ABOVE THE SKY & UNDERWATER [P]

[YONKOU SUZAKU]

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[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,padding: 5px; border-left: 5px solid #A60800; border-radius; 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; border-bottom: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;][atrb=width,340,true][atrb=border,0,true] [style=letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: times; font-size: 9px;]The dark blue sky, filled with clouds, blocked out the celestial sunlight which would natural enveloped the world with its heavenly light and warmth. Instead, the only thing that would come out of the sky is a white, cold powder that was known to the world as snow. It had covered the entire island with its white powder, building up buildings and in the streets, anywhere it could fall and accumulate. The island where the snow had chosen to fall upon was known as Karakuri Island, it was known to be a futuristic kind of place, and it had definitely lived up to its name. The place was covered by large buildings and research facilities all over the island. Upon one of the larger buildings, a young red-headed male had looked down upon the island, watching it beneath his scarlet hues carefully, with a slightly serious expression. He had sat upon the edge of the building, with one leg hanging off to the side of the building, and his other leg having been folded with his feet still on the edge. His arm upon the same side as his folded leg had rested upon it, while his other hand was a few inches behind him, his palm spread and placed upon the surface of the cold, hard building. He had wondered what kind of people had lived there, and why did they. Who would want to live in a cold and gloomy place? He couldn't understand it, for it was all too much for him at the time. He wasn't the kind that liked going into deep thoughts about things, he liked to go out and have fun, be wild and free. But, his crew had needed supplies, and this was the closest place that they could stop by to pick up a few things. He couldn't help but feel that something was up with the aura of the island, it was an eerie feeling that he couldn't shake, not in the least bit. It was if someone or the island in general possessed an aura that he was familiar with, and it didn't do anything but disgust the red-head. He scoffed, the vessels that had inhabited the island were a disgusting bunch to him, if he could, he would end the cloudy sky above them and get rid of the snowfall, but he couldn't. And, he wasn't in any fashion prepared for what the weather of the island had to offer him. He had worn his fitted black captain jacket that was opened, exposing his bare, muscular chest. The jacket was designed with golden stripes upon it. He also sported a pair of black cargo pants which stopped at his shins, and had a few golden stripes upon them, and then a pair of matching boots. He wasn't bother by the cold weather; his fiery personality was enough to keep him warm after all. He adverted his vision off into the sky, watching the small fall upon him and the rest of the island. ("Breathe in and eat up life...") [/style]

[style=font-size: 10px; font-family: helvetica, sans-serif;]breathe by gumball @ on the edge[/style]

[----- genbu]

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[atrb=width,300][atrb=style,padding:10px;] YONKOU GENBU THE NINETY FIVE HUNDRED MILLION DOLLAR MAN A throne without its king, the Yonkou reached out from the isolation of his umbrella to touch the snow touched wood. The leader of Behemoth slowly took his hand across the wood, following its engineered curvature until the end of the dock. This was not an ordinary ship docked at this harbor, not many people here would use such an out dated method of transportation, and with the jolly rogger in plain sight it only confirmed his suspicion. Genbu turned away from the vessel and aimed for the buildings on the shoreline. It had been nearly three years since their last encounter, and the last time he left him, the kid was on the ground, with blood gushing from his face. A mark to remind him of his position in the order of the world, though he had spent his time well to have become a Yonkou at his age, but then again Genbu was a prodigy himself, having reached it before this child had. Then again, the world five years ago was a completely different world, there were much more dangerous pirates and marines. During his frames of thought, Genbu had made passage to the the main port city on Karakuri Island. Watching hundreds of people pass him by, this city was filled with people and cyborgs. Towers went straight into the clouds in this city, it was a foreign world to him. Closing his eyes, the leader of Behemoth focused on his other senses. The world around almost vanished, as he tuned out the hundreds of people and viechles. Searching the city for a single person as he caught the aura of the newest Yonkou. The new found strength he had was rather impressive, perhaps he would even become a threat to him someday. A smirk rising on his face as he located the source of his prescense, as his mind climbed to the sky above. Genbu opened his eyes, with the location of the man memorized, though he couldn't let him know of his arrival, lowering his own level of power, to erase himself from his little rival scouting. Following a crowd into a building, and taking an elevator from the bottom of the tower to the top the man exited the metal doors to the small staircase that lead to the rooftops. His footsteps silent as he opened the final door that lead to the destined encounter. The ebony attire of the pirate before him almost matched his own, however he had his own touch of gold lining across his. He wouldn't comment on it however, as he had seen much worse outfits. Genbu reaching into his cloak removing a single gold coin, resting it on the base of his thumb. With a sudden snap, the Yonkou flipped the shiny metal coin through the air, flying directly for Trine. "you've been invited Warmack." he stated to the young man. "to the meeting of the yonkou in the new world." with a simple smile. It would be interesting to see Trine's expression, they weren't exactly best friends. TEMPLATE FOR GENBU THE YONKOU

