The Horizon Palm had been Floating Gently through the sea for almost a week at this point. Who knew that it would take so long to sail through the grand line. Even sailing across the East was far easier They had encountered all sorts of weather on the sea, it all seemed so random! One moment it was hot to the point where they could barely wear clothes, the next it was so freezing that layers of clothes wouldn't work! Not to mention the strange wind in the Grand Line, sometimes they'd be sailing smoothly for an entire day, and the next it'd be an entire day with no wind whatsoever.
They were still hours away from Cactus Island.
Todays weather: Humid Summer Temperature: 98°F or 36°C with 25% Humidity, making it feel like 101°
Leroy sat flat out on the deck, the hot sun beaming down on him. He wore a thin pair of Pants that wrapped around the calf. His chest was bare with no shirt on as sweat drenched him, his hair matted against his face. The Captain's tongue was comically hanging out the side of his mouth as he panted. "Hah...Hah...Hah...It's so Hot! ! !" He complained, his brow wrinkling in a look of frustration.
"Why didn't this ship come with any Cool Air..." The Ship did have fans in some of the rooms, but even with them on full blast, they did little to help
“You know, being in the shade would help you cool down, Leroy.” Despite the extreme heat, Kirk REFUSED to change from his long sleeve and jean pants combo. Thankfully, his button up was thin, but still, it wasn’t enough to ward off from the scorch of the sun. He still wasn’t super comfortable with showing off his body among the people on the ship, especially when Noir was so new to him still.
The Fishman was fanning at his face with his journal, having given up on trying to write anything down as was now leaning up against the railing. He was on the upper deck next to his garden, his previous plans of tending to it were futile now with this heat.
As the ship floated through the different seasons day by day, Kále wouldn't really change all that much. When it was really cold he'd be training and sleeping, when it was really hot he'd be sleeping and training. On cold days he'd be shirtless, hair tied back, and swinging around massive weights, on hot days he was shirtless, hair tied back, and swinging around massive weights. His routine is very straightforward and rarely wavers.
On this day, he changed his training routine. He'd been thinking about what Wolfheart told him some time ago. How he was just 'swinging his sword around', how Kále lacked finesse and how that was impacting his performance. Kále never really knew how to take that, he'd tried to calm his mind but it just never really worked. So now he was just resorting to swinging his sword and attempting to calm himself down by doing that.
He did remember being told about some old Samurai technique, his sensei back on Shimotsuki mentioned a form where Samurai will sheathe their swords before attacking. Adding some sort of advantage that Kále couldn't remember. He never understood but it did intrigue Kále. Starting out, Kále would sheathe Kikumori and unsheathe it in a swiping motion. But it never went smoothly, he did it over and over again but it never worked like he wanted it to. After 5 or 6 times of trying (while Leroy was complaining about how hot it was), he dropped his sword and just sat down. Drenched in sweat and sighing in frustration.
"Why can't I get this to work..." He asked himself, fed up with his own lack of skill.
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He looked over his shoulder at Kále, seeing him sit down for the first time during all of his training, looking actually frustrated. “What’s going on?” The Navigators question fell on deaf ears however as Noir appeared.
Being the hero of the day, Noir walked out of the kitchen, holding a tray of drinks in his hand. Upon it were multiple glasses of ice cold lemonade, slices of lemon propped up on the rims of the glasses. He was wearing just his yellow collared shirt and his work pants, ditching the black vest due to the weather.
“I made some drinks if anyone wants one! Just lemonade, but if someone wants something else, I can make it.”
Jeanne was dealing with the changes in heat probably the best of the group. While the cold was something she had to adapt to, often putting on a lot more layers than the others, the heat was definitely her element. In fact she was quite comfortable in the heat. For once she didn't have to put on a bunch of layers and got to enjoy the breezier clothes she had. A pair of loose blue capri pants that went to her shins, an orange tee with cut off sleeves and a graphic of a sun on the center, and some leather flip-flops she never got the chance to try out.
"Speaking of.", she says grabbing a glass from Noir. She didn't really need it for the heat, but she wasn't going to turn down a nice drink. "How's our stock of citrus? Last thing we need right now is things like scurvy when we don't have a doctor."
Leroy's eyes popped open as he flips up and dashes over to the lemonade before downing it in only a few gulps. Feeling the Refreshing citrus wash over his pallet "Ah~"
Interrupting The Markswoman and Chef he spoke
"Thanks noir...That really hit the spot!"
Kirk also didn’t pass up a drink, taking one for himself. He shook the glass in a circle gently to stir around the drink before taking a sip, instantly feeling all refreshed. Even for something simple, Noir made it delicious!
Kále however, was still frustrated. Giving harsh swing after harsh swing. Completely forgoing the calmness due to his frustration and rocking the boat in the process.
"Maybe try twisting with your feet! Like a punch." Leroy offered.
Turning his feet wouldn't work. It wasn't a punch, it was a cut. Two very different attacks. Kále picked his sword back up off the ground and returned it to its scabbard. He thought about his movements. The sword was in its scabbard, so what was he doing wrong in between it leaving the scabbard and it extending out in the attack? His eyes closed as he watched the image of his attack over and over in his head. His breaths slowed and he took the hilt of his sword in his hand, gripping the scabbard with his other hand. He would then, rapidly, unsheathe the blade and attempt a diagonal slash. Once again, it did not work. Frustrated he lifted the sword above his head and perform a downward slash, releasing a wave of air. which would rock the boat yet again.
"Tch... " He would sheathe his sword again and plant himself down on the deck, placing his back against the wall of the ship
“If you’re so frustrated, then don’t take it out on the rest of us! Stop doing that! Also, you have tomorrow to train. Doing all of that crap in this heat will give you heat stroke or something. Wait to ruin your body AFTER we get a doctor!” Kirk went on with another one of his lectures, sounding like a dad at this point with how many times he’s told them all off for doing dumb shit. He was even tempted to take Kále’s swords now and put him in the corner!