Anton took a deep breath as he walked along the path towards one of the three villages that made up the populated areas of Karate Island. He continued to remind himself that this wasn't a particularly dangerous mission. In fact, much to his delight, it was a diplomatic mission. He had been sent in to try and convince the leaders of Karate Island to allow the marines to establish a marine base on the island. With the place being the closest point to the Grand Line in the South Blue, it made sense the marines wanted somewhere to keep an eye out, in case any pirates from the Grand Line decided to try and come into the Blue.
However, so far negotiations have been, well, stalled. The islanders weren't at all willing to allow the marines a foothold, and any attempts to force the issue had met with, problems. The island was home to various martial artists. Men and women who were not afraid to defend their home island. The thought of it all made Anton shudder. Despite passing his training, he didn't really consider himself a skilled fighter. Heck, he considered his past victories to be the thing of luck. And now, here he was, on an island filled with people who could kick his backside. Hell, the reason he had been sent was because he didn't dress like a marine, and thus would hopefully not immediately attract the people's ire.
Suddenly, Anton wasn't so sure about this mission now. What would happen once it was revealed he was a marine? Would they tie him up and throw him off the island? He remembered back to the mission on Centauruea, stuck in the middle of enemy territory. This was exactly the same thing! Only this time it wasn't confirmed that the people would attack him. That just made it all the more worse, and having his sword with him didn't help at all.
However, before he realized it, he was standing in the middle of the village, people casually walking past him, though some took notice of his strange attire and obvious nervousness. Anton cautiously looked around. Any one of these people could realize who he was and attack him. He almost wished they did, just to break the tension.
However, so far negotiations have been, well, stalled. The islanders weren't at all willing to allow the marines a foothold, and any attempts to force the issue had met with, problems. The island was home to various martial artists. Men and women who were not afraid to defend their home island. The thought of it all made Anton shudder. Despite passing his training, he didn't really consider himself a skilled fighter. Heck, he considered his past victories to be the thing of luck. And now, here he was, on an island filled with people who could kick his backside. Hell, the reason he had been sent was because he didn't dress like a marine, and thus would hopefully not immediately attract the people's ire.
Suddenly, Anton wasn't so sure about this mission now. What would happen once it was revealed he was a marine? Would they tie him up and throw him off the island? He remembered back to the mission on Centauruea, stuck in the middle of enemy territory. This was exactly the same thing! Only this time it wasn't confirmed that the people would attack him. That just made it all the more worse, and having his sword with him didn't help at all.
However, before he realized it, he was standing in the middle of the village, people casually walking past him, though some took notice of his strange attire and obvious nervousness. Anton cautiously looked around. Any one of these people could realize who he was and attack him. He almost wished they did, just to break the tension.