The Misadventures of Hitsuyona Shizukesa

The fierce power of the relentless seas bring their might upon the hull, as it's entirety sway endlessly afloat. With each passing moment one couldn't help but wonder when the next might result in their capsizing. A storm had approached them suddenly, and without warning. The waves crash reptitively with their strength, and so does the boat continue to waver. Rain had since began, falling frightfully upon all those who remain abroad the ships surface.

Hitsuyona stands above the baring sea with an unrelenting look within his eyes, as his stare merely falls to the crashing waves that bring an imminent threat of his very death. The sea had become a toxin to his very being; yet, the man held no fear to the thought of its power. Just as he would not falter at this, nor would he falter at the bolt of lightning to falls mere meters from the ship itself. The ears of his subordinates hear a deafening sound, and pause in their tracks for a moment. He would come to continue standing with his solemn expression, as his ears ring eagerly attempting to recover from the blast of light that had just occurred.

Off in the distance another appearance was beginning to make itself known. Hitsuyona's eyes squint past the constant rain the falls upon them, and can see the outline of what could be assumed a ship. He had yet to establish whether it would be friendly or foe, but he'd known of no other revolutionaries to be present in this area of the grand line. Whether pirates or marines, either could pose a significant threat, but the latter was of most annoyance at the given moment.

The man whom hugged the edge of this ship comes to let out a depressing sigh, before turning to face the variety of persons who appear to be running among the surface without a clue as to their purpose. He ponders for a moment about the next course of action, while leaning against the rails for a support while his ship leans once more. "Lower the sails you insignificant fools!" The many among the surface began to turn roundabout for the center of the ship, but only a few had been truly need for the task. There was no purpose in all attempting to complete one simple task, that may or may not have proved difficult given their current predicament. Hitsuyona truly began to felt annoyed that every single person was going to feel compelled to attempt one singular thing, or at least most. "Everyone else, drop anchor on both sides of the ship, NOW!

He turns back to face the oncoming ship, which was now closing in from afar. It had become clear that he would soon have a face to face with marines, and so the man did lower his head once more. The turquoise hair is now long since soaked and along the face of himself as he slams his hand down onto the railing of the ship. He felt as though there was never a break, between the weather, looters, and beasts under the surface of this unforgiving ocean. Yet, his face quickly raises with a smirk donned while screaming outward. "Put your game faces on men! The Marines have come to play!"

Hitsuyona takes a standing posture after a brief moment, and his men were now screaming amongst themselves. They had begun to draw weapons while talking amongst themselves, and many cries could be heard. "What shall we be lieutenant?!" "How can we fight in this storm?" "Are we taking the fight to them?" Everyone had statements or questions to follow, but the Teal haired man merely turns once again to face them. "Ready the cannons, give em hell!" Hitsuyona had become annoyed with his constant interruptions, and this was going to be a statement of sorts. It didn't matter if it wasn't technically the fault of this particular marine ship, because they as a whole seemed to be at every corner he turned. Not to mention, that the rest of nature itself had been consistently giving his plans the middle finger.

Cannons now roll across the wooden surface of the ship, and cause it's foundations to creak as they reach their destination. In the meantime, the nearing ship had taken the time to audibly speak through an amplifying device. "Surrender now, or come forcefully, Hitsuyona. You're men can live to fight another day if you give up peacefully." Their orders had clearly been considered preposterous by many of the men aboard Hitsuyona's ship, while they yell out profane language fit for a sailor. The man himself comes to let out a laughter of sorts, more so to please the men preparing for a battle.   "You hear that men? They want ME and only ME. We all know that would only last until the second the cuffs clipped my wrists!" He extends his left hand outwards, and with the snap of a finger did a light blue colored aura quickly expand outward. This of course wasn't visable easily, and even impossible in this current weather at hand. "So lets play their game for now! Raise the white flag, and allow me to show you some fun!"

The men let out laughter while the cannons are loaded, and a weak willed flag of surrender is quickly raised. The Marine ship quickly closes in one the two, but notice them preparing to launch the cannons. Hitsuyona squints at the enemy ship closing in, who seemed to have the same plan of a ill-willed surrender. He fiercely grips the ship, and lets out a shout. "Hold-Fire!" However, the enemy across the way had a different plan, as cannon balls fill the air. His colleagues felt confused, as if they were going to be sitting ducks wathcing their ship sink, but Hitsuyona had a plan all the same. He takes in a deep break, and his grip tightens more so as a brief 'quench' fills his expression. Quite literally the ships both momentarily vanish before appearing once more, but oddly enough found themselves to have swapped places. The cannon balls that the Marines had originally fired close in quickly on themselves, as his men go rushing to the edge of the ship in awe at what had transpired. They quickly turn to face Hitsuyona at this point, only to see him giving out a light 'pant' after this display.

WC l 1,072
TWC l 1,072
1,072/2,000

Hitsuyona's half bowed posture remains as he lets out a series of coughs, and a light trickle of blood falls into his hands. The young man stands tall once more, as he hides the clear strain such a feat had placed upon his body. Hitsuyona then looks to the men who all stood awaiting orders, and simultaneously watching as cannonballs reign from the air upon those who had originally ordered their firing. The teal haired man looks to his men as they stand under the relentless rain, with a smirk on his face. "Fire!" The look at him awkwardly, and attempt to use their flint and matches under the downpour diligently. The idiots couldn't strike a flame within this drenching storm, and his sigh is let forth painstakingly so. Hitsuyona looks to the enemy marine ship that had now taken on fire of their own, as planks of chipped wood scatter to the surface of the ocean beneath them. "Fetch the flares you morons! I've got a boat to catch." He was saddened by their sudden idiocy under the pressure of a sudden approach, but knew all too well that to do something right you must do so yourself.  

