Island Black Drum Kingdom

[Fly God]

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driving his attack into Yamamoto, plunging the tip of his blade into the lower-left section of his torso.

Cursing myself for the momentary lapse in battle I felt the sword sink into my lower abdomen. Piercing skin and muscle alike, easily making its way into my body. I could feel the red life sustaining liquid beginning it’s descent down the gleaming edge of the guards sword. It ran slow yet purposeful rivets down its length before leaving small droplets falling to the cobblestone clad earth below

Biting back a bark of pain, I grit my teeth and glared down at the man who had jus stabbed…attempted to kill me was more fitting. But I could understand it, for whatever sick reason he had. He had tied his life or his families lives to this short, fat, madman. That or maybe I had killed someone he knew, which could’ve been possible seeing as there were so many bodies where we were as well as the ones that were left behind

And while I understood where he might be coming from. I wasn’t gonna jus let him try and kill me and get away with it….

My left hand snapped forward and wrapped around my assailants throat. Constricting and squeezing the air from his body I offer him off his feet and stared him in the eyes

The red-faced soldier hissed into Yama's face, mere inches from his own. "BEGONE, YOU WRETCH!"

Like I said. You’re fuckin attacking tha wrong person! Your “King” jus ate one of you guys and your first thought is to attack me!? Look around you, look at tha rest of your friends. Ask em what they jus saw…..

My message done being relayed. I threw him at the the crowd of stunned guardsmen that filled the kings courtyard. The moment I threw him i felt his sword get pulled out of my lower torso, the blood flowing at a rapid rate at this point. I quickly took off my shirt and tied it around my abdomen in an attempt to slow the bleeding down. I didn’t want to give Wapol anymore advantages. A faint noise caught my attention, bringing my gaze back onto the fat wannabe king….

Wapol did something unexpected: he began chewing something in what was thought to be an empty mouth.

What you eating now fat boy? Caught another of YOUR men to snack on? You’re a sorry excuse for a king, don’t worry tho you won’t make it through tha night. I’ll take that crown from you…..

Leaping backwards I landed next to the golden fountain that stood at the courtyards center and dipped my right hand into the flowing water that came from the opulent fountain. Once I took my hand out I had droplets of water rolling off my skin, flexing my fingers and forearm I slung my arm forward. Shooting the droplets of water out like bullets at Wapol

Spoiler: Attack

Uchimizu (literally meaning "Water Shot"): The user hurls a simple droplet of water at his opponent, which can become a deadly bullet with the kinetic force created by their immense fishman strength.

Requirements: 41 Mastery, 41 Strength

Destructive Potency Rank: B

@Gochi

 

[Einsauer]

Through grit teeth, the soldier attempted to curse before the fishman's hand quickly found purchase on his neck.

My left hand snapped forward and wrapped around my assailants throat. Constricting and squeezing the air from his body I offer him off his feet and stared him in the eyes

The man's eyes went wide but didn't lose their hatred. He gagged for air and held tight to his sword all the while, the man's reddish complexion began shifting to a shade of purple as an involuntary tear forced it's way out of the man's right eye.

I threw him at the the crowd of stunned guardsmen that filled the kings courtyard. The moment I threw him i felt his sword get pulled out of my lower torso, the blood flowing at a rapid rate at this point.

The man hit the ground with a heavy thud and began to rise once more before his allies began holding him and attempting to explain the situation to the overwhelmed warrior. He attempted to push off at first but saw that the man that was once behind him in his charge was indeed gone. The soldier scowled in confusion as he rubbed the side of his neck.

What you eating now fat boy? Caught another of YOUR men to snack on? You’re a sorry excuse for a king, don’t worry tho you won’t make it through tha night. I’ll take that crown from you…..

The king's head snapped over to Yama, now perched atop a golden likeness of himself. "HMPH?!" He exclaimed angrily through his injured larynx. The king, finally ready to reveal his technique was taken off guard by the sudden speed at which the following attack shot out at him:

Once I took my hand out I had droplets of water rolling off my skin, flexing my fingers and forearm I slung my arm forward. Shooting the droplets of water out like bullets at Wapol

Wapol began regurgitating something as the water bullets found purchase in the exact same spot on his own body that Yama had been stabbed. The side of his lower abdomen was ripped apart by the fierce torrent of projectiles. The king attempted to cry out but only a wheeze escaped as his body toppled over itself.
The king, now on his stomach groaned in agony before burping up a humanoid from between his lips. In a slippery slime, a man emerged and stood between Yamamoto and the gravely injured king; though he didn't look like the man that had entered...

