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Susanoo had hardly made it out of the spectacle that went down just about an hour ago. Lightning, buildings falling, dogs, the whole works. Having put his clothes back on, he couldn't help but notice while he was leaving the area, so were a bunch of other random guys. Had Susanoo had his fill of fuckery for the day? Apparently not. While his Clima-Tact was out of action he was upset about not getting his mark which was The Devil just an hour ago. He'd make up for that failure now hopefully. That said, he followed the guys from a safe distance and to the best of his stealthy abilities. He'd be able to use his nose to follow from a place that was out of sight.

Where they lead him to was a remote location off the edge of Spider Miles. There they had a whole ship that made Susanoo practically water at the mouth. He wasn't out in the open or anything as he observed. He was hidden in the bit of forestry the scrap island had. Though it was a rusty wasteland, where this man was leading these guys, assumably his followers, was far off from where all the scrapyards were so there was greenery (u can see greenery in the picture of the island description). Susanoo was perched up in a tree about 20m high, with the shore of Spider Miles, the boat, and all the pirates in front of him. They seemed to be preparing to leave from the looks of it. Susanoo could tell because he was a Navigator and knew what departure preparations looked like. They were roughly 85m away from his hidden location in the canopy of the greenery. Their boat had yet to disembark, but it would soon judging by the pace at which all the men were moving. While the peons ran around doing whatever, a person who was assumably a Navigator was in position at the wheel ready to steer them out.

Susanoo didn't even know who they were, but he was interested in finding out. This was edged on by the fact they were present at the previous battlefield yet leaving so hastily. Gripping his slingshot that was at his hip and grabbing a single marble, he balanced steadily and comfortably on the branch of the tree he was in. Leaves brushed in front of him here and there, so his vision was blocked every other fraction of a second or so, but he could still get a clear sight on his target. For that reason he could also get a clear shot. Still balanced in the tree, he pulled a marble back deep in the sling of his weapon, lined up his shot, no obstructions in the way and the wind wasn't blowing hard enough to need to be accounted for. All the people that he had followed to the ship were currently on it, so he didn't need to fear anyone coming from behind him. He could also tell no one was at least within 37.5m of him due to the fact he had previously enhanced three of his senses and ushered them into his surroundings. He would be able to smell and hear someone who came that close, as their scent would be foreign to that of the land. It was worth noting it'd be hard to make a scent that matched with this island since it had so many contradicting smells to it. Metal, nature, rust, wildlife. To blend those elements and a few more together perfectly and become unnoticeable via smell would be nigh impossible, so Susanoo was confident that no one was within the previously stated range of him.

His eyesight was the third of his senses that was enhanced and this allowed him to line up his shot perfectly and release it. It'd sail straight through the 5m of greenery in front of him, over the shore, and hopefully through the back of the head of the still navigator who was patiently standing at the wheel, yet eager to actually depart. The marble would be hard to notice in the fickle light that was left for the day, since so much had already happened during the sun's shift. The marble was also translucent, flying at max speeds with max power, and the navigator hadn't a real valid reason to be looking at the shore. The boat's front was facing the ocean. Susanoo purposely targeted this one because he wasn't moving for one and well . . . with no Navigator, the crew wouldn't be able to depart. Hopefully Susanoo would manage to throw them into a bout of chaos. Hit or miss, the moment his shot was fired, he'd carefully but quickly slide down the tree he was in and run. He'd run parallel to the shore for about 35m, then he would stop. The habitat he was in was kind of like a thicket of woods, so he'd still be shrouded while he did so. From 85m out without refined eyesight like a marksman, there wasn't going to be much you could see when peering into some nature.

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Susanoo could have sworn there were no obstructions int he way of his shot, but apparently his eyes were playing tricks on him. Some weirdo in a suit of metal came running up and miraculously stopped right behind the Navigator for some God only knows reason. The shot was null and Susanoo's heart sank as he saw the pirates begin to assume a defensive formation around the Navigator. Now he could easily fire off more shots and put holes in the sails, shoot the mast down, or even pluck off each of the peons onboard, but he figured that this was a sign from the Gods that this guy wasn't his mark. His true mark was The Devil and luckily he was still on this island more than likely. That meant Susanoo would have his chance at attaining what he set out to earlier.

Heading deeper into the woods and leaving the pirate to flee with his tail between his legs, he first logged all that he saw on that ship. Any defining features, so he could locate whoever that guy was in the future. If the Gods willed it, after The Devil, this guy would be next.

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