Seeing him now. Defending and defeating those that attacked the Restuarnt he crew up in He knew for a fact that he'd paid his debt back ten fold. Even if there never truly was one to begin with. It was simply something he told the boy when he was younger so that he'd stick around. Not wanting anything to happen to him. But in his eyes, he could clearly see that the boy was now a man.
Using the very style that he'd taught him, no less!
'Noir! You never want to get those hands of yours hurt! Those are a chefs greatest tool! If even the slightest happens to them. It'd put at risk your art!' was what he had told him after he saw him attempting to train punches.
Jambe de Couleur was the Martial Arts name. Very few in the world used it, but it was no secret. A skill that taught the user to utilize their lower half for combat rather than their upper half. Each user had their own technique to it, their own flare. Eventually, they would label it their own unique style. Ducasse own was known as 'The Way of The Crimson Leg'
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"Ladies and gentlemen!" Noir called out to the restaurant, trying to be heard over the yelling.
"Please, stick behind the cooks or head to the farthest part of the restaurant that you can! I reply apologize to each of you, but this may get messy." Looking over his shoulder, he saw the swordsmen he had just taken down were starting to get up, plus there was one more that had turned his attention towards him. Noir shoved his hands into his pockets and sighed.
"I'm gonna need a smoke after this.." he grumbled to himself, annoyed by the rudeness of the situation.
"Now he's got to come with us!" Leroy said to Ducasse with a sly smirk at the coolness of the chef.
"Well. If he does join you, you'd need to promise me that you treat him right." Ducasse said sternly.
"Of course! A chefs one of the most important people on the crew, with out 'em all our dreams would be hopeless!" Leroy reassured.
'This kid sure is something...' The head chef thought to himself as a voice caused them all to turn back to attention.
"Gisei... a fellow wanderer... you and your gang still causing trouble I see..." Spoke the First mate as he slowly walked over to the group. Hand resting on the end of his Katana. Scratching at his scruff.
Kále didn't remember a lot of names but he did remember Gisei's. There were few wandering blades in the East with a reputation comparable to the Bloody Ronin but Gisei was one of them. Though, Gisei had a gang that followed him everywhere, whereas Kále considered himself cool and travelled solo. At that moment, Kále decided that he'd end his former contemporary now, while he had the chance...
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"Uhhh KICK HIS ASS KÁLE!" Jeanne shouted, her body bursting into steam and rematerialized behind Leroy. "Uh should I go get my cannon or... do you think Kále has this?", she would ask nervously.
"They've got this..." He said with a sly smile
Kirk was back and standing through from the booth, looking incredibly worried. he wasn't sure who these people are, but they sure meant trouble if they were hurt and breaking into the restaurant like this, causing a scene. He started to back up some, glancing around at the other patron of the place.
The Fishman was worried, but not too worried. Leroy could easily protect everyone in here, right? Would Jeanne help with making sure no one got into the crossfire? Kirk hung a bit further back behind the rest of the group, keeping a distance away from the chaos. He would prefer not the fight at all, thank you!
"Bloody Ronin...The hell are you doin he-!" But before Gisei could get another word out! Kále unsheathed both swords and dashed forward in a blur of speed! Slashing quickly four separate times at the Wandering Blade! Quickly, before they landed, Giesei unsheated his own blade to block them each in stride!
Only for the fifth and final one to connect with extreme force! Sending him flying through the far wall of the Rose Arbor! Landing into the Docks! A large crater forming beneath him in the wood!
The ships around them had started sailing away, leaving very few around them.
"Hrgh...Hah...C'mon man! That was uncalled for! We don't have to fight! We both know who'll win!" It was clear all that bravado hadn't left him.
Even in the face of an opponent that he was familiar with. But if he was even thinking about fighting Kale...Then who was the monster that put them in this condition in the First place!
Standing to his feet. Gisei unsheathed a third sword and placed it into his teeth.
Kále stepped through the hole in the wall made by Gisei and looked down at the docks where he had landed, his swords still firmly in his hands. When Gisei put his sword in his mouth, Kále cringed a little. Santoryu the style that his childhood friend used against him. He hated that someone else was going to use that style against him, it really pissed him off.
“Y’know Gisei, I should’ve cut you down a long time ago,”
"Yeah? Well, in all your duels, you were soft. But now, theres somethin' different about you." Giesei mocked as he readied the swords down to his sides.
Just as Kále was about to start attacking again, he noticed the change in Gisei’s mannerisms.
Gieseis eyes suddenly widened. And his body began to shake as he slightly flinched forward, as if he was hit with an Invisible force. The blades in his hands began to visibly quake, the third one in his mouth suddenly falling as his jaw began to open, clattering against the wood.
"Hah...Hah...Oh shit..." He started. A sudden chill ran down his spine. A cold that he'd felt only hours prior. It caused his knees to become weak as he utterly dropped his weapons. But what was he scared of? There was nothing around them except the ocean!
"He's...He's here..."