This man was coated in bladed armor of some kind, he looked far more dangerous than the small-armed rookie soldier the king had eaten.

Spoiler: Technique Used

Baku Baku Factory (バクバク工場 (ファクトリー) Baku Baku Fakutorī?, literally meaning "Chomp Chomp Factory"): A technique in which the user combines two or more different things he has swallowed to create something else. (requires 51 mastery)

Baku Baku-Enhanced Soldier (Soldier + Metal + Blade)
Level 20
Strength- 36 (+4)
Speed- 18 (+4)
Reaction- 22
Movement- 22
Vitality- 26 (+4)(+6)
Durability- 40
Stamina- 32

Martial Arts- 20
Bladed Body- 40

"You are outnumbered, you WILL stand down!" Said the newly emerged soldier, saliva still dripping from his blades. "You WILL face justice!"
The crowd of soldiers stood, baffled. Had the king merely improved their comrade?

The sounds of rifles cocking began to fill the plaza as the soldiers seemed to rediscover some faith in their corrupt king, at least in this moment. The fishman in the bloodied robes stood amongst a swarm of angry humans. The kanji for murder on his kimono being punctuated by the newly expanded red stains splattered all across it.

The wound in Yama's abdomen had leaked crimson into the shirt that he had used as an impromptu bandage. Yama's deadly aura was palpable to the inspired yet terrified soldiers.

The bladed warrior ran his arm-blades against one another. "Kneel!" He ordered. "Face justice!"

All the while... Wapol clung to his torso injury and hissed through closed teeth. Where were his doctors? Where was Kinderella?!
The king looked around, but the only familiar face he could find near the castle entrance was Hakowan, who seemed blissfully unaware of everything happening.

@Fly God

 

[Fly God]

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You are outnumbered, you WILL stand down!" Said the newly emerged soldier, saliva still dripping from his blades. "You WILL face justice!"

The loss of blood was starting to get to me, I could feel my shirt soaking up the blood from my wound. It’s previously milky white kimono I wore was darkening from being saturated in blood. Luckily I wasn’t starting to feel cold yet, that would’ve been really bad. But from how much blood I could feel seeping into my shirt…it wasn’t far off. So lost in thought I was that I barely caught any of what the armored soldier that Wapol had spat out had said. I was more focused on calming my labored breathing. The more erratic my breathing was the worse my wound would get

Ok, I gotta breathe. Don’t panic, I’ve been hurt badly before this isn’t anything I can’t handle.
In and out I heaved, forcing my body to calm its natural response. Slowly but surely my heartbeat began to slow down from its frantic thumping. The gradual descent did well to clear my head in the moment. Once I felt that i was calmer in my breathing, I acknowledged what the armored man said to me


You make no difference in whether or not tha fat man dies. Only how much longer he lives. All he had to do was give me all his valuable shit and I’d be on my way, instead she had to go pissin me off with ugly ass face and his fat ass self and hea we are. Not to mention he bites people, I feel like I’m actually doing a public service at this point

I barked back at the puked up soldier, a familiar sound filled the courtyard we fought in shortly after my rebuttal

The sounds of rifles cocking began to fill the plaza

Man what tha hell, we are not doing this again. You all jus watched him EAT your comrade, in what way are you all loyal to em!? He’s not even loyal to you all. I highly doubt any of you have seen em be nice to any of you, hell has he ever acknowledged your service? Don’t be stupid hea, you’ve seen tha kind of fat monster this guy is. Lower your guns and I won’t harm any of you. But you keep this up and I’m butchering all of you…last warning

The words angrily left my now bloody lips. It made for a grizzly sight. The blood beginning to leak from my lips combined with my disheveled appearance and other injuries over the course of the night had painted an image of a long intense battle. A battle tha wasn’t done, not until Wapol lost his life. Speaking of the “King” I looked over at his crumbled form. The pathetic man was frantically looking around. Probably hoping for someone to help him