[YONKOU SUZAKU]

[style=position: relative; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/r9yNQ.png); border-radius: 100%; -webkit-border-radius: 100%; -moz-border-radius:100%; width: 100px; height: 100px; border-style: solid; border-width: 5px; border-color:#A60800;][/style]

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,padding: 5px; border-left: 5px solid #A60800; border-radius; 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; border-bottom: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;][atrb=width,340,true][atrb=border,0,true] [style=letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: times; font-size: 9px;]As he had continued to look off into the sky, he began to day dream, about his past. A lot of things had happened to him upon becoming a Yonkou, way before even then, the man was nothing more than a mere marksmen. For a crew that he had helped through the Grand Line, but once past that point, he went off on his own, and created his own crew and built up his own reputation. The crew didn't have a name at first, or at least a real name, until after the red-heads fateful encounter with another pirate, one that would have left a permanent scar upon his face. After that encounter, he had vowed to never lose to anyone again, and he named the crew after receiving the crew upon his face. The man that had left him the scar was one that he could never forget, until he get his much deserved rematch, and to bring back honor upon himself. He wanted to do nothing more than to crush him, beneath his hands. He had known that nowadays, he was one of the stronger Yonkou, but that didn't mean that he had feared him or would in anyway. The young red-head was a go-getter, he had vowed since the day he had become a pirate that he would always keep moving forward no matter what. He had a strong urge of dislike for the man, he still held him in some regard, he had deserved respect after all, and he was a powerful guy. Though, it had only made the young red-head more anxious to have another bout with him. He had known no other vessel in the world was as important to the red-head as the man who left the scar on him, and he had a feeling, that he would soon be able to test his vessel against his. His scarlet hues had slowly came down from the sky, and sat back down upon the city, watching all of the people live out their usually lives, in this cold and gloomy island. His irritation had grown tremendously as he had continued to watch him, but then, suddenly, something had caught his attention. He heard the faint sound of the coin behind him fly into the air by a blunt object or force, and the slight sound it made as it spun through the air, getting louder as it moved toward him. Before the coin could even reach him, he had heard a voice, which was too familiar to him, one that would cause his blood to boil instantly and make him want to erupt violently like a volcano. He had rose up from the edge of the building, with great speed, thanks to the aid of his Haste ability. This would give him an edge over those who were Haste minor, or even a greater edge if they didn’t have it at all. He flickered position from sitting on the edge, to standing up in battle position would appear to be like a blur to those who didn't have keen eyes, and even if they did, doesn't mean their bodies would be able to react with the speed of the other. In a burst of speed, he had charged toward the man whose voice he had recalled from many years ago, and before he would charge him with great speed, he saw his face, confirming who he was. The young red-head had cocked back his left fist, and then lashed out a quick and mighty punch toward the face of the man when he was close enough. The Haste ability was still in play, and now the Power ability to had accompanied it. The force behind the speed and power of the punch would be great, making the punch strong enough to crush a boulder beneath his might. and the force behind the punch would be like delivering another punch, but both attacking simultaneously, doubling the damage of the strike, if it was successful. Though, encase the man was clever, he wouldn't allow his body to not be prepared for a counter measure, for he wasn't as naive as he used to be. The doorway from where the edge was about ten meters apart from each other, and the red-head was able to cover that in mere seconds. Would the man able to keep up with the red-head's speed, or capable of enduring a hellish blow from him? The red-head couldn't wait to see. ("YOU! How could you dare show your face to ME?!") [/style]

