Confederate: Unlikely Alliance Part 2
"You have no other choice but to cooperate."
——"About how long will we remain at sea?" Nobunaga asked, his hair and clothing being gently swayed by the sea breeze.
The air was humid and salty, one could almost taste the salt from its smell alone. The yacht gently swayed above water, following the subtle dance of the waves.
"Danchou said that we should be arriving in four days, if everything goes well," Shalnark responded, tapping away at his device.
"Four days," Nobunaga sighed, scratching his chin. "It feels like days are longer out here at sea."
"Don't tell me you're seasick?" Shalnark teased.
Nobunaga gagged, "Idiot! If anything, I'm making the most out of this! We're on a luxury yacht!"
"Heh," Shalnark slurred. "Everybody thinks so too. Even as thieves, we never really get to go on a vacation that doesn't involve killing and stealing."
"We did steal though."
"Huh?"
Nobunaga smirked, jabbing his thumb to his back. "We just stole the Lancelot Mafia's precious Heiress."
Shalnark had an unsure smile plastered on his face. "We'll be returning her though, so I don't think that would count as stealing."
"Ugh. You're right."
"Shal, Nobunaga," Phinks called from the open door. "Machi says it's time for dinner."
"We'll be right in," Shaknark responded while Nobunaga only raised his arm in reply.
Shalnark turned to face Nobunaga, pocketing his device. "Do you think Nike would join us today?"
The corners of Nobunaga's lips dropped to a frown. "Beats me. That girl's stubborn as hell."
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"I'll kill you, Tartarus. Curse you, Hades, Hera, and Aphrodite. I'm guessing even Athena's on this," Nike muttered repeatedly under her breath, jabbing the screwdriver on the shackles on her wrist.
Apparently, she was set up right from the beginning. The antennae on Tsubaki's neck had Hera's Nen attached to it. The moment she broke it, it activated the bitch's Nen and slowly leeched at her strength. Aphrodite also aided in creating a curse to hasten the leeching. Of course, Hades and Athena were the masterminds alongside her treacherous mother.
Not to mention, these ridiculously effective shackles are made by Tartarus! She remembered her words back from the Silas brothers' hideout: "If you design handcuffs that I can't break and by some miracle you manage to get them on me, maybe I would need your help then."
"What was I thinking, saying those things to him?" Nike groaned, tugging her forest green highlighted bangs. "I encouraged Tartarus, and look at where that got me! Damn it!"
A vein throbbed in her forehead when the screwdriver snapped from the force of her hold.
"I'LL NEVER FORGET THIS! I SWEAR ON MY NAME!! THERE WILL BE NO MERCY FOR THOSE INGRATES!"
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