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Baterilla was just as bright and friendly as ever. The clouds were pretty much non existent in the light blue sky and the sun was beaming down on the earth. Marcel had just arrived back to the island he spent most of his child hood on after leaving Wano. After taking a deep breathe, the samurai began to walk deeper into the island. Walking by, Marcel was greeted by a lot of the islanders who recognized him. Some saying "welcome back" while others are like "Hey, longtime no see!" among other things.

Marcel simply waved at them with a small smile on his face. He did enjoy the warm welcome, but now he couldn't sit around and chat with anyone. There were some questions that he needed to ask his step father about recent events. Little did he know that he was being watched. by a figure in a black coat. As Marcel walked by an alley, this figure could be seen standing in the darkness of that alley which caught the samurai's glance.

Marcel paused and backed up a little towards the alley, but saw nothing this time. Shrugging it off as just seeing things, Marcel proceeded on to his destination. Marcel decided to stop at a market stand to buy something to eat and maybe have a little chat with the owner to see how things were going. "Oh ho ho ho ho! I still can't believe that little Marcy is all grown up!" the market owner said to Marcel as he handed him an apple on the house.

"Wait until your step dad gets a look of you, he's probably going to bawl up with tears." the owner said with a laugh while Marcel smirked a little at the comment. Marcel got up from the stand and started to make his way, unknown to him that he was being followed by more than just the hooded figure.

"That's him right? The samurai?" one of five shady looking men asked as they looked down at Marcel from a rooftop. One of the other grunts took out a picture that matched Marcel and nodded. "Alright then, how should we go about killing this guy?" the grunt said as the others began to ponder. "We could drop a tree on him." one of the other grunts suggested which only rewarded him with a smack on the back of the head.

"Ya think dropping a damn tree on him is going to do squat?" the grunt complained. "Come on guys. It shouldn't be hard to kill a samurai, they are normal people just like you and I." the grunt added. The group continued to think to themselves like idiots, but came up with nothing. "Wait!" one of the grunts yelled as a "eureka" face grew on his face. "Let's just sneak em. He's a samurai, not a ninja!" the grunt added while the others began to nod their head and cheering except for one.

"Um, aren't they both the same?" one of the grunts asked stupidly which rewarded with yet another smack on the back of his head. One of the other grunts looked over the building again as the others were distracted. "Oi! That Marcel guy is gone!" the grunt yelled, causing the others to stop fighting and gasp in union before they began to bicker amongst themselves, complaining about who was suppose to be monitoring him.

Marcel sat down on a bench at one of the island's parks just soaking in everything. For someone who seemed really anxious to get some answers, he didn't seem all too much in a hurry to get them. He watched the children play with each other, some playing tag while others played at a playground nearby while also watching the some birds that had decided to rest on the fresh grass. The samurai decided this would be a good time to take out his sketchbook and draw this peaceful environment before heading off to his step father for real this time.

After about a half an hour, Marcel was finished with his drawing and took one good look at it before putting it away and going on his way. "Oi! There he is!!" one of the grunts yelled from the rooftop causing the samurai to look up to see a head peeking from above before he was quickly pulled back one of the other grunts. "You idiot! It was suppose to be a sneak attack!" the other grunted scowled before sighing as he gestured to the other grunts to attack.

Just then, the five grunts jumped down from the roof, landing in front of Marcel while one of them landed on their face. "Just ignore that...." the grunt commented as he glared at the grunt who fell. One of the other grunts cleared their throat before saying, "We are here to um...kill you and...claim your bounty." The grunt talked with uncertainty that Marcel couldn't take them seriously. Heck, how they were all acting like now was more laughable than serious.

Marcel would've brushed them off, but he was running late and he couldn't have these wannabe bounty hunters pestering him along the way. As the group bickered amongst themselves, Marcel took a good look at the sides of his hips two see if his two katana were still there. Marcel slowly unsheathed his Master's Will katana and looked back at the five who were still bickering. One of the grunts noticed and cleared his throat, quickly getting the attention of the others.

The grunts finally got their game faces on and all decided to charge the samurai at once. Marcel simply stared at them until they were in a close enough distance before he quickly impaled the one in the middle, killing him instantly and pushing him out the way so that he could get behind the remaining four. The samurai then leg swept one of the other grunts, dropping him to the ground before impaling him in the throat with his blade. One of the remaining three attempted to punch the samurai in the face, but he quickly dodged, causing that punch to hit another grunt who tried to sneak Marcel, knocking him out.

As the grunt who threw the punch looked on with a dumbfounded look on his face, Marcel quickly slit the throat of that grunt. The grunt who was still standing gulped before he attempted to run, but before he could get away, Marcel caught up to him and impaled him through his back, aiming at his heart before killing him. The samurai watched as the grunt fell to the ground before letting out a sigh as he walked back to the unconscious grunt and decapitated him.

Soon after, slow clapping could be heard coming from a nearby alley as a hooded figure walked out, applauding the violence.

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