Capítulo 2: The Boy With Cold Hands
Working at the farm wasn't too bad after three months of getting used to it. The crops, that he learned were coffee, were quite easy to manage. In the mornings he would set out to collect the coffee beans alongside Nessa and then they would be left to dry in the sun for a day. Once done they were ready to be ground into powder which would be sold at a town 3km away from the farm. Trok, a local merchant, came once a week to collect the powder and sell it.
Nessa wasn't too bad to live with once you got used to her grumpy attitude. During the night she would make dinner and Yago would help wherever he could but Nessa hated when someone else used her kitchen thus, Yago was left to help with setting the table and cleaning the dishes. At night, Yago would spend his time reading the maps and reading books in his room before sleeping. It was a simple life and yet, for the first time in a long while, Yago felt truly happy. But he forgot one small detail.
The Figure had promised one thing, that he would find purpose in this world and that did not necessarily mean being happy.
The routine had kept going for three months until one day something changed. The sky had turned dark with grey clouds obsucruing the sun. A warning of what was to come.
Yago and Nessa sat in comfortable silence eating their breakfast. "Trok will be coming later today so be sure to have all the Coffee bagged up by then," Nessa said after finishing her food. "Will do." came the reply. Then from outside the sound of horses grunting sounded. Someone had arrived and it was still too early to be Trok.
Then a knock sounded on the door and it made Nessa's eye twitch in annoyance, she knew who it was. "Be quiet boy and let me do the talking" She said before standing up and opening the door.
There stood a tall man clad in black armor covering his whole body leaving only his head unguarded. He had brown hair and an ugly face with an even worst-looking smile plastered on it. On his left shoulder, the Black Gauntlet's symbol had been drawn over the armor plates.
"Keeper it has been a while aye?" He said lazily. Behind him two more soldiers were standing, their faces masked by helmets. "Yes it has been a while, Jorm" Nessa replied coldly, her eyes overflowing with hate and disgust.
"Don't give me that look, we are very old acquaintances after all. No need for such hate." He said, his smile widening even more as he spoke revealing yellow teeth. "I just came to do my routine checks. See if you are still alive, it would be quite the hassle to find another Keeper after all, but it has to be done once you kick the bucket."
His eyes then narrowed as glee spread into them "Too bad your son died, he would have been able to fulfill the job. I suppose any peasant will suffice now." He spoke. Nessa clenched her fist and bit her lip in rage, and as she was about to speak, Jorm cut her off. "And who is this behind you?" he asked eyeing Yago with a raised eyebrow.
Yago felt nervous under the man's gaze. He had heard from Trok and Nessa about the Black Gauntlet's attitude. They would beat and kill anyone they deemed to be a 'criminal' thus granting them power and fear over the population. Since they were the King's soldiers killing one would be a bad idea and the punishment for it was worse than death.
"Just a kid I picked up." She replied glaring daggers at the man. He hummed before snapping his fingers "Oh I know! He can take your position once you kick the bucket. Ummm yes, I'm sure he will do just fine." Jorm spoke. Yago was confused, to say the least. What was a keeper? Jorm seemed to pick up on his confusion as he faked a surprised look.
"Oh, Nessa have you not told the boy what your job is? It is very important," he asked in a curious tone. The elderly woman was about to reply when she was once again cut off by the man "You know boy this country has 3 great treasures apart from that fake sword."
"I'm sure you know what Devil Fruits are. Our kingdom possesses three of them but they are picky fuckers you know. When one of the users dies the devil fruits incarnate in a random fruit in the world, usually the one that is closest to its user when they die." He paused before raising one finger.
"But our treasures are different, they only like to incarnate in Maracuja fruits, and guess who is the one tasked with watching over the only Maracuja tree in the kingdom?" From the window, the single tree planted in the backyard swayed in the slight breeze of the wind.
"The three generals of the king's army have the fruits and I happen to be one of them GuaHaHaHa." He laughed in a weird manner making Yago frown annoyed, though now he knew why Trok spoke to Nessa with respect.
"I ate the Truth-Truth fruit. It allows me to force the truth out of people, pretty amazing huh?" He said, his tone making It clear he was seeking praise. He received none.
The man huffed before turning around "I shall inform the King that a suitable replacement has been found for you, old hag." He started to walk away before stopping as his sickening smile came back " I still remember the day that I took your son's life. You know, he was weak the only strong part of him was his fruit powers that I now possess." He said.
This time Yago had to hold Nessa back as the man laughed and rode his horse away.
That night, as Yago lay in bed, he had a dream. A lone man stood tall in a vast field. The wind blew as the sky roared with thunder. The grass around him was stained red with the blood of hundreds of soldiers who lay dead.
The sea of corpses reached as far as one could see, and each person had their mark of death. Some had huge gashes across their bodies, while others seemed to be missing limbs bathing the scenery with blood and guts.
The man wore a black leathered coat that reached his knees. A hood, belonging to the coat, covered his head and obscured his face leaving only two blue, glowing eyes to be seen that scanned the massacre around him. In his right hand, he held the legendary sword Luar which glowed a fierce blue, and its blade was stained red with blood.
"So you have dispatched the forces we sent after you. What a troublesome individual." A voice spoke from above. Four figures floated in the air as small ripples formed beath their feet. Some form of high-level Geppo was Yago's best guess.
"The Lords will not be pleased they have sent us to ensure your death." Another spoke. All four of them wore white, and capes floated lazily on their backs, being held by their shoulders. On the capes, a symbol, similar to that of the World Government, was drawn."You may be strong, but you will not survive us." The tallest one spoke, crossing his arms.
Then the man spoke for the first time "Tis true I will not live this encounter, but it does not matter. The foundation has been set and, in the future, someone shall pick up the blade and unite with the sun. Freedom shall come then." His voice commanded respect and vibrated with power.
His declaration seemed to enrage the four men as they unleashed a powerful wave of force without moving a muscle. Conquerers haki, and the four of them possessed it, causing the corpses around to be blown away.
But the wielder of Luar did not flinch and instead unleashed his own wave of haki. As both forces collided the sky caved in on itself, and the clouds swirled in a deadly vortex of lightning and wind. Then he placed his left hand on Luar's hilt and the ground shattered and the sky fell.
Yago woke up gasping for air feeling his heart beat with force. Calming himself he stood up and noticed the sun had yet to rise. Carefully, so he wouldn't wake up Nessa, he made his way to the bathroom. Once inside he turned on the water and washed his face, with a towel, he dried himself. His eyes then met his reflection in the mirror and he frowned in confusion. His left eye had turned blue and glowed slightly. He scratched his eye, making it lose the glow, but the blue coloring remained.
It looked just like the eyes of Luar's wilder in his dream. His heart drummed in his chest as nervousness surfaced in his heart. Outside whispers began to echo through the forest.
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