"Ouchie ouchie" The young pirate Jade said as he was wrapping his bruised cover hand up with some bandages he managed to get from someone in the hotel lobby. He had hurt himself trying to get stronger and stronger for himself and for his crew, Jade knew that he didn't want to lag behind Mavis and cap'n Junbei. He said relief as he finished bandaging himself up. The young man decided that he needed a milkshake after his efforts and headed to a near by pub that he loved his milkshakes from. It didn't take him long to get there from his hotel and he sat up close to the front near a wall that had a large amount of flyers posted on it. After ordering his chocolate milkshake he decided to look at the wall, seeing if anything on there was worth it, but he found a really interesting flyer.

To all it may concern,

You aren't as strong as you think you are, as you are just a hatchling chirping about. Within this world there are many foes that will crush you as if you are nothing but an insignificant bug, but I can help you. I can show you who you really are. I can show you if you are an King destined for greatness, or a dormant God. Or you just have the aptitude for powerful abilities, but come just so shy of those titles. Don't take this as any disrespect though, young one. But if you want to challenge me, go ahead. But to not hold any mystery to what I teach I will tell you. It is Haki. I am at the open lot by Old Jim's Warehouse.


Love, Cappadonna. ❤ '

"I do need to get stronger and this Haki does sound interesting" Jade said to himself just as his milkshake came. He quickly dunk it, giving himself a killer brain freeze, and got up rushing off to old Jim's warehouse. He hoped this was something that he had to pay for or a trap, he really needed ways to get as strong as possible with the intent to found out what he is really made of.

"This should be real fun!" Jade said smiling as he was running. He knew that this might be some crazy adventure and that this power, if its what it is suppose to be, will be hard to obtain. However he didn't care at all, he knew what he wanted, and nothing was going to stop him for getting it. After ten minutes he finally arrived to old jim's warehouse looking for this "Cappadonna", which sounded very girlish to Jade but he didn't want to judge just yet. "Hello?" he shouted as he looked around.

Cyrus had seen the flyer for Haki training and immediately ripped it from the side of the building it had been placed. Truthfully he was more interested in this Cappadonna fellow than the Haki training itself, but it never hurt to get an all powerful ability unlocked. As Cyrus strode through the streets of Mock Town, he kept his face pressed into the flyer, reading it over and over again. Something about the name Cappadonna was bothering him. He seemed familiar somehow, possibly whisperings among the other Revolutionaries. Cyrus whistled as he eyed the bounty of this particular fellow and was amazed to find that with a bounty so high he had never actually heard of this man, at least not in a way that he could remember. Navigating the streets of Mock Town in search of an old, dusty warehouse lot was hard enough, but when you're not using your eyes and instead just tapping along with your cane while you read...well its damn near impossible. By some miracle however, Cyrus had stumbled across a relatively large crowd of people gathered and yelling at a lone man who sat within the abandoned lot.

Up on tip toes to see over the crowd, Cyrus first looked at the man, then the poster. Back to the man, then the poster, man, poster, man, poster. Huh...that must be him then. Another man in front of Cyrus turned to look at him as if to say, "No shit, sherlock." but Cyrus paid him no mind. Instead he scanned the crowd only to stop on the back of an auburn head. No way, boy he's in for a surprise. Cyrus said, chuckling to himself as he pushed aside the gathered bounty hunters and pirates to where Junbei was standing. Honestly Junbei, we really must stop meeting like this. He said, tapping the boy lightly on the shoulder with his cane. Is this a friend of yours? Pleasure, my name's Cyrus. I'm sure Junbei has told you all about me. He said, extending his hand to Jade as a formality. So, what's all the hubub?

Cyrus watched Cappadonna draw the line in the dirt and smirked as he noticed an unexplained hush had fallen over the crowd who, just moments before, had been yelling out profanities and threats of murder. It seemed this man knew how to command an audience. Cyrus listened patiently as Cappadonna explained his intentions to weed out the small fry and find the big fish. He couldn't help but respect the man, he seemed to know how to get things done quick. Sighing, Cyrus pulled out a flask from inside his jacket and drank a generous gulp of heavy liquor before capping the flask and returning it to his jacket. Ah, a good ole fight to the death, my favorite. Cyrus said, looking around at the various people gathered. It was taking a moment for Cappadonna's words to sink in with everyone. Everyone except one it seemed, as Cyrus watched a bounty hunter sprint towards Cappadonna. Cyrus raised an eyebrow in curiosity, wondering just what this idiot hoped to accomplish. Unfortunately he never got to find out as his friend Junbei suddenly appeared in front of the man, bashing his face in with one of his trusty tonfa.