[style=font-size: 10px; font-family: helvetica, sans-serif;]breathe by gumball @ on the edge[/style]

[----- genbu]

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[atrb=width,300][atrb=style,padding:10px;] YONKOU GENBU THE NINETY FIVE HUNDRED MILLION DOLLAR MAN One second, had passed since he had flipped the coin, watching the young Trine turn around turn around to the sight of the the black turtoise. The crimson of eyes locked onto his azure iris, his body adjusting quickly to a new position. This kid's flight or fight kicked inside of him, and his body was prepared to take another beating. Though Genbu didn't have time to exactly stand around and teach him another lesson. However this would help gauge his new strength in the last several years. The second moment passed, the boy quickly charged directly for Genbu. A linear path for the ebony yonkou, Trine was set on destroying him for what he had done to him, the scar across his face could be seen clearly across his nose and beneath his eyes. The night starts now, his focus now on the combat at hand. Warmack was a near suicide charge at his position, his speed was impressive, peraphs on par with his own prowress. The world around them appeared to move in slow motion to their quick fighting, as he smirked. His heart set on putting this child back into his place. The last second passed, as Trine was directly before him, cocking his left hand back with an increidble amount of strength. Lifting his hand up, an open palm greated the young man's, almost mirroring Trine's strike. Welcoming Warmack with an equally powerful grasp to stop his punch. The impact of the two colliding left a wake of energy, the snow around them blowing crazily in every direction. He felt the energy of the punch course through him, it almost pushed him back if he didnt meet it so quickly. Years of experience and his own heart and his intelligence of the human body and how to access reserves of increased strength and speed easily as his own command. Trine was very fast, however his linear charge left the man predictable, and with prediction comes a foretold future. With his right hand free, the future king of pirates in the same instant reached down to his sheathed weapon, when they're hands collided he grabbed the hilt of his weapons and began to unsheathe it. The nodachi, the very same weapon that made his scar entered the battle. The ambidexterious yonkou tore it loose with a similar power to Trine's fist. However this was far more freightening, as it erupted from its holster with a roar, raw energy tearing out from the sheathe towards Trine. This technique was better known as Shockwave. The nodachi being swung in a quick upward left swing. the seastone weapon wasnt as easily countered as flesh and bone were. Starring at Trine, "stand down Trine. this is my last warning." genbu demanded to his little 'student'. TEMPLATE FOR GENBU THE YONKOU

[YONKOU SUZAKU]

[style=position: relative; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/r9yNQ.png); border-radius: 100%; -webkit-border-radius: 100%; -moz-border-radius:100%; width: 100px; height: 100px; border-style: solid; border-width: 5px; border-color:#A60800;][/style]

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,padding: 5px; border-left: 5px solid #A60800; border-radius; 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; border-bottom: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;][atrb=width,340,true][atrb=border,0,true] [style=letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: times; font-size: 9px;]The red-headed Yonkou's fist was fierce, and so was his mind and body, constantly being pumped up with energy, excitement, and the constant awareness of who he was dealing with exactly. But, due to what had happened before when they met, he had known the other Yonkou couldn't help but become a little overconfident in his abilities. That's why the red-headed Yonkou was there, to shut him down, just a bit; he didn't want to utterly destroy his pride there. A huge smirk had appeared upon the face of the red-head, as his fist had rocketed toward the face of his foe, though, only to be mirrored and halted by the man's open-handed palm. He had probably thought that was simple enough to stop him, the fierce raw power that he had released within his punch would explode throughout his body. The man wasn't really known for his power and speed, so the red-head had gave him a bit of praise for stopping him, but that wasn't it. Immediately after, the hand of the red-head had latched onto the hand of the other male, gripping it tightly as he would reach for his sword, trying to unsheathe it to release a powerful slash upon the red-head. Did he think that he would ever lay his blade upon the red-head again? If so, the poor man in black would be a hundred years behind in battle experience than the red-head. His crimson hues had locked on with his own eyes, an inferno danced fiercely within his eyes; he wanted to strike this man down so badly, he wouldn't miss his chance, no matter what. Before the sword was completely unsheathed, using the same power and speed before. The had pulled the man into him, and as he did, he would kick off into the ground and take into the air. His speed and acrobatic skills would no doubt be superior than the other male's, as he had taken into the air. Holding onto the man's hand for dear life, when his sword would be unsheathed. Releasing a powerful backlash from his blade, that had struck the original position he was in, and because he was doing an action of his own at the time. He wouldn't had been able to mirror the moves of the red-head. Though, the sword had still came upward into the air, still completely able of striking him, moving from his left to upper right side due to the way he slashed. The sharp part of the sword would be countered by the boot of the red-head, within the soles of his boots, he had steel plates. And when he would step down on the blade, he would step it down upon his own right shoulder. He held it down tight, now he was basically standing on top of the man in black, and another smirk had appear, he would repeat his original punch again. Though, this time with his free hand, upon the head of the man in black, but this time, he was closer than ever. And his striking speed and power from the distance would be near instant. ("I'm not that same kid from before! Don't look down on me!") [/style]

