Sandai Kitetsu
As the crew reached Loguetown and began docking the ship, Toshiro stood at the edge of the deck, his hands casually tucked into his pockets.
The bustling port town stretched out before him, filled with the sounds of merchants hawking their wares and sailors shouting orders. Toshiro's eyes scanned the surroundings with a mixture of detachment and mild interest.
"Keep an eye on the ship," he said to Kuro and Sanji, his tone commanding yet indifferent.
......….
Meanwhile, in Captain Smoker's office, a marine soldier burst in, panting and drenched in sweat. "Captain Smoker! We spotted Toshiro Arai, the captain of the Equation Makers pirates!" he reported, his voice trembling with fear.
Smoke began to billow from Smoker's mouth, and veins appeared all over his face. "Good job," Smoker growled, reaching for his weapon and grabbing a wanted poster with Toshiro's face on it, the bounty set at 39 million berries. "I will annihilate these scum pirates."
Before Toshiro and his crew had reached Cocoyasi Village, Toshiro had already crafted a Jolly Roger flag and chosen a name for his pirate crew—the Equation Makers. He hadn't been particularly invested in the name, finding it somewhat arbitrary, but it had stuck nonetheless. His indifference to the name reflected his broader disinterest in such trivial matters.
As for The Jolly Roger of the Equation Makers pirates features a stark white skull with piercing, calculating eyes set against a black background. One eye socket contains the fraction "1/2," while the other displays an asterisk (*), symbolizing multiplication.
The skull itself has a slightly weathered, realistic texture, with a subtle hint of menace in its expression. Below the skull, the traditional crossbones are replaced with a forward slash (/) and a backslash (\), crossing each other to form an "X."
As Toshiro walked the streets of Loguetown, he casually sampled various street foods, seemingly at ease. The bustling market buzzed with activity around him, vendors shouting about their wares and townsfolk chatting animatedly. Suddenly, someone bumped into him with considerable force. Toshiro, who could have easily avoided the collision, chose not to, believing others should steer clear of him instead.
The person who collided with him was Tashigi, a Marine officer. She stumbled backward from the impact, feeling as if she had run into a solid wall. Her glasses flew off her face and clattered to the ground. Dazed and momentarily disoriented, Tashigi tried to regain her balance.
Toshiro looked down at her with an emotionless gaze, his face impassive. "Watch where you're going," he said flatly, his voice devoid of any warmth or annoyance.
Tashigi quickly scrambled to retrieve her glasses, pushing them back onto her face. She looked up at Toshiro, recognizing him instantly. Her eyes widened in surprise and determination.
"You... you're Toshiro Arai!" she exclaimed, her hand instinctively moving to the hilt of her sword.
Toshiro's expression remained unchanged. "And you must be another Marine," he replied, his tone as cold and indifferent as ever. "Move aside."
Tashigi, despite her initial shock, stood her ground. "I won't let you get away," she said, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and resolve.
Toshiro's eyes flicked over her, assessing her stance and the determination in her eyes. Without another word, he turned and continued walking, leaving Tashigi standing there, her hand still on her sword, unsure whether to pursue or call for backup.
As Toshiro walked away from the dazed Tashigi, he muttered to himself, "She is not half bad without the glasses." His tone remained indifferent, but the observation lingered in his mind briefly before he dismissed it.
Entering the familiar sword shop that Zoro had visited in the show, Toshiro's eyes scanned the array of blades displayed around the room. The shopkeeper, recognizing a potential customer, greeted him with a nod. "Looking for something specific?" the shopkeeper asked.
Toshiro's gaze settled on a particularly well-crafted sword hanging on the wall. "Just browsing," he replied coolly, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of interest.
The shopkeeper, sensing an opportunity, continued, "We've got some of the finest swords here, including a few rare ones. Feel free to take a closer look."
Toshiro moved closer to the display, his hand brushing over the hilt of one of the swords. The craftsmanship was exquisite, and he could tell that these weapons were more than just showpieces. He picked up one of the swords, testing its weight and balance, and felt a slight sense of satisfaction.
The sword he held was the Sandai Kitetsu, a blade known for its exceptional quality and cursed nature. Toshiro could sense the malevolent aura emanating from the sword, a dark energy that resonated with him in an unsettling way.
Toshiro's attention was abruptly pulled back to the present by a faint noise outside the shop. He turned his head slightly, listening intently for a moment, then shrugged it off. There were more pressing matters demanding his attention; he couldn't afford to be distracted.
With calculated nonchalance, Toshiro left the shop, sword in hand, unabashedly purloining it without a hint of remorse.
As Toshiro made his way out of the sword shop, he encountered Tashigi again, who had her sword drawn and aimed directly at him. Her voice was stern, a mix of determination and concern. "Surrender now, Toshiro! Captain Smoker is on his way here. You stand no chance."
Toshiro chuckled dismissively, a smirk playing on his lips. "why a dishwashing machine talking to me? Go back to the kitchen!" He brandished the Sandai Kitetsu, the cursed blade gleaming ominously in the sunlight.
Toshiro regarded her with a cool gaze, his hand gripping the newly acquired Sandai Kitetsu tightly. "Let's settle this with a sword fight," he proposed, raising the cursed blade in a challenging stance.
Tashigi didn't grasp his exact words, but she sensed the insult in his tone. She hesitated momentarily, uncertain of how to interpret Toshiro's audacity. Yet, swiftly regaining her composure, she accepted his challenge, adopting a defensive stance with her sword at the ready.
Without formal training in swordsmanship, Toshiro relied on his raw physical strength and instincts. As Tashigi lunged forward with precise strikes, he parried clumsily, using the weight and sharpness of the Sandai Kitetsu to deflect her attacks. His movements were unrefined but powerful, leveraging his muscular physique to gain an advantage.
Despite Toshiro's efforts, Tashigi's skill with the sword was evident. She maneuvered with grace and precision, probing for weaknesses in Toshiro's defense. With each clash of blades, she pushed him back, slowly gaining the upper hand through technique and experience.
Realizing the disparity in skill, Toshiro shifted tactics. Instead of directly engaging in a prolonged duel, he redirected Tashigi's attacks, using the environment to his advantage. With a swift maneuver, he knocked over a nearby cart, creating a distraction that momentarily threw off Tashigi's focus.
Seizing the opportunity, Toshiro lunged forward with unexpected speed and grabbed Tashigi's wrist, pinning her sword arm against her body. Despite her resistance, his physical strength proved overwhelming. With a twist of his body, he disarmed her and held her at bay with the Sandai Kitetsu pressed against her throat.
Tashigi, momentarily stunned by Toshiro's unorthodox tactics, could only stare back at him in disbelief. She had underestimated his sheer physical prowess and determination. "You... you cheated," she managed to utter, frustration evident in her voice.
Toshiro abruptly released her, stepping back with a cold smile. "In battle, there are no rules," he replied calmly as he sheathed the Sandai Kitetsu. "Choose your enemies wisely. I'll allow this once, because you're a woman."
"Know your place... Fool," as he shamelessly groped her breast, feeling and kneading it, and stepped on her glasses as he left."
Tashigi's breath caught in her throat, a mixture of shock and fury washing over her as Toshiro's demeaning words echoed in her ears. His audacity to touch her so disrespectfully left her seething, but she forced herself to remain composed.
With a clenched jaw, she met his cold gaze head-on, refusing to let him see her vulnerability. "You're mistaken if you think I'll accept such treatment," she replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil within. "Next time, you won't get away, Thirty years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, don't bully the young and poor"
He disregarded her admonition, choosing instead to focus on the imposing figure of Smoker standing before him.
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