"Who the hell do you think you are?"

A crash was heard in the busy street as a man was thrown through the door of the local bar. He scratched his head of blond hair, crimson eyes staring expectantly at the group of men exiting after him. He brushed off the dust from his white jacket, standing up fully as a bored expression came over his face. There was a rather large group of them, all large and brutish. It wasn't hard to tell they were pirates. Pirates were the only ones who didn't really care about the laws in place. Especially with a marine base so close. He had expected this scum when he set out to sea, but he had hoped to put it off until he found some people to join up with.

"So, what are you going to do about my partner's wrist?" the man in the lead asked. He was a large one, easily twice the size of the blond. A large sword was held in his right hand, placed against his shoulder. It was curved menacingly. It also happened to be twice the length of the sword at the blond's side.

Mitsuki placed a hand on the hilt of his sword lightly. "Well, a pair of handcuffs might look nice. I could say the same for your wrists too," he commented. "There's a nice little marine base nearby I could escort you to."

The pirate captain's eyes narrowed just before he swung his sword for the other man's throat. In a flash, his sword was up, blocking the swing with one arm. He let out a small sigh. "I hoped this would be a bit more challenging." He swung out, shoving the sword away before twisting around and slashing across the man's chest. Blood spewed as the other pirates began to surge towards him. He blocked the first that reached him with his blade again, his foot coming up to block the sword of a second. The sole of sandals he wore let out a clink as the blade was met with metal. With a quick twist, he flipped up into the air and slammed his foot into the man's face. This sent him crashing back into the bar they had just exited, even as Mitsuki landed back on his feet.

The pirates were more cautious now, edging away from the swordsman. They had expected easy prey. It was clear that wasn't what they were getting. "Come on, now. Don't be shy," he said with a small grin. "I want to finish my warm up."