Kura awaited patiently at the front porch of the man he was hunting today. In his left hand rested the bregrimed bounty paper for the pirate " Sour Brooks - Kant" A man whose bounty was a good two hundred and fifty MILLION beli. Kura wasn't going to lie to himself, he was getting quite excited about obtaining that kind of pay; with that in his pockets he could live comfortable for a couple of weeks. The youth crumpled the paper in his hand ecstatically; a grin plaster on his tanned face as he rocked back and forth than raised off the low sitting porch.
With a yawn he reached up to the sky and stretched his arms in an attempt to regain some limberness back to his muscles. He had lost track of the time; but if he had to estimate it he would say he had been sitting there for at least an hour or two. Taking a step or two to the right; Kura grabbed the black handle of his large sword. Its transparent body allowed the sun rays to pass harmless through it as it brought it from out the hard soil. " I'm not sure how much longer I can wait... My hot-headness is really about to breakthrough " he told himself, swirling the eight foot long blade free of any dirt and placing it on his back.
Kant, unaware of his impending doom had decided to take the shortest route home. While he did detest impatience, he was not so rude as to make Sumaru wait extra time just so he could look at some trees on his way home. Kant stepped out of the alley and onto the street, looking both ways to see hardly anyone. "How curious. he thought, taking a left on the empty street to continue towards his house. "The marine base is literally right around the corner, and there are plenty of shops. Yet, not a soul walks these streets.. Perhaps there was an incident.
Just as Kant thought this, the sound of 100 guns firing all at once erupted from the docks. "What on earth?! he said out loud, turning towards the sound. Several tall buildings prevented him from seeing anything, but there sure was a lot of commotion going on in the town. Kant waited for another sound, thinking to himself, "Did Sumaru do something? No, he hardly seems like the type to... Wait.."
Something suddenly dawned on Kant, and he immediately bit his lip. "What in god's name would he be doing here? I wonder if that other fellow is with him.. he thought, almost afraid to voice his thoughts. The idea that the game was being set in motion so quickly greatly disturbed Kant, as he still had several things to prepare. He stood there, frozen in thought for another few seconds before he took of running towards his home. He had to leave. Now.
Unfortunately he was not able to leave as quickly as he had hoped. In fact, as he rounded the corner at top speed, his house came into view with a great horror standing in front of it. There was the unmistakable six-foot tall, clear-blade wielding fellow that Kant had only recently heard of through a rather iffy marine grapevine. The sword on his back was entirely unique, leaving no question in Kant's mind as to who this was.
"Ah, Bounty Hunter Cerberus." he said, hiding his irritation and slight discomfort. Kant wasn't a coward, and was far from afraid, but he did not have time for this, especially since he imagined the ruckus caused by him would require a quick departure. Kant bit his lip, screaming "Shit, shit, shit, shit!" in his head at the bounty hunter. "It seems you're quite early, much earlier then I expected you. I imagine you're here for this thing on my shoulders!" Kant said with a chuckle, adjusting his hat after his running had dislodged it.
"Well, where are my manners? Let us go inside! I have a few things I need to gather and then I am afraid I must be on my way. I'm quite a busy bee as of late, you understand. he continued, moving slowly towards both Kura and his house. He made no sudden movements, and held his hands up in the air as if Kura had pointed a gun at him already. Ideally, Kura might join Kant for tea and allow the host to kill him with significant ease. Maybe in a world where Kant was a god, that could be the outcome.
The blade whirled the air around him with such force that the sound reminded him of a fierce tornado. As he placed it on his back the sound of gunfire had brought his eyes towards the direction of the docks. His eye were steel with seriousness and his brows furrowed in confusion. " What the hell is going on ? Couldn't they wait until I captured the guy. " he asked himself, his hand still holding firm to the blackened, metal handle of his blade. He wasn't exactly sure of the reason of the gunfire, but he could only assume it was for the capture of the big-time pirate Sour Brooks.
He still waited though, holding on to the thought that his bounty hadn't been capture and that he would be arriving by the end of the day. Honestly, he really hoped the marines would fail and was even tempted with the thoughts of freeing the Pirate; if only to capture him again and take the bounty for himself. " Arghh, I really don't have the patience for this.. " he complained, rubbing the locks of his dark brown hair furiously with both hands. " That's it ! I'm going to find him myself !!! " he declared. Kura started to stalk towards the town, when just as he took a single step forwards the guest of honor rounded the corner.
His eyes widened in slight surprise first, it was a great coincident that he would show just as he decided to search for him. A second went by before Kura's lips slowly slid into a cheerful grin. His eyes gazed up the inhumanly tall figure of the prey; his grin still in place. He was sure to offer quite a challenge for any "ordinary" bounty hunter. It was just his bad luck to get the best in the East Blue. " Just who I wanted to see.. " he exclaimed quietly before brandishing the clear blade that so many pirates had fallen too before him.
It never seemed to fail, whenever he showed up for a bounty the hunted always became mouthy. Truthfully, Kura wasn't too interested in Kant's small talk, in fact while he was speaking Kura was taking that time to limber himself up. He nodded in blatant agreement to Kant's words as he crouched low to the ground and outstretched his left leg, pushing down on its knee with his free left palm. When Kant invited him in he switched to the right leg and repeated the process, though with his blade in hand he was unable to push down on it like his left. " Nah, I'm good. " he responded casually before standing to his feet.