Hitsuyona turns to face the starboard of the since onslaught ship to hold out a hand high into the air. " Aim those cannons diligently men, if I find a cannonball to be upon myself, you shall pay the price." His eyes close for a moment, and he does so clench his fists. 'Shambles' He did vanish from the surface of his very own ship, and a singular cannonball falls to the deck in his place. "You heard him men! He's decided to take this one into his own hands, either hold your fire, or keep your wits about yourselves." A silver haired gentleman had decided to take it upon himself to resume command in their commander's absence, which so happened to be the second in command, Myles.

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The clinically insane counterpart had found himself to land not-so-gracefully upon a pile of cannonballs in his arrival to enemy territory. His gaze quickly sways back and forth to get a general feel of his area; yet, time was not entirely in his favor. It took them relatively no time to gain knowledge of his arrival, as many marines rush to aim their muskets in his general direction. The begin to surround his current location in a semi-circle manner, and keep their aim steadily in await for some form of order. IN the meantime, their 'captain' begins approaching with his overglorified cape that dons pridefully on his back. "Men, I believe we told them that they may surrender one for the sake of many, perhaps they have come to their sense. However, these shenanigans performed can't go without punishment, ready the cannons. Hitsuyona squints intently on this man, and allows a singular hand to raise forwards. "I don't believe that was the agreement, SIR, and I don't like being fooled. I Believe you opened fire first, and I can't help that you ate your own lead." He was clearly of ill-intentions himself, but had no intentions to be swindled by any means. OF course, the marines beneath him seemed to have gotten a bit 'shaky' by acting as if they were about to fire at the simplest of movement.

The captain had since turned around, appearing to be filled with a rage, and swats his arm in a near temper tantrum manner. "Take him to the brig!" The Teal-Haired ones eyes widen, as a full smile fills his face, followed by laughter whilst the men begin to approach him. Three had begun to step forward, and his finger snaps minutely to cause a beam of light that raises from their feet to the tip of their head. 'Sukyan' Their muskets had suddenly gotten heavier at this moment; rather, they were instantaneously replaced with cannonballs that seemingly fall unto the floor upon their astonishment. Hitsuyona half-heartedly stands upon the muskets that were now beneath his feet, and points a finger in the upwards direction. 'Takt' The cannonballs would raise in a hastened manner, and strike the multiplitude of marines who stood expectantly beneath the items that would come to best them in a single motion.

The captain had now begun to be stricken with a variety of emotions, and most of which were too sudden to be fully explained. This man's widened eyes quiver at the sight of one who had so suddenly bested a majority of the men who manned his ship, and causes him to aggrivatedly draw a sword from its sheath. Hitsuyona would snap his finger once more, but let out a irritable sigh in seeing that it remains within the tight grips of his now oncoming enemy. Its fucking seastone Hitsuyona smiles and quickly snatches a musket from the pile beneath his feet. With one swift motion he throws it like a hunting spear, which flies directly beside the skull of this commander who did so hastenly approach him. The man had a look upon Hitsuyona that suggested he had judged his lackluster aim, but in a moments notice he once again switches locations with the object, allowing the spiraling bladed gun to presume where it had previously layed. However, it still carried it's onslaught towards the man, who would swat it to the side with his blade. The annoyed being turns to face Hitsuyona, who had since drew a blade of his own. "Remember this in the future, my friend. The sheep never herds the shepard, and you my friend, sent them to herd the wolf."

WC:936
TWC: 2,008

- Learned 'first release'

Hitsuyona most usually would've found himself to become enraged under the normal circumstances of the currently transpiring events; yet, the teal haired transcendent had found himself becoming more enlightened at this current moment in time. Something about the mans stature had just brought a fuel to the fire of the young mans bolstering ego, and he couldn't help but smile diligently in response to the obviously displayed abilities following such empty words.

[1]The two had neared before his opponent would openly attack with a slash the seemed near bland in nature. Every natural response would have suggested to block or dodge, but this cocky soul had too much ego to be simplistic following such insults; rather, he would lightly weave and angle himself so that an upwards slash would force his opponent to either retract that attack, or risk losing the appendage that held the only weapon that could harm himself.

[2]Whilst this occurred the Marine used his unknown abilities to both manipulated and fire a musket towards Hitsuyona's general location, but it held no merit to feasibly harm himself. He merely tilted as to avoid the oncoming bullet before deciding to respond once more. "Every action has an equal and opposite reaction!" He snaps his fingers allowing the several muskets to begin quickly levitating around themselves, and all would fire at once. Hitsuyona felt comfortable enough to allow himself to shambles out of the way out danger, but the opponents response would be most enjoyable to perceive.
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WC: 248

Race : Human [Variant]
Class : Genius
Power : 37+4 to all (DF usage activating 'release')
Strength : 24 - 28
Stamina : 59 - 63
Speed : 62 - 66
Energy : 103 - 107
Perception : 62 - 66

[1] Hitsuyona effectively 'parries' while retaliating

[2] Hitsuyona dodges the bullet while countering with a quick reusage of the same attack tenfold