The quiet approach to this mission was the path he had decided upon. Which he felt would be the best thing for them both. Even though he knew that Charlotte would not enjoy having her body hidden in anyway shape or form. She'd get over it, she would have to. It was their only option at the moment. "I have never met a woman more upset about the fact that her breasts were not out for the world to see." He said in a hushed voice. She was truly something else, she could take it as a compliment or not. It truly didn't matter.

Their approach by boat was going smoothly. Well as smooth as Charlotte would allow it. She was still going on about the fact that she had to be in her current outfit, what if the magazine saw her like that. What if they did? Why did that kind of thing actually matter. He had never even seen an issue of the sorcerer. So it didn't really dawn on him that it was an important thing at all. But coming from her mouth, could have fooled him. Sounded like quite the ordeal.

Something about this felt odd. He could smell something on the air. Something familiar, and almost cat like. But not actually a cat. Which could only mean one thing honestly. "Happy!" Manzo yelled at the top of his lungs. Happy was on that boat, those bastards had taken his friend and feline companion. This was enough to send him into a rage. One that he had not experienced in some time. He smashed his hands together, causing a wooden bridge to come forth from the ocean. Stopping their boat in it's tracks.

He would then make a fist, and slam it into his hand. The end of the wooden bridge transforming in a dragon's head. The head of the dragon clamped down upon the ship they were headed toward. They would not be allowed to get away. They had something of his, and he very much wanted it back. No ifs ands or butts about it. He jumped from the boat throwing off his disguise. As soon as he hit the wooden bridge he ran with all his might toward the ship. He had to find Happy, and make sure that he was okay.

Meanwhile on the boat. The pirates were gathered around two cats, tied up together. Blue and white being their respective colors. "M-Manzo." Happy said with fear in his voice. He turned his head side to side, looking for a way to escape the predicament he had gotten himself into. A sinking feeling in the gut of the cat. He had truly gotten himself into a sticky situation. Before he could feel utterly hopeless, on the horizon he saw a mop of auburn hair. This caused his glum look to perk up into one of sheer happiness.

"BOSS?!" Exclaimed happy at the top of his lungs. Manzo's ears perked up and jumped over the railing of the ship onto the deck. Fighting his way through the ships crew to reach his blue friend. "Don't worry Happy, I'm coming." After a few moments of fighting them off he had finally reached his little blue friend. He would quickly untie him. The two sharing a tearful embrace. Before Manzo's relief turned to rage once more. "Which one of you touched my fucking cat." He said with malice in his voice.

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But, their reunion would be short lived. Just as Manzo was about to deal some justice to these jerks for their catnapping ways. A large pirate grabbed happy by the nape of his neck. "Not so fast kitty cat, you're gonna be a great gift for the boss." He said as he threw happy inside of a barrel.

This angered him to no degree. He rushed the large pirate at full speed. But the fat ass had other ideas. He used his belly as a trampoline. Upon making impact with it, he was sent flying through my mast support, snapping it in half. This of course knocked the wind out of Manzo for a moment.

He would cough furiously, with a bit of blood coming up as well. Ah yes, mistake number one, making Manzo bleed. There was something almost animalistic about him, when someone shed his blood. Imagine if you will, grabbing a tiger by it's tail. That would certainly be enough, to put it in a fowl mood wouldn't you say.

He would raise himself up from the rubble, wiping the blood from his mouth. He smirked and began to laugh to himself. Ah what a fatal mistake this mountain of a man had made. There were rules to engagement. Rules he had neglected to follow. Rule number one, don't make him bleed.

He would tear off the rest of his coat, which had already been ravaged by the damage of the impact with the mast. He popped his neck, and back in one motion and took in a breath of air. Needing to get a bit back in his lungs. Due to the aforementioned wind being knocked out of him.

"Alright you son of a bitch. Let's dance eh?"

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The smell of iron was on the air. Blood spilled from the two men going at one another like beasts fighting over the right to mate during the season. Manzo met his blows one after another with his own. Blood dripping from his mouth and nose, while a nice shiner formed underneath his eye.