The man's limp body slid through the dirt and landed just a few feet away from Cyrus himself. He looked at the man, who's nose was fountaining blood across the rest of his face and smiled, Tch, show off. You're on. He called back to Junbei. Although few would notice it, considering it was translucent save for the faint cerulean glow at its very edges, a dome would appear around the majority of the crowd as Cyrus began to swing his sword, lopping off the heads of just about everyone around him. As he did so he whistled a sweet tune, it might have even been something Junbei had played once. Regardless, heads fell at his feet as his blade swung through them, sometimes not even touching the person's neck at all. When he was done, the dome closed and Cyrus was left holding a single head by the hair, Hey there. He said with a grin as he held the head up to eye level. The head spoke back to him through an intricate code of profanities and racial slurs but Cyrus paid him no mind as he simply tossed the head lightly towards Cappadonna, letting it land and rollin the dirt across the line. Hey! That guy crossed the line! Cyrus said, pointing accusingly at the head.

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Cyrus watched the others scatter and then turned to Cappadonna in time to see him toss the lifeless head over his shoulder. He was beginning to like this guy. Retrieving his flask from his coat pocket once more, he took a hearty swig before tucking it away. Hmmm Haki, can't say I have as much first hand experience as the kid does over here. Cyrus said, pointing with his thumb at Junbei's scar, Though I did notice a few wonky things going on during my short stint in the Red Line. I've also heard rumors floating around some of the Revs. I think the B one lets you harden your skin and the one with the K, that's like a sixth sense or something, right? Or maybe it's the other way around. Regardless I've never heard of this Haoshoku thing. Mentioning the Battle of the Red Line brought a stark realization to the forefront of his mind...it seemed so long ago and yet he remembered it clear as day.

Cyrus looked over the three dirt words and frowned before realizing there had been another part to Cappadonna's instructions, Ah right of course, the name's Cyrus Kincaid. How'd you do? He said, removing his top hat and giving the larger man a slight bow at the waste. The kid and I are already well acquainted. So what's first? We have to extend our minds or something? Meditate? I have to warn you, I'm not much for meditation...or sitting still for all that long. Cyrus blabbed before realizing he was the only one talking, and he was doing quite a bit of it. He did this sometimes when he was a bit nervous. Cyrus didn't like not knowing things, especially when other people knew things he didn't and this Daniels Bloom seemed to know quite a bit more about Haki than Cyrus himself.

OOC: Sorry for the delay, was busy with the holiday yesterday. Also I just want to be clear that I don't like the idea of people just being able to do things first try but for the sake of getting this topic done, I'ma do it.

Cyrus raised his eyebrow in surprise curiosity. Just about every instinct he had said never to turn your back to someone, even if they claimed they were teaching you Haki. Regardless, Cyrus did as he was told, shrugging but slowly turning around and closing his eyes. Honestly it was probably this hesitation and weariness of Cappadonna's intentions that helped Cyrus tap into his Kenbunshoku Haki in the moment. With his eyes closed, Cyrus began to rely on his other senses to tell him what was going on. Sound and even smell were key in trying to place when and where the pebble would be coming from. Unfortunately he quickly realized that he couldn't rely on these senses if he wanted to tap into Haki, which was a sense in it of itself. Okay, okay think. Clear your mind... He said to himself, trying to turn off his various other senses and become numb to the world. As he did so he could hear Cappadonna behind him still talking to the two of them.

Then, out of nowhere, a pulse of light seemed to trigger in his mind. As if bathing the surrounding area in a blue aura, a pulse of energy went out from where he was standing and Cyrus could make out Junbei's form, Cappadonna's form, the pebbles, even the pebbles on the ground that Cappadonna had not picked up. For an instant, everything was crystal clear and that instant was just enough to see the flight path of the pebble Cappadonna had thrown his way. Ever so slightly Cyrus tilted his head to the left as the pebble zoomed past his ear nearly cutting the tip but flying by harmlessly instead. Opening his eyes Cyrus blinked as he watched the pebble land harmlessly in front of him. He was in stunned silence before opening his jacket pocket and pulling out his flask, I really need to drink less. He said to himself before downing another long swig of burning alcohol.