Lesson 9: A slave should never show emotion in front of a World Noble

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"Should we really be doing this?" you muttered, shifting your weight.

Ace hissed beneath you, "Oi, stop it or I'm going to drop you. Hey Sabo, why am I at the bottom? Angel weighs a ton."

You sighed. He should try having this fixed to his shoulder every day.

Sabo hushed you both, "We've been over this. Angel is in the middle because she has the adult sized arm. You have the glove, Angel?"

Glancing at the grimy leather glove that you'd forced onto your metal arm, you nodded. As you did so, everyone pitched to the side.

"D-DON'T NOD!"

"Ah! Sorry!"

"Don't say sorry, just don't do it! I'm having a tough time keeping you straight because of that damned arm already!" Ace grunted, "But I know she has to be in the middle, I ain't that dumb Sabo."

"I 'am not' that dumb..." you corrected under your breath.

"So why do I hafta be at the bottom?!"

He snickered, "Isn't it obvious? After Angel, I'm the one who speaks the best."

"HUH?!" Ace roared, hands tightening around your ankles, "How can you be better at speaking!?"

"I use correct grammar and elaborate vocabulary."

"What's 'a boar-rat volcano' gotta do with it?"

"Exactly. So I'm at the top."

"I still don't think we should be doing this..."

They both groaned, "Oh come on, don't you want to have some fancy restaurant dishes?"

Your stomach gurgled eagerly. It had been a while since you'd had anything that wasn't berries or roasted meat. At that, your resolve was set, "Fine."

"That's the spirit!" Sabo laughed, throwing on the cloak to hide the totem pole of three children, "Let's go get some food! Onward!"

The tower remained still.

"That means 'move', Ace."

"Uh, I knew that!" He raised his foot...

And everyone crashed down to the ground.

"Is everyone alright?" Sabo called out from under a mess of cloak.

You nodded, spitting out a mouthful of soil.

"Oi Sabo, what the hell did you do!?"

"Me?! You're the one who made us all fall over."

"Huh! How was it my fault?!"

"You're the one on the bottom!"

"AND WHO PUT ME THERE?!"

"So that was a failure," you hummed, pulling out your notebook to make a note of it, "Hardly surprising really, considering the weight distribution."

Ace's nostrils flared, "You saying you think I'm weak?!"

You rolled your eyes, "No. I'm just saying that you're not used to balancing all that weight on your shoulders. You said it yourself, my arm is more than a little bit heavy, and all that weight is concentrated to one side with nothing to counterbalance it."

"Uuuuuh...so we can't do it?" Sabo groaned, collapsing onto his back, "But we've been waiting to do this for ages. All we needed was a third person to get the height right..."

"No, it's definitely achievable."

They leapt at you, eyes sparkling and drool dripping, "Really?!"

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