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Bonuses: Rookie Bonus, Weighted Clothing, Pre Workout Mix

Arlo clicked his tongue at his surroundings, the sun still high in the sky, and the warmth basking the Earth, and he was completely lost already. It was kind of bad, he had never met anyone else with such a terrible sense of direction, and it was sort of depressing. However, the young waterbed male did not let that bother him, he was out of there, and he was moving around all well and good already, trying to think of something to do as he went. Figuring that he was going northwards, bound for the north city area, so he imagined that learning how to use his techniques properly was a good idea, especially one that could channel the powers of his mayko power. This did not work simply as his physical punching techniques would work in the future, it would be weak and rather ineffective, but sooner or later, he would get it to a scale that was on par with a true demon.

As the demon power was unhitched, he felt the unadulterated power sear through his body. Much potential was met in these hands, and he understood the power that he was willing to unleash using such a tool. As his hand swung forth, he felt how comfortable it was in his hands. Where as his own ki was a part of him one the same, this felt like a true power, one he knew he could command with ease and elegance, this was more than just a weapon, it was an extension of his own existence, a tool crafted by his own kind to create even more devastation with their mastery of ki. Her ki was drawn to it, a moth to a flame, and such a flame would be more than hypnotic to him, he wanted to cast it over the lands using it. As the energy moved through his body he felt the weight of it easing a little, as though it was less than a weapon, and part of him more completely.

his hand sparked as he swept it up to the sky, hidden in the bright light of the sun. His eyes squinted against it, the brightness of the sun not something easily looked at, but the radiance surrounding the hand was his goal, the insignificant flame at the end of the finger would soon become something so righteously powerful that it would outshine the sun. As the hand was lowered to the earth, Arlo felt his pride dip a little as he looked at the small flame that adorned his hand. The tip had ignited and had flowed around the outside of the skin, dancing maybe an inch from the body, a heat that would need to be pressed against something before the burning would be felt, not even enough to cauterize the average wound. Indignant that his first try at it was quite unastounding, he forced himself to think of the future, sure, it was small and pathetic now, but soon his mastery over the flames would shine brightly.

Holding pulling out his fathers katana and holding it at arms length, he looked around, looking at it, the blade did look a little more intimidating when it was on fire, and the small flames dance around the edges. Sure, it was weak, but it did not mean other people understood that, they would merely see that a sword was on fire, which was always cool. The flame would grow with knowledge and experience of the sword, which was enough for him, as he needed to concentrate on where he was going. The forest he had gotten lost in, had turned into a small town, and he looked around it. The air smelled salty, and he was rather confused by that, the last time he had entered the area around gingertown. Well, there had been sand, now it just smelled like... The ocean? How weird, perhaps he had been heading the wrong way all this time. Shrugging, he continued onwards into the town, he would hitch a ride from someone or something. Sheathing the sword, forgetting that it was ignited, he walked towards a rather grouchy female on the dock, as he was not comfortable talking to the big guys.


The woman had been rather mean, and Arlo had been left stumbling over his words, and now he had found himself a birth on the ship somehow. It had been strange, but sitting in the bird's nest at the top of the ship was kind of cool, he had free reign as long as he watched for trouble, and had a bunk when night fell. Now he was climbing the ropes to get to the small position at the top, he was wondering how he had managed such a feat. Well, it was too late for concern now, and too late to remember he had a fear of heights. Pursing his lips and refusing to look down, he forced herself upwards, the wind blowing his brown hair as he moved upwards the rope shakily. Cowardice was not something faced with sympathy in the world and Arlo didn't wanna be like yangcong, so he was certainly not looking for someone to help him here, he knew he could do it on his own. The katana of his father hit his back comfortably as he climbed, the rest of his equipment back into her new room, keeping his belt and sword on him.

