Sinbad, this is Crystal.

Chapter 5

"Ta-da! How do I look?" Crystal said as she laughed doing some weird, overly dramatic poses.

She had changed into a blue and white fur skirt, a long-sleeve shirt exposing the shoulders, and a pair of brown boots. It gave Crystal the chance to show off her wonderful figure and tan legs.

Even though Sinbad knew she was only kidding, that didn't change the fact that Crystal took his breath away.

"Amazing..." Sinbad murmured in a soft voice.

"What? Sinbad, I can't hear you."

She giggled slightly and stepped a little closer to Sinbad, leaning forward.

"Uh? Oh!" Sinbad snapped out of his trance," Great! You look great!" he exclaimed.

Crystal smiled with a little rosy blush on her cheeks.

"Thanks. Right back at ya." She remarked. 

Crystal didn't need to travel to a completely different country to know how handsome Sinbad was. He had a blue and white fur coat with short sleeves and sweatpants. His sword was attached to his belt, and he had gloves that went from his middle finger to his elbow. His Imuchuakk outfit really showed off the muscles on his biceps that Crystal had to violently shake her gaze away from.

~

In the Parthevian Empire...

"It would appear things have become complicated now that Sinbad has wandered into Imuchuakk," Drakon, a green-haired Parthevian general in golden armor, said to the mysterious sorceress who wore a purple mask and light purple and white tunics.

Drakon shuddered at the sound of Sinbad's name coming from his mouth.

Drakon's real name was actually Dragul Nol Henrius Govius Menudias Partenuvonomias Dumid Os Kartanon. Sinbad thought it was quite a mouthful, so he just called him Drakon, much to Drakon's dismay. 

The two had their run-in with one another in Baal's dungeon. Parthevia had sent Drakon and all his troops to capture the dungeon, but Sinbad ended triumphant. 

Weirdly enough, Drakon and Sinbad became rivals after that fateful day.

"The chief of the Shamlash is already headed there," the sorceress said as she waved her hand over her glowing purple crystal ball.

Drakon scoffed. "What a complete waste of time!"

Why couldn't Drakon be there already, so he could settle the score with that overconfident bastard?

~

Sinbad and Crystal were warming up inside Father's hut along with Pipirika and Hina.

"So anyway, what is the Maharegon?" Sinbad asked.

"Our annual festival to celebrate our family heritage," Pipirika explained.

"We applaud those who have recieved the right of passage. It is also when a warrior name is given. Moreover, we show our gratitude for the blessing of the harvest," Hina continued.

"Since you took down a Narwhal, tomorrow you'll officially be a warrior," Pipirika said excitedly, added by a bright smile.

Then Hina would be given a blue and white headband with a silver medallion in the center and orange coral on opposite ends of the medallion, signaling his true rank as a warrior of Imuhucakk.

"Speaking of which, you should probably be aware of this. Strange happenings have been occurring since you've been away," Father said.

"Strange in what way?" Hina asked.