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 Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 4:22 pm
A floating restaurant native to the East Blue. Some of the finest chefs from all around the world learn how to cook here. Perhaps the most interesting thing about this restaurant is that all the cooks know how to fight as well.
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 8:43 am
Rednal quietly arrived from Orange Town, seemingly relaxed about visiting the floating restaurant. As usual, there was a lot he could learn in such a place, and he meant to see that he did so. No pain, no gain, after all. And the chefs of the place were relatively well-known for being able to deal with anybody who was causing them trouble. Very few pirates were ever interested in messing with the locals that kept the restaurant safe... which meant that they were good.
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 1:32 pm
And anybody who was good was, of course, somebody Rednal wanted to observe and learn from. The more he could learn, the better off he would be, and that was the simple truth of it. After some time of watching, Rednal calmly began practicing his kicks. Yes, there was a proper way to do it, it seemed, and this was the way to. A simple, lightning-fast jab into his opponent's stomach or face would be a useful thing to pull on his enemies sometime.
2/2 [Lethal Kick Learned]
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 1:35 pm
Not that he couldn't take it a step further, of course. After all, if you could kick to one of two places, why didn't you just kick to both at once? It was a good question, and one with a simple solution. Almost idly, Rednal took a break and sat down for a meal. He figured himself to be relatively tough, but that didn't mean that he was able to go without food for extended periods of time. Everybody who wanted to be tough needed to find a way to keep their energy.
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 1:47 pm
With that said, or rather, thought, and done, Rednal calmly proceeded to devour his meal with the sort of obsession few people could ever master. Eat when you had the chance, and eat as well as you could. It would build up your body in preparation for whatever else you needed to do, and the stronger, the better. Living on the Grand Line really drove home a lot of such pieces of advice. To be stronger was the only way to survive in such a bizzare place.
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 1:54 pm
Big fish ate small fish. Small fish ate teeny fish. Sea King ate everything. That was the way the world worked, and there was very little anyone could do about it. You had to become a Sea King so that nothing lower on the food chain would think messing with you to be a good idea. Strong enough to fight anyone, to do whatever was necessary in order to keep your life and not get pushed around by others. That was a huge part of Rednal's goals... to not bow down.
3/4
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 1:57 pm
Not to anyone. Not ever. He had more important things to do than obey the Marines like he was some sort of slave, or decide to join up with or lead a Pirate crew. Maybe he would help one or the other sometime, but it would be for his own reasons, not because he agreed with them and wanted to do as they said. Rednal chuckled slightly as he performed two kicks in a row. You could always be better. There was always more to learn.
4/4 [2 Kick Combo Learned]
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 2:30 pm
Quiz part two; if honestly necessary, what else could you do in order to achieve your goals? Working hard was always a good one, but sometimes youc could depend on nothing more than luck. Certainly, in the Grand Line, you spent most o you time hoping that the Big Fish wouldn't notice you. That was always, always, always a bad thing. If somebody had power, they typically didn't hesitate to use it. A sad fact, and unfortunately true anyway.
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 2:31 pm
Especially in a place where might made right. Such as the Grand Line as a whole, and particularly in areas the Marines controlled. They had the might, and thus considered themselves to be right. It was quite a pain when you thought about it, since if people had the power to declare themselves correct, they'd easily find a way to justify anything they did. Talk about a pain... and there wasn't much normal people could do about any of it.
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 2:32 pm
The solution, then, was to become abnormal. To have enough might of your own that you would be taken seriously by one and all, and not subject to their ideas above your own. Hence coming out here to train. To fight and get better and never lose to anyone, no matter what the circumstances. If you didn't believe you could win, then naturally there would be no way for you to ever do so. That was pure logic, plain and simple.
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 2:34 pm
So you had to believe you could win. And you had to believe in yourself enough to warrant the absolute confidence in your own power. That meant training. Hard, exhausting, endless training, in order to become the most powerful. To never settle for second place, to never give up. Rednal intended to stand above any who would challenge him, so far up they could never even see him. His leg rose in a devastating uppercut-type kick. Much better.
4/4 [Kick Uppercut Learned]
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 2:36 pm
He was slowly getting there... slowly climbing to the pinnacle of power. But he still had a long, long ways to go before he would be finished. The absolute, overwhelming ability to crush all who opposed him was important, important if he ever wanted to truly be free. Unlike some people, Rednal didn't want to crush his enemies solely to dominate them. Rather, he wanted them to leave him alone, and that meant having them be very afraid.
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 2:37 pm
If people were afraid of you, chances were they wouldn't mess with you, either. Fear was a powerful tool if used correctly. Not the dictator's fear, which was coercing others into doing things, but just fear of the type that made people not want to get involved with you. If you could keep them away, you could be safe. Safe, happy, and entirely content with living the way you wanted to. Rednal had relatively mundane goals for his continued existence.
2/6
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 2:37 pm
He wanted to have a nice, big house. Maybe on his own 'Summer' island somewhere in the Grand Line. A nice wife, too, one who wouldn't mind never having kids. Rednal hated kids; they annoyed him to no end with their whining. Oh, and a few Sea King pets to feed, as well as good access to trade routes so he could figure out what was going on. In other words, he needed an absolutely absurd amount of money. Funny thing was, he knew how to get it.
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 2:38 pm
Capturing Pirates could be quite profitable if you knew what you were doing. If they had good bounties and you knew where they were and were strong enough to take them down, you could do a fair number of interesting things. Capture enough Pirates, and you could easily amass enough of a fortune to crush every foe. Still, he had to get strong enough to take down such people, first. Dreams were nice, but they had to be realistic.
4/6
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