As the wood was felt beneath him fingers, he felt relieved that there was some solidity again, instead of just the rope beneath him. As he climbed onto the wooden nest, he felt a little more comfortable, despite the height of course, but now he was given free time to train, and as long as he kept an eye out for any danger, he figured it would be cool. Unhitching the lengthy blade from his back, he clasped the steel handle in his palm, feeling the power through him again. The current of his ki and makyo was taken from him, a little more this time, even though it was still a small amount, and he hardly noticed it. As the flame current proceeded to coat his blade, he witnessed the more impressive change in the weapon this time, and as the flames began to increase in size, the feeling of power that exuded through the weapon felt greater. This felt right, this was the course of power he wanted.

As the blade continued to dance before his eyes, he watched the flames dart onto the flat surface of the blade, however, these flames were a lot lighter, leaving the blade with a still thin look, yet one that danced with fire, and looked like a blade comprised of only ki and flames than of Platinum alloy beneath. The flames of the weapon, where they had only been about an inch prior, were now about half a foot from the blade, and it danced in the wind, but he could feel the heat extending from it, hell, the wood beneath it was burning a little. Realizing what he had done he raised the sword from the wooden barrier and accidentally stabbed it into the mast behind him. Crying out, he almost fell from the top of the nest, but he gripped the sword and stayed on, the mast beginning to catch fire. As he released the handle, the fire disappeared, leaving him relieved, but sort of worried about the stab and burn mark.

Looking down, he wondered if anyone had noticed, and it was lucky that they had not. he would be gone before anyone realized what he had done at least. Hopefully anyway. As the boat was risen and dropped by the tide, he began to get his sea legs, even being as high up as he was, it felt kind of cool. The young demon male heard some noise below and looked over the wooden barrier down, apparently one of the men had tried something to the captain, and she had chopped his head off, and it was quite disturbing. The body was tossed over the edge, and as the boat pulled away from the floating corpse, it began to jiggle weirdly. He did not understand it at first, but as a fin grazed the surface, he realized he was being eaten, and another sick feeling arose in the pit of his stomach. He did not want to become shark bait. Looking out over the seas he did his job finally, noticing something in the distance. A ship.

"Captain, there's a ship, uh... In that direction"



Everyone looked at his finger as he pointed in that direction since he had no idea which direction it was, just that way. The male on the deck slapped her palm to her face and walked to the port side. Sneering, she turned and raised her fist.

"It's feeding time boys, get hitched up! You, gboy, you fight with us or I'll kill you"

Arlo would growl.

This was not what he had signed up for.

The weapon still embedded in the wood, he reached back and tore it free, it looked like there was no way out of this one, he did not want to hurt anyone, but he did not want to lose his bunk, especially not here in the middle of the ocean. Well, with no choices before he, he supposed he could partake in a little action, he would not kill, of course not without being paid, he would leave that uncouth action to the pirates below, but he would act his part. Closing his eyes, not really looking forward to any of the following, he re-sheathed the blade and placed his hand on the ledge. His blade was enough for this fight, he did not need to gather his other materials from his room for camoflouge, the belt, and the weapon would serve him well enough for this battle, especially if he was going to need little room to fight lots of people. This was a whole new variety of battles for him, never before had he fought on a moving battleground. It was kind of exciting.

As he hopped the ledge and landed softly onto the deck below, many of the males gave him chuckles what could a boy do? but Arlo paid them no mind and went to the edge of the ship next to the captain. The red haired woman was scantily clad indeed, but she looked so small, much like herself, but guaranteed, if she could order the males behind them about, then she was indeed powerful. Arlo had hoped not to have too much trouble with this, but as the ship approaching them grew closer, it became obvious that they too, were pirates. This meant the little fighting he believed he would need to partake in, had suddenly become an all-out war on two boats. His shoulder sagged a little, he really would need to kill someone here, otherwise, things could get troublesome, and they would most likely all die in the end. Survival, it was them or him.

