Once they’d arrived on the docks, it wasn’t long before the Golden Fleece’s captain spotted a ship that he fancied. And Samehana couldn’t agree more with his choice. A full-blown Marine galleon. She’d seen quite a few in her travels, even up close, but having one to hang out on herself was an exciting proposition. Then, she was put on luggage duty.
”Aye aye, Cap’n.” she droned, giving a mocking salute as she skipped off to go retrieve their belongings from the small gunboat they made their way to Loguetown on. It wasn’t grabbing the bags that took the wind out of her sails. It was the fact that Sancho and Church would’ve taken care of the fun parts without her! It couldn’t be helped, though.
It didn’t take long for Samehana to gather the crew’s belongings and hoist them up on one shoulder. By the time she came back, though, the guards on the perimeter of the ship had already been taken care of. Looking around, a peculiar sight caught her attention for a moment. A figure was approaching the harbor at a fairly quick pace, occasionally being preceded by “bridges” of crimson. Upon further observation, she saw that it was one of the individuals from the cafe earlier, albeit without anybody she saw with him inside. And the bridges appeared to be the young boy’s coat, which would catch his footfalls like some kind of airborne red carpet.
”Neat.” she remarked before going about her own business. Without any trouble, she leapt from the dock onto the deck of the galleon and without dropping a thing. As expected, it was empty. Though, it wasn’t really hard to gauge whether any hostile presences were around considering her use of Observation Haki. So, while the other two were occupied with their own business, Samehana decided to be the lookout for any approaching enemies. After all, with the red-coated lad’s approach, there were bound to be Marines on the way too. Though, with the boy’s apparent swiftness, it looked like that wouldn’t be for a while yet. All that was left was for the sails to be drawn and for the crew to set off in their beautiful new ship.
Great. Juuussst great. Right when things were looking up, the unconscious man on the makeshift raft was now
conscious. Well, that didn’t matter, right? They were up shit creek without a paddle as far as Zepp could be bothered to care. Of course, things weren’t going to be that easy. Not too long after the guy woke up, he rattled off some words and then full-sized sailboat and scythe were in sprung about. At the man’s assertion that he knew him, Zepp raised an eyebrow but was left otherwise unperturbed, even in the face of the vibrations emanating from the scythe in the man’s hand. Sighing, Zepp simply tossed his rifle to the side and watched as the man hurled the scythe at the ship at incredible speed, the force of the wind blowing his own sailboat a fair distance away and causing massive amounts of water to suddenly be displaced, obscuring Zepp’s visual of the boat as it swiftly sailed off into the wild blue. But that went both ways. Pulling the brim of his hat down over his eyes, Zepp’s constant smile got even wider before he appeared to suddenly disappeared from the shore of the island. To those who were aware of the Rokushiki techniques, one would be aware that the man known to the 99th Division as “Zeppelli Kisaragi” was using the advanced Soru-Geppo combination technique known only as “Kamisori”, his rapid aerial movements masked by the spray of water that the scythe kicked up around it.
Meeting the scythe in midair, Zepp tapped on the surface of its blade and immediately immersed himself into its surface. At almost the exact same time, the blade was slammed by a cannonball thrown by Johnny, only to then receive a strong blow from Freyja in kind. While the two bliws were both impressive, it wasn’t enough to knock the massive scythe off course. Moving his 2D form up to where the scythe’s shaft met the blade, Zepp’s form appeared from the wood. Without a moment’s hesitation, Zepp stomped on the shaft and launched himself off towards the 99th’s vessel, in turn sending the scythe into the water with a large splash that wet the entire deck. While the ship didn’t get cleaved through entirely, it certainly wasn’t unscathed. The curved blade managed to carve an impressive gash into the ship, but she could still function well enough.
Zepp fell headfirst onto the deck and rolled, stopping after a few feet. “Well, that was a close one, wasn’t it?” the Marine remarked, panting. However, Zepp was far from tired out by the endeavour…..
Asura