Mitsuki had begun to make his way back towards the docks, but he couldn't help the nagging feeling in the back of his mind. The man who had tried to save him was heading deeper into the city. He wasn't sure what his intentions were, but...no, he couldn't just leave it be. He didn't want to involve himself with this guy's crew, especially if they did become pirates. However, he couldn't deny the fact that this was happening because of his family. His father.

With a small sigh, Mitsuki stopped in the streets, making his decision, as much as he knew he would regret it. He turned around to followed the dragon boy.

He followed the boy through the streets of the island, not really seeing anything of interest happening...until they reached the main square. The crowd surrounding the scene was enough to tell him what was going on.

The Marines were at it again.

The young swordsman stepped towards the crowd, not moving as forceful as the one he trailed was moving. He stayed with the crowd, blending in as he inched his way forward. His eyes widened a bit as he saw the cause of the scene. Of course it was a Marine commander. Two out of hundreds of soldiers on this island and the young dragon found one of the few people privvy to his special ability. And, to make matters worse, he had put his power on [i]clear[/i] display. The man had brought up one of those snails...the den den mushi the government had taken to using for communications. Despite the distance and the voices around him, he was able to make out the report, his senses much greater than the typical humans due to his own abilities.

A frown creased his face. The boy was doomed if he didn't make short work of the commander before him. Despite that, he stood and waited. He wanted to see the boy's abilities. He steeled himself for what was to come, though.

He wouldn't let this boy die after the hell his father had put him through.