteru. "Damn you..." the man mumbled, as he coughed up blood, the blood spilling to the ground.
"Shall I deal the last blow?" Robin asked, about to unsheathe her blade. "Naw," Shikiteru replied, "I left him alive for a purpose." Shikiteru then strolled to the man, and crouched down to see the man's face. Immediately, at the moment the man saw Shikiteru, his eyes widened as much as it possibly could, as his mouth formed into a gaping O.
"It's...Shikiteru D. Garp! The Captain of the Flare Pirates! The man who ate the Heki-Heki Devil Fruit! He has a bounty of three hundred million Beli!" the man yelled in terror, as nearby, other man who were sprawled and gathered in the explosion went on their knees in horror. As they scrambled to run, one yelled, "And that's the First Division Commander of the Flare Pirates, Robin G. Newgate! She has a Zanpuktou!!"
At that moment, all members of Captain Patty's crew were frightened to complete paralysis. None of them made a move, as their eyes were on Shikiteru and his comrade, Robin. "Aah, so I missed more than one, huh," Shikiteru spoke casually, "Anyways, your captain was planning to attack the Crossroads tomorrow, eh?"
"Getting to the matter, give us your Captain's log and we'll let you live." Robin said as she yawned. Shikiteru nodded, as the men, in fear scrambled to one another, all in an attempt to search for their captain's book log, in which their captain had kept logs of all his plans and voyages. After a few minutes of searching, the book log was found and given to Shikiteru, as the men all spread altogether in a corner, some giving prayers, others writing wills. Meanwhile, Shikiteru looked in Patty's book log, going from one log to the next as Robin guarded the remaining members of Patty's crew members.
Finally, after a few minutes of skimming through, Shikiteru then tore out a page of Patty's book log. He then closed the book and tossed it back at the men huddling in the corner. Understanding, Robin moved back to Shikiteru, who then reached inside his fur coat. He then pulled his hand out, revealing the handful of gold he had won in his gambling. Efficiently, Shikiteru tossed the gold at the men, who all smiled in relief and scrambled to get the expensive gold.
"Let's go, Robin," he said as he walked past the men, and in the way the Auctioning House once stood. "Understood," Robin murmured, as she strolled near him. "Heki-Heki no Mi Spark." Shikiteru murmured. And the next explosion occurred, as the greedy men all huddling in the corner were all caught, being in the center of the explosion. "Tsk, you say I'm cold, yet you are just downright cruel." Robin muttered, as she glanced back to see the men all dead, hugging small pieces of gold, their faces in a combination of greed and horror.
"We're sailing out," Shikiteru replied as he glanced at the piece of paper he had ripped out of the book log. "To the Crossroads."
Robin nodded, as Shikiteru took one last look at the piece of paper. Thus, he grasped it, crumbling it, as Shikiteru tossed in onto the earth. He and Robin walked pass the crumbled sheet of paper, as they continued advancing.
On that piece of paper were the words "Menrui Tatski".
I'm going to repay him for what he had did to me
, Shikiteru thought as he walked, grtting his teeth. "I'll make sure to pay him back, even if it costs me my life!
"You're all aware of the status and importance of this mission now?" Yamamoto asked, his old eyes gazing at each of his subordinates in the room.
"Uh, what were we supposed to do again?" Menrui asked, puzzled.
Yamamoto sighed, Izumi did a face palm, and Sage took another sip from his cup of coffee.
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