Ro’s feet tapped against the cool stone in the dimly lit cavern. It had been quite a while since she had been in here, the place was reminiscent of her early days, grafting and grinding. She walked over to the wall and flicked open a metal box. Pulling down on the lever, the junky mechanism switched on with a ‘ka-chunk’. One after the other, lamps attached to the ceiling four metres above turned on, the bright white glow banished the darkness, the incandescent lights hummed. Crates upon crates of various things, tarpaulins tied over palettes of materials and work benches piled high with discarded papers. This was Ro’s old stomping ground, a bunker hidden a few metres under the sand. From here she could work in peace as well as store all of the materials she would need to fulfill her orders and further her research. The air hinted at a musty tinge, a faint aroma of oxidised iron wafted by. She had no use for such a place anymore, as she no longer hid her true self or her work from the outside world. This place was to isolated to be practical, and so it was forgotten. However, it was still a cool -and surprisingly well conditioned- area that would be perfect for todays activity.
Today, she had invited someone over to show her the ways of utilising haki. She hoped she could finally tap into the power that eluded her. She thought of her big brother, who had been able to draw into his own haki at half her age. In a family of monsters, she was just some nerd. At a young age, she had just assumed that she was not meant for conflict, and based on her natural talents, was meant for a different lifestyle. However, she could not shy away from her responsibility to increase her own strength anymore. This would be very necessary were she to face the threats that lay ahead.
She had also invited the Shichibukai she had met last week by the name of Sebastian Sinclair, the ‘Mad Prophet’. She was hoping that such a show of hospitality would strengthen their relationship. Being on good terms with the man would be a fruitful endeavor, she could tell already.
So there she waited, strolling around the fifty square metre bunker, flicking through a few documents and fiddling with some of her discarded prototypes. She had given both of her guests the coordinates to the location, and uncovered the door so that they would have no trouble finding the place.
Today, she had invited someone over to show her the ways of utilising haki. She hoped she could finally tap into the power that eluded her. She thought of her big brother, who had been able to draw into his own haki at half her age. In a family of monsters, she was just some nerd. At a young age, she had just assumed that she was not meant for conflict, and based on her natural talents, was meant for a different lifestyle. However, she could not shy away from her responsibility to increase her own strength anymore. This would be very necessary were she to face the threats that lay ahead.
She had also invited the Shichibukai she had met last week by the name of Sebastian Sinclair, the ‘Mad Prophet’. She was hoping that such a show of hospitality would strengthen their relationship. Being on good terms with the man would be a fruitful endeavor, she could tell already.
So there she waited, strolling around the fifty square metre bunker, flicking through a few documents and fiddling with some of her discarded prototypes. She had given both of her guests the coordinates to the location, and uncovered the door so that they would have no trouble finding the place.