THE NOBLES OF NEWLAND (BLOODLINER AND THE TALES OF THE NEW SAGA BOOK 1)

Chapter 16: Ziandra

"No Water, Please. Just Sharpness and Vows."

At Sea, Costallo Ship.

ZIANDRA COULDN'T SWIM, AND THAT'S WHAT SHE THINKING ABOUT SINCE THE FIRST TIME SEEING THE EXPANSE OF SEA BEFORE HER EYES. Ziandra, Kenzo, and Jin, who finally found his Master in room 112 last night. Jin explains that he has taken care of some of the Yakuza who are on board. Every single one of them, at least whom he meets in his quest for finding her. Jin is not busy counting the numbers, but the young man convinces Ziandra that she doesn't need to worry so much about an ambush anymore, because after seeing the abilities of the opponents he has toppled, Jin is pretty sure none of the Yakuza are Shinobi or Geisha.

After enough rest, Ziandra and her two friends half-sneaked away towards the open end of the ship's deck, waiting for the ship to arrive at its destination. Before this, maybe Ziandra wouldn't risk getting out of the room until the ship pulled over, but with a Shinobi like Jin nearby, Ziandra didn't feel seventy Yakuza people could catch them. After all, the real threat is if there are additional enemies waiting for them at the dock when the ship docks later. Thus, the option to jump off the ship and make the beach an impromptu berth is a wise choice.

Again, Ziandra couldn't swim. Her ocean eyes could clearly see the shadow of celebesia city in the distance. She cursed her little friends who didn't show up with a plane or maybe a speedboat to pick her up. That should have been wiser. Renan may be confined to his house. Mibell might be taking violin lessons in Sail City, doing boring routines because that's her father's command. But the other three? Marsha or Vlad should have come by helicopter to pick up Ziandra, let alone Idre the grandson of Mister President. If a private jet could land on a cruise ship, perhaps, Idre should have been here with all that simplicity. Ziandra promises to punch the faces of all delinquents if she has a chance to meet them again later. What a noble, Swear Ziandra. Her long black hair fell apart due to the sea breeze. She was still wearing a white T-shirt, hotpants, and black boots. Her mother's small kimono covered her body, without a binder. It was deliberately used as her first declaration of war. The Yakuza may be brave to blatantly appear to scare them and make a fuss. But Ziandra was also the daughter of the Klan who taught them that courage. Touch me, I beat you up, no matter when and where.

"What?" Kenzo asked with his forehead puckered when he saw Ziandra's expression. "The sea...?"

"Yes, that." Ziandra said lazily explained. "I'm great at swimming."

"No way." Kenzo said in disbelief. "You can't swim." Guess the boy. He still wears a T-shirt and shorts. Ziandra's backpack was on his back. "Jin-kun," Call Kenzo at the tall young man. "You know that your master can't swim!?" Kenzo laughed out loud.

"That's why you should be able to be faster than me when you swim." Jin replied casually while leaning against the deck fence.

Kenzo's laughter stopped.

Ziandra sees the two young men in front of her, she never expected that she would begin her journey back into the battle of the Replublic nobles, befriending only a shinobi tofu sale, and an ordinary high school student from her mother's hometown who doesn't even know about Bloodliners. Without Sue.

"Jin." Ziandra turned around them, there were only a few passengers with backpacks like them. "Have you calculated correctly?" She asked. "Have you really cleaned them all up?"

"I am not sure, Miss. I'm in a hurry." Jin replied. Trying to hide a grudge in his voice.

Blood for blood, Ziandra's mind. She smiled. "Welcome to the Republic, Brother."

Jin returned a smile. "I'll make sure all the Yakuza are reduced to ashes in one big pot."

Kenzo gulped as if they were in the Shandara desert. "Look, please make sure I don't watch too much of the moment."