The Last of the Miras

XLIV | Yon-Jū Yon

Two Years Later
since the fall of Altaria

A loud blast came from a pink colored ship which was continually sailing on the ocean.

In the midst of chaos and voices mixing in within the fight between a group of pirates and a group of people coming from the black market who carried an important shipment, the sound of a captain's command overpowered every sound all around the place to which it seemed to block off all background noise.

It sounded easy as if swatting an annoying fly away.

"Time to wrap this up!" The captain of the pirate group gave off a big smile and let his tongue out, licking his outer lips in a hundred and eighty degrees.

His laugh resonated with power before he added. "Finish them off, playtime is over!"

At his beck and call, everyone in his group managed to finish all of their enemies within half an hour. The closest executive to the head of the group smiled with glee.

"Behehe! Doffy, after this attack another valuable item will be in our hands!" His black colored oblong sunglasses glinted greedily with the help of the rays coming from the afternoon sun.

The other executives also shared their sentiment of agreement with the leader's closest ally. One of the three had a high pitched voice like it owned from a girl's, the other a voice of an excited person with a tsundere personality and a quiet nod coming from a tall guy who eats messily.

"Young Master, if we manage to gather all important assets from the black market, we'll have a full time access of the underground market business in no time." An excited statement came from the wavy brown haired and red color scheme loving executive.

In turn, the mentioned group head smiled widely as he replied. "Why yes of course, Diamante."

He looked around the ocean, searching for any survivors from the representatives of the underground market association floating in the ocean or near the recently capsized ship.

"Is the shipment already retrieved?" 

The blonde haired middle adolescent asked. An answer was given to the group head from a tall guy who appears like an agent.

"We have already retrieved it, Young Master."

"Fufufu~ good." 

The blonde master turned his head away from the scene as he gave another command.

"Set the capsized ship on fire." He gave a menacing smile while trotting into the ship's cabin.

The four executives followed suit after the blonde young master went in. The glob-like man wearing his trademark black oblong shaped glasses was the last one to enter the cabin.

As his body was almost fully inside, he turned on his back and said. "Do your job well. . .if you don't want Young Master to hear another failure and it'll be the end of your worthless lives."

Before the cabin door shuts close, all crew members of the Donquixote pirates shuddered at the thought of having their lives being taken away like of their late crew mates who chose to betray the adolescent group head. Trebol's signature laugh was heard in their ears even after the cabin door shuts close, giving a final click.

•

"You may go," the young master told his trusted executives as he ends their meeting.

At his words, every executive stood up from their seats and excused themselves to work on their assigned tasks within the Donquixote family.

"Of course, Young Master."

The first one to exit was Pica, followed by Diamante and last, Trebol. At the third executive's sign of exit, Doflamingo turned to where his worktable was and made a beeline to his office chair. He turned after sitting in his own relaxed manner as he spoke to the only executive left in his personal office.

"Vergo, I want you to train me in physical hand-to-hand combat." he announced.

The ever-stoic man stood straight in his seat as he was reading a magazine while sipping on his coffee albeit sloppily. "Is it to your interest, Young Master?"

Doflamingo grinned still despite continuing to reply to one of his trusted executives. "What purpose would it be if I have the power of Ito Ito no Mi and suddenly I will be exposed to a close combat battle?"

Vergo put down his half finished coffee as he turned to where his young master was.

"Alright, I'll be teaching you in handling physical hand-to-hand combat, albeit I'm afraid that it will be you who will train your newly acquired powers, Young Master."

I'll be looking forward to that. The fourteen year old head of the family externally smiled in anticipation.

•

Sounds of weapons clashing resounded within the junkyard outside their quaint house in Spider Miles, North Blue where the Donquixote Family currently resides.

Both the student and mentor parried with their weapons as the student trained to become the best of the best in close hand-to-hand combat. The blonde haired young master gripped his weapon well yet still having a hard time maintaining a proper grip throughout the mock battle.

You need to make this through, Young Master. I will not be here starting tomorrow since I still need to do my part in gathering Intel how to join and rise in ranks within the Marines. The stoic man thought as he continually observed Doflamingo's close combat skill.