Without skipping a bit, Hakucha quickly reaches into her belt and pulls out a peanut. Deathly serious, she tosses the peanut to the Samurai. "I guess that's why you've been acting like you're about to pass out!"
Hakucha pauses for a moment and grabs her chin with her thumb and her index finger. "....But I guess you'll need more than that to satisfy your hunger. Skoll!"
With his free hand, Skoll reaches back into a pocket under his fur armor. Out from the Armor, Skoll pulls out a massive slice of grilled fish. The slice was over 25 feet long and 6 feet wide. Hakucha goes on: "This is grilled Sea King...It came from a smaller Salmon Sea King that we caught a few weeks ago."
Hakucha pauses for a moment and grabs her chin with her thumb and her index finger. "....But I guess you'll need more than that to satisfy your hunger. Skoll!"
With his free hand, Skoll reaches back into a pocket under his fur armor. Out from the Armor, Skoll pulls out a massive slice of grilled fish. The slice was over 25 feet long and 6 feet wide. Hakucha goes on: "This is grilled Sea King...It came from a smaller Salmon Sea King that we caught a few weeks ago."
So this must be that small presence that was attached to Kyria. To make the acquaintance of such fascinating individuals all on the same day. What good fortune!
Malcolm decided to stay quiet while the conversation remained focused on Kyria's hunger, since he had nothing to contribute to a solution for the problem.
Hakucha chimes in. "I suppose we should introduce ourselves as well. My name is Captain Hakucha, of the Swan Pirates! The big guy is Skoll, my First Mate. We plan to take the Grand Line by Storm, and I will become the next Pirate King!"
She doth claim to be the Captain?! How? She doth be but a fraction of the strength of that colossus she just claimed to be her first mate! How on earth did that even come to be? Not only that but she desires to be the Pirate King? To take the throne of Gold Roger himself?!? Does she possess even the slightest inkling of what such an endeavor would entail?
Hakucha's words bring Skoll back to reality. He pushes both of the full Sake cups to Malcolm and Kyria. "It may be difficult to lift these, but the best drinks are earned!"
Skoll raises his drinking horn. "To the late Pirate King..May we all live such full lives..." Skoll leans back and begins chugging the entirety of the remaining mead.
Skoll raises his drinking horn. "To the late Pirate King..May we all live such full lives..." Skoll leans back and begins chugging the entirety of the remaining mead.
Before he could reply in earnest however, Kyria spoke up...
"To the late Pirate King!" I echoed... Before I jumped into the cup itself. As I sank under the surface, I inhaled as much as possible. You could actually see the contents in the cup sink lower. I couldn't finish it, so I crawled out of the cup and jumped down to the ground.
Before, hunger, thirst and exhaustion had threatened to make me pass out. I was now safe from that.. Now another reason entierly threatened to make me pass out.
Before, hunger, thirst and exhaustion had threatened to make me pass out. I was now safe from that.. Now another reason entierly threatened to make me pass out.
I had something to get off my chest, and with the fire warming my belly, I felt ready to say it.
"Back during that war Malcolm.. You asked me why I fight"? "Wheather it was because I felt I had to or because I wanted to".
"The truth is.. I felt in the beginning.. That I had to".. I paused before I finished "but that changed in a sense.. There is a part of myself that want to.. But I'm also compelled to, if that makes any sense"? The problem with Kyria, with I.. Was that, there had been something slightly wrong with me since my father had been arrested all those years back. The encounter with the Celestial Dragon, and the knowlege that my father was dead, had increased that wrongness. Had put a scar on my soul that never really got looked after. And with the war in the Bloody Forrest.. Real cracks had started to appear in his psyche.. And now.. With every swing of my sword, every life taken... Slowly, oh so slowly, but surely.. Parts of my humanity were decaying.. And... At that moment, drunk.. I had one brief moment of absolute clarity in which I thought to myself.. How long can I go on..? Before I become a rabid homicidal dog that is a danger everyone.. Including myself?
Then the moment of clarity was gone. It dripped away with the blood that was still coming off me. I looked at the sea king meat. Grabbed another slice with one hand as I scratched my cheek with the other. Then I said "You know.. Its funny" I didn't wait for a response before I continued. "My mode of transportation to this island, was in a rowboat.. Because I crashed my ship earlier".. "I was worried I'd meet sea kings and perish at the beginning of my adventure, do you know how I dealt with that fear"?
I still didn't wait for a response before I said "I killed every single person I came across as I rowed towards this place. I hacked them into pieces and fed sea kings with them so my journey was safe"
Having said that.. I continued to eat.
"Back during that war Malcolm.. You asked me why I fight"? "Wheather it was because I felt I had to or because I wanted to".
"The truth is.. I felt in the beginning.. That I had to".. I paused before I finished "but that changed in a sense.. There is a part of myself that want to.. But I'm also compelled to, if that makes any sense"? The problem with Kyria, with I.. Was that, there had been something slightly wrong with me since my father had been arrested all those years back. The encounter with the Celestial Dragon, and the knowlege that my father was dead, had increased that wrongness. Had put a scar on my soul that never really got looked after. And with the war in the Bloody Forrest.. Real cracks had started to appear in his psyche.. And now.. With every swing of my sword, every life taken... Slowly, oh so slowly, but surely.. Parts of my humanity were decaying.. And... At that moment, drunk.. I had one brief moment of absolute clarity in which I thought to myself.. How long can I go on..? Before I become a rabid homicidal dog that is a danger everyone.. Including myself?
Then the moment of clarity was gone. It dripped away with the blood that was still coming off me. I looked at the sea king meat. Grabbed another slice with one hand as I scratched my cheek with the other. Then I said "You know.. Its funny" I didn't wait for a response before I continued. "My mode of transportation to this island, was in a rowboat.. Because I crashed my ship earlier".. "I was worried I'd meet sea kings and perish at the beginning of my adventure, do you know how I dealt with that fear"?
I still didn't wait for a response before I said "I killed every single person I came across as I rowed towards this place. I hacked them into pieces and fed sea kings with them so my journey was safe"
Having said that.. I continued to eat.
Mine goodness Kyria. What foul manner of misfortune hath befallen thee? Thou were nothing like this when last we met. Lady Fate has not been kind to thee at all.
Deciding that with nothing good to say to Kyria, it was better to say nothing, Malcolm turned his attention back to Skoll.
"Mine apologies dear Skoll. Thou hath generously poured me a fine drink and I hath yet to even taste it."
Malcolm placed his staff down and used both hands, along his own impressive strength, to simply lift the great sake cup. Malcolm sipped at the edge of the cup, taking in great gulps of the golden liquid. Setting the cup down momentarily, Malcolm gave a contented hum before speaking to Skoll once more.
"The chance to taste a drink old enough to be mine own father is certainly most generous of thee."
Though he genuinely meant what he said, Malcolm's gusto was muted compared to earlier, the revelation of Kyria's change weighing on his mind.
Malcolm looked towards the platform once more, gazing at the holy ground where era's collided. Finding inspiration from the sight, Malcolm gripped the great cup with a single hand this time and thrusted his free hand into the air as a clenched fist.
"To the late Pirate King!"
With that important declaration made, Malcolm continued to hold his hand up in the air as he gulped the rest of the mead down, before finally finishing his great feat of alcohol tolerance with a clatter of an empty cup.
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