"I killed demonic hordes who make you look like a bitch. Is that all you've got?" He said as he placed another well timed strike on the chin of the mountain of a man. Which he returned in kind with a punch to Manzo's gut. Causing him to spit out more blood.

It was in this moment that he could only think about the safety of Happy. He knew that he had to take out this monster to ensure that nothing befell him or anyone else simply trying to live their life.
"That's a lot of tough talk coming from someone who can't knock me down." The brute laughed.

Ah yes taunting, the second rule you shouldn't break when it came to a fight with the Blue Ace. He may not be the strongest amongst his peers, not even close to some of them. But he earned his title off of sheer willpower, and a never say die attitude. Rest assured, he was not going to die here, not to someone as despicable as this.

Out of the corner of his eye he could see that Charlotte had retrieved his partner from the barrel. This only served to distract him for the moment. Allowing that mountain of a man to land another blow while he wasn't looking. A sucker punch to the side of the head. Which would have knocked most people out.

Happy looked on with terror as he watched his master being smashed into the deck of the ship. The cries of pain coming from his mouth as his body began to break under the weight of the foot of the man. "Boss! Get up!"
He cried with all his might, as tears began to flow down his face. A sense of guilt washing over him, he felt as though it was his own fault for him being in such a state.

He looked to Charlotte, tugging on her outfit. He felt as though she was the only one who could bring something to Manzo. A piece of him that he had left to Happy because of it's destructive nature. Manzo had left the life of destruction, behind but there was something he needed. Something that made him whole. Gave him even more confidence than the buster sword he carried around up till now.

"Ma'am, I-I have something, that I need you to give to the Boss. Without it, it's like he's fighting with a hand tied behind his back..." The feline sobbing between words. Trying desperately to convey the urgency of the situation to her. If she was as close to him, as she made herself out to be. Then she would undoubtedly do this favor for Happy.

Out of his tiny knapsack he would hand her a small gourd with the kanji for sake written on it. To the naked eye, this would seem like nothing more than a way to carry around one's booze. But in truth, it housed something far more special, and more destructive than most magical items on earth. An ancient Joyan weapon, that only he could wield, one that had become part of him.

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Manzo picked himself up from his own pool of blood. Looking up to see his partner looking down on him. Her look made it seem like she enjoyed seeing him beaten to a pulp. But what else could he say other than, she was kind of odd in that way. She derived pleasure from the weirdest things, but if she was not like that, then she wouldn't be herself, and he would probably lose interest. No one wants to be around someone boring, and charlotte was anything but boring.

She handed him the gourd that happy had given her. It was safe to say that she had no idea what she was holding in her hand. If she did, she'd probably not be so care free about it. Though the odds of her taking it seriously, were pretty slim all said and done. He took the gourd from her hand and took a deep breath. It had been some time since he had used the item in question. He was a bit scared to use it now. But if he could have his way with him in this regard. Gods only knew what he could do to Charlotte and Happy.

It was not a risk he was willing to take. He struggled to his feet. The captain of the pirates looking down upon him with a smirk on his face. "What do you think you're going to do to me with that gourd?" Now finally on his feet, Manzo began to chant in Joyan. He had placed a protective seal on the gourd, one that only he could break. Manzo, now wearing a grin of his own, popped the cork on the gourd.

Upon doing so, the hilt of a blade came out of the opening of the sake gourd. He placed one hand on the hilt, and pulled it from it's home. Before the group appeared a solid black katana, burn marks all down the blade. A smirk on Manzo's face, as he fastened the gourd to his waist, now with both hands did he grip the blade. "What's that supposed to be? Looks like a dull blade to me." The captain said feeling very sure of himself.

Manzo chuckled to himself at those words. Before rushing to the captain blade in hand. His strike was blocked, but that would do nothing to stop what was coming his way. Flames began to engulf the captain, from head to toe. Black flames now swarming and burning himself alive. "It's name, is Totsuka." He said as he sheathed it once more inside the gourd, putting the cork back in.

He turned to his companion. "Let's get out of here, this whole ship is about to go up in flames." He said as happy latched onto his back and sprouted wings, carrying he and Manzo to the safety of the sandy beach.

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