"I signaled Kenaru that we encountered four of the enemy. He should relay it over to Kat next." Quin whispered near Tito, Tito nodded his head in understanding and got down in his fighting stance. "Quin you're better at mid and long-range fighting right?" "Yeah, that's right." Quin confirmed after tipping his hat down. "I thought so, I need you to stay back and shoot from afar. Be my support while I hold off these four. If things start to get dicey I want you to run back to base." Tito explained in a serious, matter-of-fact tone.
"You sure you can handle that?" Quin was surprised at Tito's plan. The last time the two met they were enemies and now Tito is risking his life to make sure he was able to escape safely. "Well if I can't, that's when you run away. Just back me up as much as you can and as soon as I start wavering, leave." Tito reassured Quin, but he was still baffled as to why Tito trusted him with his life. 'This Tito, he's an odd fella'.' Quin thought to himself as he began to back away from Tito.
"Since you guys are gonna die we might as well introduce ourselves." One of the three lookalikes said in a cocky tone.
"Drago!" The one in the middle with black shades on shouted confidently.
"Dragg!" The one on the left who was hunched over in an animalistic like manner shouted out.
"Drak!" The one on the right with giant bifocals on his face said in a congested tone.
"We're the dragon triplets! We all share the dragon flame fruit!" Drago exclaimed, he seemed to be the leader of the triplets by the way he spoke and carried himself. "And our vanishing companion is Ty!" Drago shouted out again. Ty appeared again, no beside Drago with an annoyed expression on his face. "I didn't agree to reveal myself to these guys." Ty stated, a bit arrogantly.
Tito now was able to get a good look at Ty, he was about average height and was brown-skinned. Ry's hair was in a loose, curly Afro that dangled over his forehead, eyes, and neck. He wore a white athletic jacket with white sweatpants and white shoes. 'All white huh?' Tito thought to himself as he looked Ty up and down before he vanished again. Surprisingly though, Ty didn't vanish again. He just awkwardly stood in place while Tito stared at him. Ty's face soured in anger as Tito stated at him longer and longer.
"You just gonna keep starting at me?" Ty said with an angry expression on his face. Tito averted his eyes for a split second and when he looked back Ty was gone. 'What kind of? How fast is he?' Tito thought to himself as he looked around for Ty.
"You should keep your eyes on us!" Tito looked down to see Dragg, preparing to hit him with a devastating uppercut. Tito instinctively covered his head but was caught off guard when the uppercut hit him in the stomach. Tito's body felt like he got hit by a giant truck, he coughed up blood soon after being hit by Dragg. Tito heaved for air but was sadly unable to breathe any in. He was able to recover and breathe normally after a few seconds but decided to act like he was still injured.
Dragg rushed Tito once more but was caught off guard when Tito abruptly stood up and placed his arms in front of him. He positioned his hands over one another, like he was holding a cane.
"Pride Form: CONQUERER'S PRIDE!"
Dragg was sent flying back into his brother's arms as a surge of dark blue aura coated Tito's body and violently exploded around him. Rocks, grass, and earth flew away from Tito as energy surged and bursted through his body. "I've been training hard, to master this fruit in spite of her. I'm not the same person months ago!" Tito exclaimed to no one in particular.
Flashback one month
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"So why did you call me out here? Tito." Indra asked, leaning outside of Tito's dorm room door. "It's good to know our mental link is still in tact. It's about the sin fruit." Tito responded from inside his room. "How do I use it? Pride, envy, greed, sloth, gluttony, wrath, lust. I don't know how to get stronger." Tito said before sighing.
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The Fruit of Tito
AdventureTito met an untimely end. His new incarnation is having similar troubles, what will befall Tito?