15 shady old man in a shady old alley! (2/2)
As the sun reached the height of its course, finally we finished our needlessly arduous and tedious adventure through the markets and at end finally reached what I could only assume to be the slum region of the town of Minnon.
It was quite funny really - no, not the poverty itself, but the contrast that society seemed to weave itself into regardless of the situation or world. At least in that aspect, humanity was scum.
As I made my way to the alley way, the fatty begun to whimper and clutched tightly at my yukata sleeve, you had to realize for all his strength and shamelessness, he was only a twelve year old boy. (A/N yes I know, I haven't iterated enough how old he is)
His eyes darted around as he looked about attentively, this was the slums of the one piece world after all, an almost jungle-ion aura assaulted all that had not gotten used to it, keeping away annoying visitors which I believe we were.
A ticking noise overwhelmed my senses as I looked at the mouth of the alleyway. Not many people filled the alley, but those who did, either looked ill, or were straight up fainted. From among them a poor old-man stared back at me, his eyes seeming to bore through my very being as I returned his gaze. His storm-grey eyes reminded me of the look that old army veterans possessed back on Earth. It was the look of a warrior and a survivor. A look that I had only recently adopted after long and grueling hours of Tanken senpai's Spartan regime.
A glimmer of light seemed to swamp his plain face as he slowly pointed toward me, an unknown feeling kept me grounded in place as continued to vehemently point toward me, a feeling that seemed to bid me to come closer, and a feeling that seemed to force me to help up the old man.
A cold gleam arose in my eyes as a tiny vein of Haoshaku burst out from me, I had awakened my conqueror's Haki very early so it only made sense that I was able to control it.
In response to my Will, another Will seemed to be birthed rising higher into the noon air. All the residents of the Shady alley had long fainted and even the fatty tethered on the brink of consciousness, but the momentum still continued to rise - not in opposition, but in alliance, an alliance between kings arose between us, me, and the old man.
Our Wills seemed to rise into the air, as a solid windstorm seemed intent on buffeting the nearby blocks of Minnon.
As the winds swished more than ever, I finally noticed the tattered piece of paper that lay unmoving in the storm that had been conjured up, on it lay a jumble of words, a jumble of words that only barely made any sense. But what it said, sent me staggering backwards - 'he' was alive!