You can stop looking you bastard. No one’s coming to help you. You’ll die hea, alone like you deserve. Both of my fists began to be covered in the glossy black substance like before, they kept this up until they both gleamed and reflected the lighting. The moment they were both fully covered. I pushed off from atop the fountain and shot in Wapols direction. Armament Haki clad fist held infront of me on a collision course for Wapol and his new soldier

@Gochi

 

[Einsauer]

Man what tha hell, we are not doing this again. You all jus watched him EAT your comrade, in what way are you all loyal to em!? He’s not even loyal to you all. I highly doubt any of you have seen em be nice to any of you, hell has he ever acknowledged your service? Don’t be stupid hea, you’ve seen tha kind of fat monster this guy is. Lower your guns and I won’t harm any of you. But you keep this up and I’m butchering all of you…last warning

The soldiers looked amongst themselves, they knew they were outmatched but there was a level of comradery and ferocity amongst these soldiers that seemed to ignite when Yamamoto was stabbed. The rifles did not lower, the soldiers took steady aim on the fishman and prepared for an order. It was truly as if they were engaged in a fully fledged war against a single fishman...

You can stop looking you bastard. No one’s coming to help you. You’ll die hea, alone like you deserve.

The king's head nervously followed the source of the voice. He had seen the fishman's terrible power, he looked back down to his freshly shredded stomach-hip area; involuntarily wincing as he refocused on it. Wapol could hardly move, he had to rely on his soldiers now...

Wapol hacked out a horrible noise with an accompanying splatter of blood. He hacked again and again, clearing his throat.

"FIRE!" The king finally bellowed to his soldiers.

Both of my fists began to be covered in the glossy black substance like before, they kept this up until they both gleamed and reflected the lighting. The moment they were both fully covered. I pushed off from atop the fountain and shot in Wapols direction. Armament Haki clad fist held infront of me on a collision course for Wapol and his new soldier

No sooner than the order was given, Yamamoto's feet had left their purchase. The fishman shot himself forward at Wapol and the armor-clad warrior with a powerful display of haki coating his webbed fists. Every bullet had seemed to miss Yama, not a single one managing to hit the moving target (that to the soldiers in the courtyard would seem to be merely a blur).

The armored soldier had only just enough reaction to perceive the sudden encroachment but lacked the ability to counter in any meaningful way. Instead he merely stood his ground in front of the king, Wapol...

And sure enough Yama came in like a torpedo with both arms extended.

The newly introduced "super-soldier" was anti-climactically dented in like an empty soup can. The soldiers glowing pupils widened beneath his metal helm as the fists caved his chest inward. Without a word the body of the Baku-Baku enhanced man folded over and bent permanently into a shape that seemed utterly impossible before being sent backwards, over the king lying on the ground.

Wapol's eyes met with the dulling red eyes of the already dead super soldier as the carcass flew over his head. The king's eyes began to tear up uncontrollably, his shuddering head turned to meet Yama's gaze: the fishman stood directly above him...

"WAIT, WAIT!" He pleaded with the fishman. "I HAVE THE AUTHORITY TO MAKE YOU A VICEROY!" He begged, now on his knees with hands together in a tight ball.

In the distance the corpse finally slammed into a cobblestone wall and seemed to turn into no more than a bloody metal disc with legs.

"YOU CAN EVEN BE CO-KING!!" He said with an uneasy and desperate smile, tears pouring from his face faster than blood from his abdomen. "THAT MEANS 50% OF EVERYTHING IN THE TREASURY!!"

@Fly God

 

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Standing at my full height I towered over Wapol. His hunched form doing no favors in closing the discrepancy in our statures. I could see the fear radiating from his body. The shaking of his body in conjunction with his frantically searching eyes, eyes that searched for any hope of salvation he could acquire in this moment

WAIT, WAIT!" He pleaded with the fishman. "I HAVE THE AUTHORITY TO MAKE YOU A VICEROY!" He begged, now on his knees with hands together in a tight ball.

A Viceroy huh? That sounds important…not important enough tho. As bad as I may be, tha shit you do is sickening. You have no care or concern for anyone but yourself, you treat tha people who die for you as if they’re worth no more than tha dirt on tha bottom of your fat feet. So why would I want to work under someone like you? You and I both know that wouldn’t work. After all you’d always know in tha back of your mind that your life is always at risk and that I could snuff out your existence whenever I felt like it and that doesn’t make for a good partnership, don’t ya think?

