Brisas Kingdom had been treating the Ronin well. He had gotten into a bit of scot-free trouble, met a few knew people, and made a small sum of Beli turning in random criminals on a whim. It had him thinking that if he were to settle down in the South Blue he'd surely do it here, but he also heard Baterilla was a nice place, so he'd have to compare the two after a few days spent on the tropical island.

That was all irrelevant however, for Ondori lived in the now and right now he was trying to find a ferry to take him to the North Blue. Walking down the docks it wasn't a coincidence when he came across the ship that was owned by some nine foot douche bag that Ondori ran into a few days back. No it couldn't be a coincidence. Ondori had been searching for him and yet again here he was and again he was causing trouble for someone. Dressed in his typical wanderers garbs, with his ronin styled straw hat on his head, he stopped about 20m down the road from the spectacle. It was just a damn shame. The way they ganged up on the guy, underhanded tactics indeed, but those were the ways of the world and Ondori saw no shame in such tactics, get by how you get by, if you don't then you become a victim of your environment and that's exactly what this white haired boy was. Having stopped at the 20m mark, he scanned the area, about 15m further up was another road, a minor road more specifically and seated in the middle of this narrow road was some freak who was sitting down playing a violin. Ondori couldn't make out ants on his person from this distance, but if he could he probably would not have casually walked 14m forward. Stopping with the street circus performance going on 6m in front of him and the music guy one meter in front of him off to his left side by about 3m, Ondori stood and watched silently like he was a teacher looking upon his students spar.

 

Ondori had to admit he was enjoying himself watching he two devil fruit eaters go at it. It wasn't that common of an occurrence and Ondori was still fresh to the whole concept of Devil Fruits, not too many people he had found himself around back in Baltigo had Devil Fruits. There were many powerful people who relied on their own strength and Ondori strived to be one of those, not that once he proved he was powerful with his own strength, he wouldn't eat one, but for now he just wanted to prove himself as a swordsman. To do so he'd need to join forces with someone however. It was too hard to make a name on your own in this world, definitely since he was trying to get to the Grandline. He'd need a ship and allies and that's where this guy came in. Ondori knew it was the man from the other day just from catching a glimpse at his powers and from his stature. The height gave him away, as did the fact his face was concealed just like it was the other day. Apparently this guy was recruiting people for his crew or organization or something and as fate would have it, Ondori was looking to join forces with him anyways.

The only issue was he seemed to be a bit busy with this guy at the moment and while Ondori was entertained, it wasn't what he was here for. Simply intervening would just be boring however, Ondori thought it'd be interesting if the fight ended in a nice knock out and that's what he'd help supply. Observing the tactics both fighters were employing he could see the mucus man was having quite the hard time trying to restrict the spring man's movements. The devil fruit was unique and the shape change alone made it something hard to combat with a substance like the mucus. Then there was the range the springs supplied, whether it be extension or shooting oneself via compression and releasing the potential energy, Ondori saw the white haired guy set himself up the moment his legs were freed. It was truly a bad move on the mucus man's behalf, he should have secured the man to the ground first. With the spring man launching himself at the other, Ondori figured this would be the perfect moment the try to end the battle. It wouldn't be known he intervened in any form, but one could always make their assumptions as empty as they'd be, for there would be no proof to point at him.

Just as the spring man had taken off, Ondori's hand would have landed on the handle of his katana. While this wasn't entirely necessary, when his hand felt the ray skin wrap on the handle it helped him tap into the sinister energy he needed to project the intent to kill. This raw violent emotion was directed at the man wrapped in bandages just as the spring man started to launch himself at him. In that instant his mind's eye would be flooded with a gruesome image of his head being cut clean from his own body. His body would experience a sensation of shock and more than likely his mind would trick his nerves into simulating the sensation of bisection at the neck, meaning he'd feel something similar to having his head cut off, though no real damage would be taken from the vision. This would not only stun the bandage wrapped mucus man, but it would undoubtedly occupy his mind with tormenting thoughts that'd hopefully allow for the spring man's attack to land successfully, since it would make contact within the same instance this psychological trauma was being inflicted.

Ondori would continue to watch covetously from 6m away, the details of his face hidden from his straw hat though a sly smile would be easy to make out if one were to look at him.

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Despite the fact that not a single soul besides Ondori should even had been able to even hypothesize where the mental attack on the bandaged man had come from, it was very obvious that the conscience of the man had lead him to believe the lone standing by Ronin was deserving of some punishment. It was a predictable response, given it came from such a feeble minded peon in the grand scheme of things, so the swordsman wouldn't be caught flatfooted in the least bit, for he was always ready, especially when he was dealing with fuckers like this one. The conscience of the mucus-man would come to realize he was better off just taking the jab at the psyche in silence and not using some otherworldly insight to randomly try to exact his revenge totally in-coincidentally. With the small minded ones they always learned better with experience though and that's what Ondori would be offering the mucus-man, experience. Despite the poor attempt to warp the timing of actions and rules outside of the realm Ondori and the others existed in being broken, the swordsman would lower himself to the level of this inferior species and hope to communicate with him with actions as opposed to words, because words never seemed to work. All of this was the least Ondori could do since he felt his person was in danger with the mucus wave being directed in his direction. Whether it would extend far enough to potentially hit him or not, it didn't matter, the swordsman needed to test this guy out before he tried to join his crew anyways. Ondori would call this the entrance exam.

