Chapter 62 (1/2)

Grandline, Paradise, Water 7

Walking over to the tallest man in the group of the Cipher Pol agents Azul, who knew from the body language of the agents that they were completely imobilized and thus had no way to escape their fate, knelt down in front of the man with horns made from hair at the sides of his head, now soaked in sweat from the pressure that pressed him literally into the ground.

”Now ladies and gentlemen, before we come to the main event of today's process, I will ask you a few questions and, depending on how satisfied I am with your answers, your judgement may be less... painful, may be a decent enough description.” Azul said in a kind of soothing way, while he had walked from the big man to the woman of the group, kneeling in front of her as he did before, and slowly stroked the womans long blond hair, making her shiver a little at his touch.

Taking away his hand from her Azul stood up and walked back to the tallest man, all the while looking their leader in the eye with his smile remaining on his face.

”I believe you to be the leader of this group. Is this a correct assumption, birdman?” Azul asked the man with the pigeon on his shoulder that was shivering, a lot, while the man nodded in assent at Azuls question.

”Good, good... It seems we are off to a good start, wouldn't you agree?” Azul said, walking around the group to the frozen Robin who had never seen such a dark side of Azul, making her unsure on how to deal with this new development.

As Azul reached Robin his hardened still smiling face melted a little, after which he bowed down to her level, putting his right hand on her head and whispered in her ear, so only she could hear his words, after which she shortly nodded, turned around and left, closing the door of the hall behind her to wait outside for Azul for when he was finished with his buisiness.

At first she had been surprised by his words. After all, she had been witness to executions and torture before, though she had to admit that she never took p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e in it and always had tried to keep her hands clean. Shoving her questions to the back of her mind, Robin walked over to a crate and sat down, knowing this may take a while.

Azul meanwhile had returned before his prisoners, coming to a stop before the large man once more and laying his hand on top of the mans head.

”Question number one: Who is the one responsible for deploying the Cipher Pol agents and where is said person stationed?” Azul asked, always keeping eyecontact with the leader, who didn't say a word, making Azul sigh at the man's stubborness. Though he could kind of understand the man. After all, knowing that he wouldn't leave this place alive, why should he rat out the ones who lead the cause he seemed to believe in so firmly?

'...great. No answers it seems. No matter. I'll try a few more. Maybe I'll be able to at least get something out of this. Though I probably should be happy enough with their lives... bahh, who cares about semantics anyways.' Azul finished his thought process, grunting slightly at the end, after which he let his left leg smash down upon the big mans knee, shattering it into pieces, causing said man to roar in pain and making the faces of the group drain of all remaining colour.