The female next to her must have mistaken her sudden change of demeanor as fear of a fight as opposed to her attitude. Smacking the boy on the back, the female laughed and held her sword high in the air, as though this was supposed to make him feel better. All the men behind them roared out too, and faintly, he could hear the roars of the other ship too. At this distance, he could probably strike their ship with a falcon punch and end the battle before it started, but he could feel his blade talking to him. It wanted him to master it, and he could only master it through using it, and it wanted to be in this fight. Swallowing thickly, he placed his hand on the blade, feeling the power course through him again, like every time, the sublime feeling of dominance coating him.


As the blade was unsheathed, the fire spread through it as it was pulled from the sheath, looking as though it had been ignited the entire time. The weapon rang out as he raised it into the sky along with everyone else's, the flames shining bright in the sky. The female looked at the mighty weapon with hunger in her eyes, but Arlo would not have any of it. This was his weapon, the female could go die if she wanted to place her filthy hands on it. As his emotions exploded with his heart racing, the flames began to dance brighter and more dangerously, as though answering his call for strength. This would require a greater source of power to fight here, he would need the ability to incapacitate with extreme pain as opposed to actually full-out killing. The heat of the weapon would be searing, and the pain of being caught in the flames would feel as though a wound had been opened and cauterized in milliseconds. The ship grew ever so close.

Arlo moved the blade across his body in an instant, an arrow crashing against its hot platinum, instantly the wooden projectile burning to ashes. Sure, it would not have done anything to him if the arrow had hit him, but again, this was cooler, the fact that he had totally just denied some guy with a sweep of his hand and his awesome fiery blade. The female next to him gave a small noise of surprise and awe at the fact the red faced girl had moved so fast and so fluidly that he had stopped an arrow. However, that arrow was the catalyst of the fight, and people began to swarm, from both sides people swung from ropes attached to the riggings to get to the other boat, and the small girl prepared herself for it all. As a male came swinging right at him, he dropped from the air and tried to cleave him in half, but he was too quick, bringing his blade up to stop his own, he redirected to the side and drew the flat side of the sword along his ribcage.

He winced as he screamed in pain, the searing heat clearly burning his flesh, and even the stench of it got to him. But he would not be getting up from that wound easily, especially not as he was kicked in the face by another, trying to shut him up. The male spun around and blocked an attack from behind, the blade passing close to the male's face as it did so, probably burning his eyes and the sensitive skin on his face, making him close them and look away. Perfect time. As his foot met his stomach, his face smashed off the flat of his sword and he screamed out until he struck him again in the face with his knee. He had probably just killed this one by accident. There was no time to dwell though, she needed to keep going.

The blade flared as he spun, a small trail of fire behind his as he turned around, using the flat of the blade again to knock some guy out. He was unconscious before he could register the pain of being knocked in the head by a searing hot piece of metal, which was lucky for him. People seemed to notice the small angry boy with the flaming blade, and they noticed the fact that he was knocking people down left right, and center, and now he was given a wide berth from most, but he had settled into his battle lust.

As more and more pirates piled onto the ship, he became more confident and more amused by everything. It was as though he was moving at a far greater pace than everyone else. People fell before him, each time, he would knock them on their asses, at least one part of their body burned badly by his weapon, and their pride shattered by the small male, none of them had expected such wrath from such a person, the captain perhaps, but the red-faced youth no.

His body erupted with the heat as he fought, slowly draining the air of any moisture it contained, and the world around him would heat up, making the battle even more desperate, the dried throats of the pirates and their sweat, all of it caused by him. As the blade moved swiftly, he dismantled defense after defense, each one being brought down before him, screaming or unconscious. Unsure of how long it had been, he knew that the force could not last much longer. It was not until a blow caught him off guard with such fierce power that he was knocked through the battle. The wood splintered beneath his body as he crashed into the wooden wall of the ship, looking at what had struck him. A man of impossible proportions loomed over the battle, knocking people off the side of the shit, and defending the people in front of them. His body was practically covered in shields.

"That's unfair..."