The reflexes of the Ronin commanded his right hand, which was already on the handle of the katana mind you, to draw his blade out in front of him at an angle that would cut clean through seven-thirty to one-thirty on a clock should his body be the center point. This action would be mirrored bringing the blade safely back down to a seven-thirty positioning off on his own left side This maneuver would be something the mucus-man nor his grunts would witness since the wave of mucus would block their line of vision from seeing Ondori. His blade having cleaved through empty air twice as if he were trying to trace over the same cut, matching the angle was vital to results of his test and was achieved. The result would be another projection of his will, save for on the physical plane of things meaning it was very much tangible. Despite that, the manifestation wasn't something that could be perceived with mediocre levels of focus and to cut to the chase, the mucus-man didn't have eyes sharp enough to catch the single crescent that would make an attempt on his life. In Ondori's mind eye the man's neck had a better shot at it, perhaps that was why the mucus-man had felt such a gruesome sensation immediately before these projections were casted. Perhaps it was foreshadowing a beheading that was soon to come.

Akin to how the moon pulled the tides to create waves in the ocean, the mucus wave drew in twin crescents, but only one of which would breach its girth to meet what birthed the tides.

His flashy sword swings aside, Ondori now had his sword freed and on the side he favored for a powerful swing, but his current positioning made it so he wouldn't be able to meet the mucus-man with his steel. He quickly assessed the width of the wave and right after his two sword swings into the air were over, he would move himself into a favorable position where he'd be able to engage his foe on a personal level. Using his Ghost Step Ondori would strafe seven meters to his own left and a bit forward. The alleyway the violin weirdo was in earlier was only 1m forward from his previous location, so this travel landed him in that alleyway, luckily the creep had moved elsewhere leaving it unoccupied for Ondori to end his speedy travel in. From this new spot Ondori would be able to see the bandage man since he was clear from the mucus wave and the mucus-man would be able to see him. The white haired boy having dove straight into the wave of mucus, he wouldn't be as fortunate as Ondori and though the two were fighting for the same goals now, the injuries he'd sustain ( as described by Spider in his post) would make the actions he attempted something he simply wasn't able to pull off.

Fighting on behalf of this downed warrior, in the process of his travel to his left and forward, with his own left hand Ondori would have reached over his left shoulder and gripped the shaft of his chain and sickle, Tori. Oh boy was this a fun toy. At the end of his travel Ondori would have the weapon brought over his left shoulder, his left hand gripping the shaft where the double edged sickle wasn't, meaning he was holding the weapon near its bottom with the rest of its length out to his left side. At this moment we'd see if the man's eyes were fit for catching things that were too fast for him too see or if his throat was. Surely the Ronin's speed would warrant a reaction from the loud mouth, as would the fact he had both his weapons drawn. In this moment though, Ondori wouldn't be waiting to see if the mucus-man had something stupid to say, he'd be looking for blood shed.

Tightening his grip on his katana, Ondori would send a dangerous arc of concentrated air at the foe. He'd slash in a horizontal fashion, though there was a minor diagonal detour to get the swing level with the center of his chest as a swordsman should. This air wave would be tasked with cutting the mucus-man's arm off, at the elbow or just distracting him. Either arm would do and to be honest Ondori wasn't expecting the lone projectile to land since it was so straight forward. That's where the chain and sickle came in handy, though he could just send more air waves. But he wouldn't. La Flame was only seven meters away from the bandaged man and with the white haired boy kind of weighed down with the mucus at the moment, Ondori had a clear shot, no obstructions. The speed of the air wave would allow for it to possibly lob the man's arm off within a second of its release and it would be basically impossible for the man's weak eyes to perceive it. What would be following was the double edged sickle blade of Tori. Ondori had swung outwards in a hook like fashion on his left side sending the weapon reeling out in a large swinging arc meant to dissuade the pirate in moving in such a direction. With 15m of chain length at his disposal and his target seven meters away, Ondori had a spare eight meters of chain length, but he wasn't aiming directly at the pirate. Ondori had aimed his toss to swing 4m behind him, still in an aerial position leveled with his neck since the fucker was so tall. After the pirate's reaction to his air wave aimed to cut his arm off, Ondori would draw in the length of chain and aim to behead the guy. The air wave landing only a second after it was spawned, the chain and sickle combo would come into fruition merely a second afterwards. All the while Ondori would be slowly advancing upon the crooks location, if the man somehow survived, by then Ondori would be a single meter closer to him. All the while Ondori noticed the weirdo with the violin looking in his direction off to his right side about eight meters away. The guy wasn't his focus since he was in a battle, but he was noted.

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