"Alright, now everyone, get your spots." Ordered Diddy with a feral grin as he and everyone moved around, standing in their assigned spots.
Now, since I was the Captain, the one who was actually going to be killing the Celestial Dragon, if you could even call this fat fuck that, I was standing on his body, which I will admit, was very comfortable; it seemed his fat body wasn't completely useless. Despite my annoyance with Freyja, she was the Vice-captain, so although she wasn't standing on the Saint Xalrons's body like me, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, or more like laying in a sexy pose, which greatly accentuated her impeccable curves.
"Hmph, slap my butt again, Diddy, and I'll burn your hand off." Stated Freyja coldly with a huff as she squinted her eyes and glared at Diddy, who smirked while chuckling.
"Hehe, I have no intention of ever slapping your butt again, but just because you said that, I'm definitely going to do it." Said Diddy with a smirk while staring right at Freyja's large, pale-skinned butt, which had a softness comparable to a pillow.
Watching her grunt in annoyance before looking away, I ignored her and looked at Mael and Sebas, who flanked the sides of the bed, with Sebas on the right side, along with Scar and Trenza, while Mael was on the left side, Grand stood right beside him as well. Mael was resting his golden axe, which was covered in his plasma, on his shoulder, while Grand was shirtless, flexing his muscles. As a former muscle enthusiast, I was greatly impressed by how symmetrical his muscles were.
Sebas stood with the exact same pose as before, with his hands behind his back and a sagely appearance, while Scar took on a normal-looking pose; he stood in a fighting stance with his dagger in hand; however, Trenza, on the other hand, her pose was that of double O seven, with Sunaipu close to her face while pointing upwards toward the sky, and I had to be honest here too, she looked kind of cool.
Now, standing a few meters before us was Janet, who was holding her camera while pointing it at us, ready to take a picture, though I'm sure she's probably taken a few already.
"Now, on the count of 3, you will take the picture, Janet. Don't wait for me; just take the picture." Stated Diddy seriously as he glanced at Janet, who nodded and held the camera up to her face, ready to snap a picture of the infamous Frenzy Pirates.
Looking around one last time, ensuring everything was ready, I took a deep breath as I approached the head of the unconscious Celestial Dragon. I had thought about keeping him awake for all of this, but honestly, there was no point; he was just annoying, and given how pathetic he was, he'd probably start begging for his life or something, which would really kill the atmosphere.
'I've only been sailing for a little over three months, and I'm already about to do something that I don't think has ever been done before; I'm going to murder a Celestial Dragon! Hehe, just thinking about the waves of chaos I'll create from the death of someone so weak gets my blood pumping in excitement!' Thought Diddy with a large feral grin as he bared his nails before gently trailing them across Saint Xalron's neck, which was covered in a layer of fat.
"1." Said Diddy loudly as he made his hand as flat as possible while resting his deadly nails up against the Celestial Dragon's neck.
"2." Added Diddy loudly, and with one swift motion, he swiped his hand like a sword, slicing right through the layers of fat, decapitating Saint Xalrons and causing copious amounts of blood to spew forth.
"3." Declared Diddy with a savage grin as he grabbed the head of Saint Xalrons by his hair and held it up in the air just in time for Janet to take a picture, which was accompanied by a flash of light.
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As much as I wanted to relish in the feeling of killing a Celestial Dragon, the instant the flash of Janet's camera vanished, I dropped the head in my hand and lunged forth, grabbing Janet into my arms and propelling the two of us toward our ship. Following right behind me was Mael, carrying Grand, Freyja holding both Scar and Trenza, while Sebas trailed right beside them. Tossing Janet onto the ship, I crashed into the stem of our boat, and without waiting for whether anyone else was in position, I kicked the air behind me as hard as I could, utilizing both soru and geppo, causing the ship to speedily glide across the water.
Shortly afterward, Freyja and Mael flanked the sides of the ship, and using all their might, they helped push the boat while Sebas lifted the boat out of the water and into the sky, significantly increasing our speed.
"I know you two are still injured, Mael and Sebas, but if you don't want to die, you better give it everything you've got!" Yelled Diddy loudly as he timed his kicks with the beating of his heart, further increasing his strength.
I didn't know whether this was enough or not, so I went ahead and forcefully pumped my heart quicker, which made me kick the air even faster than before; once my heart reached a certain speed, I noticed my strength was slowly rising, but with that came injuries. The heart wasn't capable of beating this fast, and while I would be fine for short periods of time if I used this for too long, I'd end up greatly damaging my heart, and that wasn't an organ I'd so easily injure.
Looking back behind me, it's only been about half a minute since we left, yet the Celestial Dragons ship was already out of sight, hidden behind the horizon of the planet; and while that did slightly ease me since that also meant we were no longer in seeing distance, I didn't let up and continued kicking the air with all might, though around the minute mark, I did lower my heart rate, as it was starting to hurt.
"We're not stopping for a full hour!" Stated Diddy loudly, earning a grunt from Mael and a hum from Sebas, while Freyja stayed silent.
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Back at Mariejois, one would expect it to be a riot at the death of a Celestial Dragon, but that wasn't the case; in fact, they were behaving as if it was any normal day, completely indifferent about the fact one of their own had died. However, this was entirely understandable when you consider the ones responsible for monitoring the vivre cards of the Celestial Dragons who were slacking on their jobs.
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Sitting at a table in the corner of the room were four world Government Agents, playing a game of cards, while on the opposite side of the room was a wall with several vivre cards placed in a small glass box, though they were so focused on the game, they were oblivious to the fact one of the glass boxes were empty.
"That's like the third Ace in a row; how many of them did you have!?" Asked the agent with a handlebar mustache while frowning as he glared at the man opposite him.
"That was the last one, thank you; now I only have one card left. Beter, be careful, or I'll win the game." Remarked the agent with a scar across his cheek as he smirked while holding a single card, which was a two of diamonds.
"Hmph, you don't have this." Said the agent to the left as he threw down a two cards, a two of spades and a two of hearts.
"Are you sure about that?" Asked the agent with a scar as he eyed the agent to his left, and without giving him a chance to speak, he slammed down his card.
"Are you fucking kidding me." muttered the fourth agent in annoyance as he tossed his card onto the table, followed by the other two doing the same.
"Tsk, whatever; you've finally won. Happy?" Asked the agent with a handlebar mustache while eyeing the agent with a scar, who nodded.
"Yes, and since I've won, I'm taking the first watch tonight. Now, let's return to our jobs; we're getting paid, after all." Said the agent with a scar as he leaned in the chair, stretching his back.
"Yeah, I guess, but really, we don't do anything; all we do is stare at a bunch of papers." Remarked the agent to the left blandly in boredom.
"For real, nothing will ever happen to a Celestial Dragon; I mean, even with what happened to Donquixote Mjosgard at Fish-Man Island, he was practically unscathed. I heard the Fishman didn't even touch him; all the injuries he sustained were from the ocean." Remarked the fourth agent calmly with a nod as he glanced at the wall in the distance before ignoring it.
"Wait a second!" Yelled the fourth agent as he stood up and looked at the wall of vivre card after a few seconds, prompting the three others to do the same, only for their pupils to dilate at what they saw.
"I-Impossible." Muttered one of the four agents softly while fear oozed out of his body at the implications of an empty glass box.
"A-A-A Celestial Dragon is DEAD!?" Exclaimed the agent with a scar on his cheek as he stood up and ran toward a red button hidden behind a glass box before hitting it, sending the entirety of Mariejois into chaos.