The wood snapped and cracked as he pulled himself from it, the wall mostly destroyed and the contents of the mess were shown to everyone up on deck. He was a little shaken from the blow, uninjured, but certainly shaken. His armored skin was more than enough to protect her from any injury the male thought he would have sustained, which was made clear by the expression he wore on his face as he got up. Clearly, they had not expected to attack a ship containing a person as strong as Arlo. He had let go of his
sword when she had been struck, and it now lay on the deck of the ship. The fight had been silenced and everyone was watching him, the sword, and the massive man coated in shields. There was a quick scramble from a man who jumped on her sword, possibly thinking that it held a special power, but he was quickly proven wrong as his skin was seared when it touched the metal. Arlo tried not to wince, but he could not help it, his scream was deafening. Stumbling back, he clutched his hand in agony, right before falling off the deck into the water.

The sword was still hotter than hell, and he had paid the price. As Arlo walked for the sword, he knelt to it and picked it up in his right hand once again, feeling the warmth spread through him. The blade was once more back where it belonged. As the male in the shields stepped back, he advanced, holding the weapon outwards, pointing it at him, gesturing he was next. As he stepped back again, he moved, running at him, using the blade to cleave at his shield. He knew that the kinetic energy would be practically useless, but she was trying to force the metal to heat exponentially. If his shield grew to such a temperature, then he would not be able to wear it anymore, simple as that. However, as the weapon approached, he seemed to grow his wits back and spun his shield rapidly. First, simply the flame was sucked towards him, but then he felt also being pulled. His eyes widened and he fell forwards, slamming into the sheet of metal.

However, Arlo was starting to get really annoyed with all this, and with the blade still in hand, and to his unprotected legs, he brought it across and through both of his shins. He froze, then released an inhuman scream as he tried to stumble backward, but leaving both of his feet behind, blood poured from the wounds, and the demon jammed his eyes shut so he did not have to witness it. His voice became distant, then a massive splash erupted from the water. He was certainly too heavy to be buoyant, and he realized that he had killed him. The weapon burned the blood off, the fire cleansing the blade again, leaving no reminder of the kill, but he knew, he knew. All of a sudden it was as though the sound had restarted, and the battle exploded around him.

Standing and raising his weapon, he stopped two swords and used the fire on the weapon to melt through the swords and knocked both of them backward, both of them suffering massive burns on their hands and chests from where the sword had landed. Both of them falling over, he moved over them, striking another male in the back with the flat of his sword and forcing him to scream out as his shirt caught on fire and the heat burned his back. There were very few pirates left, but the young boy could see that the captain of this ship was locked in a power struggle with the captain of the other. It did not seem like she was winning either, it would not have been a concern of his if he did not think that by losing the captain, the ship would be lost. Quickly, he moved to the deck, the scarce remains of enemy pirates escaping or dying, there was just the clean-up.

-"The first few steps up the stairs were easily cleared, but the moment I hit the last step, I was hit by a powerful gust of wind that nearly threw me off the upper deck. Holding onto the banister, I kept my hold, and managed to move forwards. It appeared that both of the two captains possessed extraordinary power over the wind as elementals, the massive bursts were exploding each time their swords met, and the wind was being forced around them by the other wind masteries, forming a wall at each other that could not break each other. The full force was being fired around them, and the wind was enough to put out the fire of my blade, but I refused to let it stay unlit. As he struggled forward, he felt the almost tide lack actions of the wind as it forced itself through each blow, and looking at them, he was able determine when the massive gusts would occur.

It took a second, but there was one he saw, as the captain of the ship he was trying to protect lost her strike, and was overpowered by the male, who used his chance to try and kill her, but I took my own chance, and moved in, the sword igniting instantly with a spark and the flames eating up the metal and moving onwards as I thrust at his torso. There was no way to avoid this one, especially against a master of wind, I needed to give him the least amount of possibilities to stop me. The flames of the weapon would sear his chest before the weapon would even penetrate the soft flesh, he screamed as the fire burned his underside, and fell backward, his attack ending and the wind blowing him backward. His sword was put out, but it was already too late for the man, his body was affected too badly, the flames already melting his insides along with his outsides."-