[style=font-size: 10px; font-family: helvetica, sans-serif;]breathe by gumball @ on the edge[/style]

[----- genbu]

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[atrb=width,300][atrb=style,padding:10px;] YONKOU GENBU THE NINETY FIVE HUNDRED MILLION DOLLAR MAN Trine ascended his limits, what this kid was once before, he was no longer. With succession as quick as Genbu's attempt to stop the child. Warmack grasped strongly onto their engaged hold, paying attention to the oncoming seastone weapon. With one quick leap, the boy used the kentic energy of their attacks to boost himself up and over his swipe. His strike swung true, but to no target. The backlash shockwave ripped apart the roofing as it soared into open air. Though this would be the begining of Trine's actions, his body coming down upon the shoulders of cloaked man. The young man, came down at him even faster this time, with the same brutal strength and haste as he displayed earlier. With his open arm he swung at the Yonkou, he had only two choices. Drop the legendary weapon of his, or take the hit directly. With his power, pulled back the blade to him, Trine's fist colliding with the crude formation of his forehead and elbow. And for a moment, the world stood still, trine nor genbu moved an inch. Their sight locked, trine's tempered words pouring from his heart as time came back to them. With a thunderous smash, the yonkou consumed in utter black was gone, Trine's action following completly through as Genbu's feet began to slid back across the rooftop. The metal bottoms scratching across the tile as his body took him ten meters backwards. Solid skid marks going from their last position to the yonkou's new imprint against the solid iron door. A roaring laugh coming from the man, as his hood flipped up with his head swinging up, revealing the face of the Yonkou. His sleepless azure eyes, his thin smile, a single mark upon his lip. Blood slipping from his lip, the yonkou moving his tounge across it. It had been quite a long time since any human had been strong enough to hurt him, let alone draw blood. Trine 'Kidd' Warmack who once he took pity upon had earned the yonkou's respect. Moving his right leg first, then the left followed, stepping out of the mold his body created in the metal door. "you've grown kidd." he stated, wiping away the blood and any remanants of the attack. As if it nevet happened, keeping his apperance as the unstoppable black turtoise. "but you can kill me later, i've come too deliever you a message kidd." Genbu said, looking to the coin he had tossed only seconds ago. "it's time to end this war with the MARINES once and for all." he finished, sheathing his weapon. They could continue their brawl another day, it was time to focus on the present. TEMPLATE FOR GENBU THE YONKOU

[YONKOU SUZAKU]

[style=position: relative; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/r9yNQ.png); border-radius: 100%; -webkit-border-radius: 100%; -moz-border-radius:100%; width: 100px; height: 100px; border-style: solid; border-width: 5px; border-color:#A60800;][/style]