Lifting the handle lightly in his hands to get use to its weight, Kura swung the long eight-foot blade to his side. The blade had cut through the sod below him as if it was thin paper and by some accident the tree three feet behind him had gained a deep gash down its bark body.
Moment's later, as Kant attempted to inch his way into his home; Kura's grin flat-lined and his lids lowered over his blood red eyes. He gripped the blade with both hands and held it to his right side. The tone in his voice all of sudden gaining a certain baneful aspect to it. " Though your right about one thing, I do want your head... "
With that said Kura launched off the ground, bringing the transparent blade diagonal from his right side aimed to decapitate Kant from his waist across to his shoulder. Though his fighting style had usually been straight-forward and reckless, he was adequately prepared this time. For what ? he wasn't sure. But Kant had to have a two hundred and fifty million bounty for a reason.
His blade came down on the logia user, its transparent edge slicing through the man's body like jelly. Kura landed in front of Sour Brooks, a bit of confusion decorated his face as he glanced at his wet blade. " What da ? " His gaze lifted onto Brooks who for some reason seemed unaffected by his action. A hesitant breathe was released from him before he jumped back five feet from him. A deep wind sounded as he slashed his blade to his side, stripping it of the murky gunk - it was held inches from the ground. Kura was in crouched position, his free hand was flat against the ground, holding him up steady as he thought on his opponent. " Must be a Logia type.... Oh man.." he said, sounding quite solemn. His eyes fell to the ground and his hair hid his eyes and features.
Approaching the house was the sound of several boots trampling on the ground. The white of their outfits blurred across the opening in the brush in front of Kant's house.
" Damn, The Marines. " Kura twirled the giant clear blade before sliding it onto his back. " We'll settle this later Sour Brooks. Next time your head will be mines. " Kura ran off towards Kant's back yard, sprinting through the bushes and towards the opposite side of the town. He had other things to do than deal with the Marines, though many usually saw hunter and marines as being on the same side, they were actually very much enemies in a way.
Kant had kindly not dissolved the sword of the bounty hunter, allowing his acidic body's pH level to be low enough that it was close to water. He had decided that he had a moment to play before he would return to the strange fellow he had met at the docks. What was his name, Sunanu? Susanō? Pickle? Kant shook these thoughts from his head and reassessed the situation. The sound of boots approaching had prompted the bounty hunter to say some things about "meeting again" and "your head will be mine". Childish and irrelevant, but cute at the same time. "Yes, yes. See you when your cowardice recedes." replied Kant as the fellow ran into his backyard. He hoped he wouldn't trample the petunias.
Suddenly, five rifles were pointed at Kant's face, a marine holding each one. "Oh shit, you people." he said. He had totally forgotten about the marines approaching, and assumed naturally that the bounty hunter was just running away from Kant. It was strange to him that the fellow knew his name, but had seemed confused by the fact that he was a logia. Obviously if he knew of Kant's devil fruit, he would have used Busoshoku Haki to make the strike his Kant's "true body". Unless.. He couldn't use Busoshoku Haki... But what kind of a bounty hunter would go after a high-price bounty without the ability to hit him or protect himself?!
Kant snapped back into reality, and the marines were yelling at him to put his hand up while thrusting the barrels of their guns in his face. Slowly, Kant brought his hands up to beside his head and sighed. He looked at the marine in the middle of the five and said, "Aw come on guys, I didn't even hurt anyone. Just let me go and this can be easy for all of us!" as they quieted down a bit. In response, the middle one replied, "Hell no! There's two-hundred fifty-thousand beli sitting on your head. With that, we can retire for the rest of our lives!"
"Well, one of you can. If you split my bounty, then none of you can retire. It's a nice chunk of change in your pocket, but you won't get the luxury of an easy life if you all collect the bounty. Now, if one of you made the decision to come capture me, then they shall get the entirety of my bounty, I believe." Kant said, slightly lowering his hands. The marines were silent for a moment, and then one spoke up. "Well that was me, so I get the bounty."
"No, it was me who said we ought to go capture Sour Brooks! The reward is mine!" said another angrily, turning and pointing his rifle at the man who claimed the bounty first. Then, a third spoke up. "I think we can all agree it was my idea." "No, the riches are mine!" said the fourth, pointing his gun at the man who targeted his comrade a second ago.
Before the argument escalated into combat, a blood-curddling scream echoed across the whole island. All the marines were frozen in fear, and Kant's eyes went wide. "He's still here.. he muttered to himself, lowering his hands and taking a careful step back from the marines. None of them spoke, or even looked at Kant. They all seemed frozen in fear. Taking advantage of this, Kant grabbed the closest barrel of a gun and ripped it from the hands of the marine, pulling it back and swinging it like a bat to strike the back of his head. He hit the ground, and the sound was enough to snap the rest of the marines from their trance of fear. But it was much to late. Kant dispatched each with a single arcing strike, hitting each in the face quite hard. As they fell, Kant dropped the gun and looked towards the source of the scream. It had stopped, and in the distance someone else's voice could be heard. He managed to make out two words, "… let's go!"
"Aw fuck." Kant muttered, turning and moving to his backyard. He grabbed his canoe, hoisted it over his shoulders and took off, running as fast as his long legs would take him, off towards the water. He would catch his target or die trying.