#dinamodama

   Law eyes the devastation, a level of analytical apathy about him that he knows makes the marine grunts watching on nervous. A body catches his attention and he strides towards it. Kneeling down beside it, taking a moment to adjust the justice emblazoned coat hanging from his shoulders, the vice admiral inspects the corpse. The wounds that litter its body are strange, unlike any weapon he has seen. They punch into the body, leaving bloody craters but not piercing through them.

   Already they know this raid was performed by a group of pirates, the brutality and survivor accounts are proof of that. They just didn’t know the nature of the crew. These injuries suggest a devil fruit user. Law sifts through his memory, trying to locate the pirate that could have done this but nothing comes to mind. He sighs, straightening and hands getting plunged into his pockets. Then he sees it, the trail leading away from the corpses and towards the nearby woodland. It doesn’t look too old.

   “Hey, Borodin-ya,” he calls out, eyes still on the trail. He gestures for the lieutenant commander to join him and points it out to her. “They went into the woods. Looks to be heading north east. Wanna come with me?”

Thundering crashes echoed,  coursing freely,  spreading across the reclusive small town.  Each clash of steel birthed a flicker,  each clash grew more intense.   I’ll get crushed at this rate,  I’ve got to think of something quickly.  No soul dared to leave the safety of their home,  listening to the sounds shifting closer,  closer and closer to the tavern.  Merry men,  women and even children alike within the joyful pub eventually ceased.  Every single eye turned towards the closed door, listening,  studying with their animal instinct on how quickly danger approached.

Before a soul could even inspect,  like a sudden bomb,  our black swordsman’s body crashed through.  His sheer weight and impact shattered wood as if paper,  following suit was a gargantuan creature wielding an inhumane blade.  Chaos unravelled in what seemed akin to a butterfly’s heartbeat,  sharing not even a single moment for anyone to react.   

Yet our ex-mercenary knelt up,  weaving his blade across himself to blockade the monster’s ravaging barrage.   My body won’t be able to take more of it !  So in fear they ran,  in panic everyone began to stampede out instead of banding together.   It was down to him to bring an end to this creature,  him alone; a straggler.

“ I actually prefer chocolate too. But when my little brother came here to give me those, my little sister wanted to have the chocolate ones so badly, that I had to choose the strawberry flavored ones. “, Sehun explained laughing. It was weird, how fast she grew up - being in the dorms, which made him unable to see his siblings and his parents on a daily basis like before, he only realized this even more. 

       he can’t help but laugh, a loud chuckle at her words. He finds her threat AMUSING at best. “Age gap, height difference, skill difference, don’t matter what you look at, you ain’t going to talk to me like you’re my boss or somethin’.” He’s not even meaning to be RUDE, not intentionally. Rappa’s simply stating a fact, that he’s not going to tolerate being spoken to that way, especially not from some KID.

Tilting her head once again he was stumbling on his words, which made her snicker. Slowly she would nudge his shoulder with her own in an attempt to ease his nerves at least a little bit.

“Well yes but every holiday is different is it not? Orrrr maybe how about we go somewhere this weekend? “ of course as friends, because honestly she had very few friends and his company was for her really enjoyable. Just she hoped  that he will be able to come!

Any holiday involving gift exchanges is the same to Izuku in terms of social stress, but that’s just a little too pathetic to admit out loud. He takes the offered out instead with silent gratitude, swaying slightly from the nudge.

“Hooo and why is that? “ young marine asked letting her coat flutter as she would make a sharp turn eyeing the young man with a large scar. He seemed familiar, a pirate perhaps? Tilting her head to side she would keep arms under her chest staring at him with cold gaze.

“Do you think it is a wise idea to follow a marine officer?”

     ❝ My name is Ritsu. Ritsu Kageyama, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry, but I didn’t understand a couple of the things you said. ❞