LadyAthene
Supernova
- Joined
- May 12, 2015
- Location
- West Coast, USA
For Tashigi, a good majority of her life had been somehow linked with the Marines. From serving as Smoker's ensign to climbing up the ranks. The now twenty-three found herself unable to help but smile as she tilted her head back, knowing she had figuratively and sometimes literally pulled herself from the deepest depths of Hell just to better herself.
... Fine. Never literally, though sometimes it has felt like it ...
Which, after all the young Captain had been through thus far, was indeed a fair assumption.
Her eyes closed as she laid back in the small boat, opting to take a break instead of rowing. It wasn't like she was on a deadline, anyway.
And, quite frankly, she was still rather irked at Smoker.
***
"Mystoria Island?" Tashigi had repeated, unable to help but tilt her head as she watched Smoker give her an affirmative nod along with a map. "We need someone to go scout it out. It has yet to be charted by any Marine or Government-affiliated person. I want you to take up this job."
Tashigi had damn well nearly choked after hearing that request. Instead of actually going through with that, she clenched her fists, causing the map to crumble up slightly as she shot her mentor of sorts an infuriated glare. "Me?! Why the hell me?! I'm better than this, Smoker! I can do more than just --- !!"
"Vice Admiral, Tashigi-san. And I'm not doubting your capabilities. However, we're short on people as it is. I can't just be picky about whom I ask to do this."
"You could ask Mihawk," Tashigi quipped, rolling her eyes at her own suggestion, "If the man's so damn bored, this'll definitely give him something to do."
Instead, she was met with a deadpan look which hinted Tashigi wasn't about to get Smoker to change his mind.
"Fine! Fine!"
Tashigi threw her hands up so they were parallel to her head before letting them fall back to her side.
"But I don't like this! Not one bit!"
***
The talk had happened two and a half days ago. Granted, while Smoker had allowed Tashigi to leave with some basic supplies as well as her sword, Shigure, it didn't change her overall attitude.Hence why she had closed her eyes and - well - tried to think on the more positive things that had happened.
Like her being promoted to captain, for example. All the foes she'd gone against and managed to hold her own against. Roronoa Zoro and Trafalgar D. Water Law to name a few.
... Alas, what started out to be a good idea quickly began to get worse with each passing second.
Both men had somehow infuriated her in their own forms and fashions. And the more she thought about them, the tighter her fists clenched. Her knuckles were a bright white hue; so much so that it was a miracle she wasn't making her palms bleed with how deep her fingernails were trying to dig through her skin.
"The hell with it ... " she muttered, sighing as she opened her eyes and stared out furiously at the seemingly endless, vast sea. Another defeated sigh passed her lips as she reached down and grabbed the wooden oars.
"Row row row your boat in-fucking-deed," she muttered, moving her head from side to side. "Damnit, Smoker. You could have at least let me take a few of my men from the G-5 squad to help me out with this. Fuck you sometimes. Ugh."
Of course, she hadn't been able to say that to his face. As much as Smoker annoyed her sometimes, she did still respect him as her superior. It was tradition for one. But two - and the more important point - was Tashigi had a sense of respect and honor that few people, women for that matter, held nowadays.
Thus even when the most irritating people crossed her path, she still followed customs and gave them whatever bit of respect they did deserve, no matter how much or little that may amount to.
***
It took two more slow and very painful hours. But finally, Tashigi's small life boat bumped against the sandy beach."Thank gods," she murmured, panting as her head fell atop her kneecaps. She stayed in place, allowing herself to regain lost oxygen and give her arms a reprieve.
A good two to three minutes passed before Tashigi stood up. At her left side was her blade. Attached to the opposite hip was a satchel which held the supplies she took with her, including rations, beli, and her book which had a list of all the Meito and blades that were known about throughout the world.
.... Doesn't look like much ... the twenty-three year old captain mused after quickly glancing around.
But if push comes to shove, you have new techniques, including some Rokushiki abilities. You're not weak ... no. Scratch that. You never have been.
In her mind and eyes, some very sexist - or at least fucked up version of Karma and Fate combined - had been stalking her, forcing Tashigi to end up against the worst possible opponents.
Not now though.
This time around, she wouldn't lose.
Or, if she would, it would definitely not be as easily as it had been in the past. At least that was her hope. And damnit all, if nothing else, Tashigi was determined. She usually kept her promises, heard or otherwise, and usually went through with them.
If Smoker's putting this much faith in you ... don't make him or yourself look like a fool ...
Tashigi nodded firmly to herself. Now that she'd found her final goal and sense of resolve, she stepped off and finally stepped on the new, unmapped island.
" ... Still doesn't look like much but ... let's see what this Mystoria has to offer ... "