Roshi landed on King Wapol's ship, arms folded across his chest, the sunlight reflecting off of his small-sized, circular-shaped reading glasses. At first, King Wapol shouted at Roshi, demanding that he identified himself, and that he explained why he got on the ship. But then, all of a sudden, he started playing nice, calling himself the noble King Wapol, and behaving as if Roshi was supposed to be on his side. Roshi sighed and ruffled his hair. He didn't like this situation.
Noble you say... while ignoring what I just said.
I am a medic myself. What you did in Drum Kingdom was quite horrendous.
King Wapol wouldn't know it, for he didn't know Roshi, but Roshi was not behaving like his usual self. Usually, he was cheerful, laid-back, and full of laughter. However, he really didn't like King Wapol. What he had done to the medics in the Drum Kingdom, struck a nerve with Roshi. The man that was able to forgive almost anyone, for some reason, just couldn't forgive the actions of this evil King.
It's times like these I'm glad I'm not an Admiral.
The freedom to act, I like that.
Oi you, Scum King. You are one of the few people that this world would undoubtedly be better without.
Roshi said as he started to walk toward King Wapol and his men. A strong wind started to billow, causing Roshi's loose kimono-esque clothing to flutter, as did his hair.