I dialogued at him the entire time I peered into his eyes unflinchingly, his terrified visage was met by my nonchalant gaze….ya’now people like you disgust me. When everything was going your way and you thought you were tha biggest bully on tha block you were o’ so happy. You didn’t care what happened to anyone and was loving the feel of being tha guy. But look…look at you now. Bloody and beaten. Crying and pleading for your life like tha coward you are. And I really hate cowards

YOU CAN EVEN BE CO-KING!!" He said with an uneasy and desperate smile, tears pouring from his face faster than blood from his abdomen. "THAT MEANS 50% OF EVERYTHING IN THE TREASURY!!"

Ohhh now that’s an offer! Co-King huh? That sounds nice and 50% off what’s in tha treasury? Oh you might actually know how to negotiate is what it sounds like. You forgot something tho, being tha only king sounds much better to me

Rearing my right arm backwards, I coated it in Armament Haki. The black armor once more coating my fist before I shot my hand upwards in a clenched fist. My punch coming from below. Aimed at his throat, striking the same place that I had damaged with my earlier strike

Spoiler: Attack

Gosenmaigawara Seiken (literally meaning "Five Thousand Tile True Punch"): A much-stronger version of the Senmaigawara Seiken. It is a very powerful punch, able to knock out a Jailer Beast in one strike. It is used like an uppercut, rather than a straight punch, sending the opponent flying skywards.

Requirements: 61 Mastery, 61 Strength

Destructive Potency Rank: A

@Gochi

 

[Einsauer]

You forgot something tho, being tha only king sounds much better to me

The king's face sank with Yama's response, quickly his desperate smile was replaced with an accepting frown.
"...The world government..." He sniveled. "Will have your head for this!"

"I'M OFFICALLY RECOGNIZED AS--" And with that...

Rearing my right arm backwards, I coated it in Armament Haki. The black armor once more coating my fist before I shot my hand upwards in a clenched fist. My punch coming from below. Aimed at his throat, striking the same place that I had damaged with my earlier strike

...Wapol's voice went quiet...

The king in his last throes looked, not at his assailant, not as his loyalish army, but instead at his castle. His head lurched forward with some of the very last of his energy to look at his stoic castle. He looked into the interior as the the life began to drain from his eyes.

Musshuru was gone...Kinderella was gone...even Hakowan was gone now...
There wasn't a soul in sight...The castle was empty...


Wapol growled and grimaced with his last breaths, subtly cursing Yamamoto's name in all ways but verbally. As the last bits of lifeblood drained from the evil king's face he finally looked back at Yama.

Wapol's eyes hardened as he focused on the fishman, if he had the energy he would've spat, but Wapol's strength was gone.

...

The soldiers watched in a mixture of disbelief and suspense. The soldiers knew not what would come next, most of them dropped their guns and swords; some stood with their weapons only loosely held in their slouched hands.

Finally, the red-faced soldier stood ahead of his comrades. "Well then!?" He shouted at the fishman. "What now!?" He was the only man left amongst the swarm that had his sword firmly in his hand. The intruder had slaughtered dozens of their comrades and dispatched their king, if they were to kill Yama it would likely end at the cost of every single guard's life.

Black Drum was quiet now: the courtyards, the factories, the houses, and the castle...
It all waited on Yama...

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"...The world government..." He sniveled. "Will have your head for this!"

"I'M OFFICALLY RECOGNIZED AS--"

Nobody cares….even in your last moments all you do is babble on bout yerself, I’ve heard enough and I’m sure everyone else has. Tha world Government isn’t going to do anything bout it either, they won’t bother with some random island in tha South Blue. You over estimate your importance fat boi. Being tha big fish in a lil pond got to your head and where did it get you?