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,padding: 5px; border-left: 5px solid #A60800; border-radius; 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; border-bottom: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;][atrb=width,340,true][atrb=border,0,true] [style=letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: times; font-size: 9px;]The punch was successful? Even though he didn't have any doubt within his mind, something had told him that he had better be careful. Because at the same time he would have hit the man, he could have suffered a surprise blow, and a deathly one at that. He had waited so long for the moment when he could strike the man that had struck him down so long ago, with his famed blade. After he was hit, the young red-head had fell down onto the ground, on one knee, looking up into the direction of the other male as he had skid away. The scarlet hues of the red-headed male had stared him down, still carrying his fiery passion within his eyes, he didn't known if he would want to continue the bout or not. Once his body had smashed into the iron door, he had released a roaring laugh; the young male had slowly risen to his feet. Staring him down still and wondering what was going on, but, he didn't take his focus away from the area surrounding him, for that would be a mistake when facing an enemy. He watched him bring his head up, and wiped away the blood from his face, stepping out of the crease he had made in the iron door. When he told him he had grown, the red-head's lips had curled up into a smirk, now feeling like he is acknowledged, and not thought to be some little annoying brat. He had ascended to Yonkou status, and he wanted to be respected by them all, just like how he had respected them. As he had listened to him continued to speak, he had noticed the common use of the word "kidd," but he chose not to pay too much attention to it. He had known that the other man still had to look down on him in some way, and it was fine. He probably was the youngest and newest Yonkou, after all. As he had continued to listen, the man had told him about ending the war with the marines, but what did that mean, exactly? Did it mean that they will try to perform a peace treaty, or kill them all? Well, he had relaxed a bit as the man had sheathed his sword, showing signs of no longer wanting to battle, and with the red-heads revenge satisfied. He could feel that he was a peace now, finally released all of that anger and hate. Even if he didn't kill the guy, there may be a chance that he would get to in the future, after all. But for now, it would be cool for him to just hang out and relax, it was natural for all pirate crews to be enemies with one another, but it didn't mean they couldn't be friends at some point. Especially when beef is squashed like today. ("Hah! Damn right, you better acknowledge me, Genbu. I'm not the same as I was a few years ago. I could probably say the same for some others as well. But, what do you mean by, ending the war with the MARINES? How are you planning on doing that..? It doesn't seem like they'll just sit down with you for a cup of tea and chitchat about ending the large years of fighting.") [/style]

[style=font-size: 10px; font-family: helvetica, sans-serif;]breathe by gumball @ on the edge[/style]

[----- genbu]

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[atrb=width,300][atrb=style,padding:10px;] YONKOU GENBU THE NINETY FIVE HUNDRED MILLION DOLLAR MAN Trine halted his further actions, watching the Yonkou step out of the door. No longer was his emotions controlling him, if the kid would have fought the fight like that, his actions would have ceased, with Genbu the victor. Though it was time that the two talked about the matter at hand, the yonkou was delivering a personal message to each of the other four emperors. With arrogance the boy spoke to him, but his words were true. Genbu wouldn't look down upon him as a simple pirate, he had grown into a man. Though his question was like that of the others, how did he imagine that he could stop the MARINES from their hold on the world and royaltly. The yonkou smiled to his young new found ally, "you'll find out, a week from now at these cordinates." he stated as removed a log pose from his cloak. A typical log pose would help navigate the sea by pointing north, however this log pose pointed in a single direction. The log pose was dead set on a single path, no matter the direction the captain turned it. Tossing it over to the hands of young Warmack, they were already in the Grand Line, but Trine would have to sail with his crew to the New World to reach the location of the meeting. A feat only a handful of marines and pirates have been able to do since the building of Marineford and weather. This war ebbed from the starting rumor of One Piece, the yonkou had once dreamed of acquiring the treasure that the first king and admiral had left behind, but that thought has only become a lingering dream in the back of his mind. It was time for anarchy from the World Goverment, the Nobles that believe themselves to be important figures, who wont even live on this soil and breathe this air don't deserve to be on this world. "alone, a single yonkou can start a war, call down the wraith of the entire MARINE fleet on him, and create pure chaos." he said, the man was the largest threat of the current yonkou. "to imagine four united under one jolly rogger." TEMPLATE FOR GENBU THE YONKOU

[YONKOU SUZAKU]

[style=position: relative; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/r9yNQ.png); border-radius: 100%; -webkit-border-radius: 100%; -moz-border-radius:100%; width: 100px; height: 100px; border-style: solid; border-width: 5px; border-color:#A60800;][/style]