However, Aro had already fallen back, unable to ignite his sword at the moment as it was once more on the deck, this time embedded point first in the wood, searing it madly. The male was now on fire, but as he fell backwards over the banister and fell into the ocean with a splash. The demon teen looked over to the other ship, about seven or eight pirates left, scrambling to get away, but it seemed not to be the case. The pirates on the ship he traveled on had pulled up a cannon, his eyes widened and he moved forward, leaning over the top deck to the bottom as they fired, the other ship exploding in a mass of fire and wood, and he covered his head as the splintered wood rocketed over the ship.

Closing his eyes, he grasped the sword and walked swiftly to his room. The flames burning around the steel, a sign that he was very angry, not only with the people of the ship, but with himself. A life had been taken, no, three lives, by his own hand, by the very blade that burned with such fury that the heat scorched the floorboards beneath him as he walked. He had enough of this, he would wait it out until they arrived in the northern continent, and he would swiftly find something to make him feel better, maybe some kittens or perhaps a dance. This had been traumatic for him, he did not want to feel this desperation, it was not only unfair, but it was horrific, the lives that had been wasted for what? For money? For something of value such as his sword? That male who had lost his hand trying to steal it from him it was all pointless.


Laying on the filthy bed, Arlo held the sword in the air, balanced in between his index, thumb, and middle finger, his Ki coursing through the metal, and the flames licking the steel of the blade. This. Had been an unwanted day, and he wanted it to be over right now. The flames seemed to flicker in agreement with him and he felt closer to his father in a way, as though feeling his discontent. It made him feel a little more light-hearted, the fire he controlled, the iron will, the flaming temperament, all part of his life, something he had to live with. All of it could be channeled into this weapon though, it was his anchor, something he could create as an extension of his body, the flames that roiled through it, a mere pittance to the burning passion that she beheld. Its power was nothing if not extravagant. The deadly fire that burned was very hot, it could scold even an super saiyan if they were not careful they were not careful.

The sword, to him, embodied something that he did not represent in his own self, it was a source of power for him, perhaps why it felt so good in his hands. The young boy had never held himself in a position where he believed he was strong, he was always doubting herself, and he feared for her own life too much. But when this sword was grasped in his hands, and he focused the seemingly godly power of it, it felt as though he was on a higher plane of existence, as though he was without inhibitions. Perhaps it was his own psychosis, but he just felt most comfortable when the sword was there, on his travels, he had never felt as though he was protected, aside from meeting the sword monk, but, with the sword of his father, it was as though he had someone watching his back at all times, and it was a safe feeling, like warm arms wrapped around him.

The boat was docked, he felt the gentle bump against the dock itself. The norther part of earth. He had arrived here, not in a happy mood, but in one piece, and with a greater understanding of both the weapon he wielded and his own self. The flames seemed to agree, as the fire had seemed to cool down a little, the dancing of the flames not as powerful as his emotions crashed a little. Being at shore once more had brought a resounding calm over him. As the door to his room opened, the flame exploded upwards momentarily and tickled the roof, the reddish hue staining the wood black under its intense heat. However, before the flame could catch, the boy made sure to reduce it to a relative size to make sure there would be no danger of harming anything and keeping his emotions under control. It was the captain, and she stood in the doorway, her expression sullen.

"I want to-"



"You don't want to thank me, lots of people died today that shouldn't have"



For once, he had said something cool, and it made him feel kind of good about himself, but he knew it was merely because the woman was here to thank him, meaning he was being respected. Respect. There was something he had not earned before, and he did not deserve it now. If he was to be truly respected, then none of them would have died today, and he would not be so down on his feelings. This was not respect, it was a shame. And with the last traces of the thought, everything began to heat up, the flames on the sword licking the metal quickly, the heat increasing immensely, and as he stood and walked to the door, each of his footsteps left black scorches beneath him, and the female pirate moved out of her way. As he moved off the boat, he did not look back. the north, there was bound to be something here.