Seeing his form go silent, I cut my response to him short. Their was no point in rambling at a corpse. He was gone as soon as my last attack landed, I felt his throat collapse under the pressure of my knuckles a few of the bones in his neck was also felt giving way. Seeing that he finally had left the land of the living I began to stand back up. My body feeling the strain of the constant battle all night. A night that I thought would be easy enough turned into an almost all out war. For a few seconds I tentatively looked around Wasn’t there a woman round hea before? That dog thing too, where tha hell did they skunk off to, tch either way she left so she was prolly jus some random hanger on. Either way it’s prolly for tha best, I’m exhausted from this shit


Turning my body to the soldiers who filled the courtyard still. I watched as they seemed to have the stress leave their bodies. Most laying down their arms, others left them hanging

The soldiers knew not what would come next, most of them dropped their guns and swords; some stood with their weapons only loosely held in their slouched hands.

Well then!?" He shouted at the fishman. "What now!?"

Looking the frazzled man square into his eyes I pondered on his question. What was next? I didn’t have much of a great intricate plan when I arrived onto Black Drum Island. I had jus happened to land hea and planned on stealing a few things, not waging a war in a night and killing their king….an idea slowly started to form in my head

What happens now is simple, your old King is dead I killed em. I did you all tha greatest favor anyone could. I got rid of your tyrant and let you all live and breathe again. And for that you’re all welcome. But I don’t work for cheap, so this is how it’ll go. Every week your Kingdom will pay me 60,000,000 beri. As well as Black Drum being a territory of me. And in return I won’t massacre everyone hea. Not only that but by tha power vested in me by killing tha old king. I’ll allow you all to govern yourselves as you see fit. It’s an offer you legitimately can’t refuse….under threat of physical harm….

Turning to walk into the castle, I walked pass a defeated Musshuru. Jus catapulted body having knocked over some fruits that were apparently placed on an ornate(and clearly) expensive table. One in particular stood out to myself. It was a plum shaped fruit with purple swirls on it and a green stem adorning the top of it. It also appeared to have zig zag markings on it going down the middle. Almost like a set of jaws.

What tha hell kinda fruit is this? Oh well maybe it’s some thing special to Black Drum, guess I’ll grab it to snack on at some point…..with that I walked out of the castle and headed back to where my boat was docked at

@Gochi

 

[Einsauer]

What happens now is simple, your old King is dead I killed em. I did you all tha greatest favor anyone could. I got rid of your tyrant and let you all live and breathe again. And for that you’re all welcome. But I don’t work for cheap, so this is how it’ll go. Every week your Kingdom will pay me 60,000,000 beri. As well as Black Drum being a territory of me. And in return I won’t massacre everyone hea. Not only that but by tha power vested in me by killing tha old king. I’ll allow you all to govern yourselves as you see fit. It’s an offer you legitimately can’t refuse….under threat of physical harm….

To argue was futile, the men left standing the courtyard had little-to-no fight left in their hearts. The soldiers heeded Yama's words and kneeled before him, the frustrated spokesman merely hung his head in acceptance and with that the man dropped his sword to the ground. Yamamoto had dispatched the king's reign and ushered in his own; the day was won for the fishman.

Wasn’t there a woman round hea before? That dog thing too, where tha hell did they skunk off to, tch either way she left so she was prolly jus some random hanger on. Either way it’s prolly for tha best, I’m exhausted from this shit

Turning to walk into the castle, I walked pass a defeated Musshuru. Jus catapulted body having knocked over some fruits that were apparently placed on an ornate(and clearly) expensive table.

Yama turned away from his newfound underlings and face what was now his castle, odd and stout yet massive and gothic. Yamoto disappeared from the courtyard and entered into the castle, following Musshuru bloodied path of entry...However, in the crater where one would assume Musshuru had landed, there was no Lord Musshuru...

During the chaos in the courtyard, Musshuru had recovered and moved or possibly was carried off.
Little to Yama's knowledge Kinderella, trained in medicine, had patched the lord up whilst her husband's neck was being shattered. The gold-digging queen had fled into the night with her ex-husband's brother, her dog, and a handful of soldiers to work a ship.

...

Before Yamamoto's arrival, it had been the same abysmal dark night as every other night, but after it would be marked in the island's history forever. The deadly fishman had reigned in a new era for Black Drum alongside his murder spree.
The souls that were present in the courtyards those nights, the men who were there for the massacres would tell their tales; and ensure that Yama's payment would always be delivered in full--the Black Drum Kingdom was now Yamamoto's territory...

And with that he took his leave, taking with him the devil fruit known as the Baku Baku no Mi...

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