Geno waited with only a simple response that resulted in anger. A explosion erupted into the heavens, one like no other at the clock tower. Untold riches rained from above upon Alabasta. Geno stood there silent as he stared at the back of Hector. Hector ignored the rock and the call out. He also might have done untold horrors to the boy in the building. Hector wasn't interested in fighting at that very moment. A idea that made Geno's eye's widen in pure horror. He was left with nothing more than a gawking look on his face. Usually most people saw his stature and saw that as a challenge. Geno was very aware of those stronger than him. However, this was something polarizing. Nothing hurt more this, a feeling he had not felt in such a long time. A sensation that rattled him down to his very core. His feelings could all be summed up in one word.

Weakling.

This was something he ran from while growing up. Being too weak to stop those who attacked his village. Being at the mercy of another, it was something he hated more than anything. Feeling Helpless. Hector would not even utter a word, only run flee from the scene as the explosion erupted. He would only bite down as he ran away, he swallowed his pride because a burning feeling in his soul erupted. He wanted to chase down hector, but in his heart he knew that it would only bring destruction to the city. He would be no better than those who would hurt the innocent bystanders because they are in the way. What was worse was he was helpless to do anything about the situation. He would only turn the opposite of where Hector was heading. Hector was heading back out of the gate, Geno would only head inward towards the city to see if anyone actually needed assistance.

That sensation never left him wondering just how big the gap in power was between them. This only meant one thing, he needed to train harder. It was time to make moves in the world that would make him stand out. He had no bounty to boast about and people knew nothing of his name. Versus sulking about the whole thing or throwing a fit. He saw this as a opportunity to grow as a warrior and as a pirate. As he walked to the plaza he would only look down at his hands while all of this rushed through his head. He now focused on the things that were in front of him. A controlled explosion brought forth riches upon the land. It was the silver lining in all of this. He would not walk away empty handed but it was only a temporary fix. Money was merely a band-aid to the issue at hand. He was deeply cut by that whole exchange. Nonverbal communication could be just as devastating if not worse in some cases. People gathered around trying to grab at the money that rained from the heavens. He did not say anything just merely took off a backpack and began to pick up money till like everyone else.

Only a flash of memories passed through his mind. People dying, his family fleeing, when he was beat senseless at the hands of marines. Things that reminded him he could never be weak in this world. Unconsciously he found himself punching the ground, breaking a small area under him. After feeling up his backpack he said nothing as he left the city. The remaining marines began to flood the city and check the damages. Royal guards came from the main palace. It meant it was time to leave. He ran back towards the Northern entrance to exit the city.

[Exit]