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,padding: 5px; border-left: 5px solid #A60800; border-radius; 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; border-bottom: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;][atrb=width,340,true][atrb=border,0,true] [style=letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: times; font-size: 9px;]He had seen the creepy, twisted smile of the other Yonkou, as his eyes had shone upon the young red-head. He had wondered what was going on inside the head of the Yonkou, though he had respected him as a pirate, there were something’s about him that seemed weird. Or at least to him, but he had no interest in exploring the crazy and probably tripped out reality that would exist within the head of the man. He listened carefully to his words, making sure that he had clearly heard everything he was spewing from his lips. From what he was telling the red-head, Genbu was trying to plan a meeting between the Yonkou, having them get together to probably take out the Marines for once and for all. And, as he had spoken, he had tossed a log pose over to the red-head, catching it within a single hand. As he had examined it with his scarlet hues, he had noticed something strange about it almost instantly, due to his keen eyes and many years of using such a device. The log pose was dead accurate in the direction it had wanted him to go, and no doubt it would be to the meeting place Genbu had planned for them to meet up at and plan out their attack against the Marines. He could only smile after he was done, smirking as his eyes would meet back up with Genbu, though his glance at the log pose were no more than a mere second. It had seemed like something that he would have eventually done on his own one day, or something that he dreamed of doing. He had hated the Marines like no other. Viewing them as people who steal dreams, and freedom from everyone who doesn’t follow their laws. So, he had no problem with agreeing with it, since it was for the cause of eliminating the Marines. Though, he couldn't take things just like that, Genbu must've had some ulterior motives for suddenly wanting to do something like this. That is such a large battle, but will apparently be planned in a week from now. The excitement of taking out the Marines, and damaging the World Government were only two of the things that had kept him away from asking more questions. Figuring that he will get an answer for his questions, even if it isn't in the way he would like, or the situation he would prefer for this kind of thing. Slipping the log pose into a pocket upon his pants, he began to speak. ("Ah, I see. So, you have already arranged this with the other Yonkou, then? And, what will you do if these events take a terrible turn for the worst? Would you be okay with risking lives?") [/style]

[style=font-size: 10px; font-family: helvetica, sans-serif;]breathe by gumball @ on the edge[/style]

[----- genbu]

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[atrb=width,300][atrb=style,padding:10px;] YONKOU GENBU THE NINETY FIVE HUNDRED MILLION DOLLAR MAN Trine accepted the log pose, paying the attention the item needed before discarding it into his inventory. The child would have his navigator bring him to his island in the New World. If this kid could land a punch on this man, then Warmack could make it to the meeting he had planned. The yonkou watching him take in the information, the youngest yonkou had a series of question to ask him, the first was the other yonkou knowing of this meeting. Genbu acknowledged the question with a simple nod, "byakko and storm riders have been informed." genbu stated, looking directly at the kid. "it's hard not to clash into the raging storm out in the new world." he laughed, a joke at the exspense of the non-attending yonkou. "and I have yet to find Seiryuu." the final of the four emperors had kept a low profile, though the news of their meeting was likely to each their ears. Though Trine's second question directed his attention back to the situation at hand. "we fight." he told him, closing his eyes, his arms now crossed. "this peace wont last much longer, with pirates becoming more bold and the MARINES building their army, it's only a single innocent being shot to drag us down into hell." he told warmack, the kid was still new to the ways of the world. The kid was a yonkou, though he had yet see the calamities of the world. "it's either us, or them." his final words on the subject, genbu was ashamed that the fate of their lifestyle was on Trine's shoulders, a young man should enjoy his life, not think of this tactical shit. With the last key question directed towards him, a hard question to answer it was. "checkmate requires sacrafice." he refered to the board game known as chess. Warmack must have understood that they would loose a pawn and valuable pieces before declaring victory. "we must protect the king at all costs." he finished, opening his eyes. His azure eyes set on the sky. "for even if I am but a pawn, I will happily die to give this world freedom." he told Warmack. TEMPLATE FOR GENBU THE YONKOU

[YONKOU SUZAKU]

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