The masses' eyes were stuck on the lady playing with uncountable rose petals, her existence changing the immediate area around her into a lovers' garden nest.
"You rouge witch, got anything other than magic tricks?" Said the young man coldly. His name was Kaze, the youngest General of the Zenith Empire. A member of the Five Empire Alliance which was in itself a part of the Grand Five. His status was far beyond a king of such an insignificant little kingdom.
The Rose Pirates' Captain giggled. " I am not here to make trouble. I'm after the same thing as you, the Fire Fate Pome. However, if you intend to interrupt the object of my long non-peaceful voyage, then I might have to cause some problems."
Kaze scoffed in response. "A Fate Pome, for a pirate like you? It'd be better served in a dying mutt's stomach."
"Sorry, but I won't let you eat it." She rebuked with a satisfied giggle before Kaze unsheathed his sword as Pretty Paris looked at it and smiled.
"A general of the mighty Zenith Empire doesn't even have a Fate Relic weapon... What makes us so different then?" A member of the Rose Pirates remarked. He had a sickly face with one hand repeatedly wiping his snot while the other held a pistol.
"He... can use Will Power!" Answered another crew member of the Rose Pirates, a fat man with an exceedingly hairy chest making him resemble a wild bear. "He does?" Pretty Paris asked him for clarification. "Uh... I don't know captain. I just assumed that..."
The surrounding crowd looked at his less than confident assumption with confusion, some even unwillingly giggled.
"Why does this pirate crew have so many degenerate dullards?" Kaze asked.
"General, all pirates are maniacs. They're no different, full of dumbbell curmudgeon bastards. The most approachable amongst them is unfortunately their captain, Pretty Paris." The baldy said, disdain painted on his face.
Kaze's grip tightened on the sword, a minuscule bolt of black lightning flickered on his arm before it turned black. Seeing that, the smile on Pretty Paris's face finally vanished. "Run away, he's an actual Will User!"
With the collaboration of her echoing voice, Kaze bolted towards the captain of the Rose Pirates while Paris quickly turned into petals and scattered away, becoming one with the flowing gale as the rose petals danced with the wind.
The young general swung his sword at the rose bevvy before the cluster of petals gathered at the top of a building, merging into Pretty Paris again. However, this time, she had a bloody gash on her neck.
"What! How was he able to cut her?" A bystander cried out in confusion. "He used his Will Power! I've heard from an adventurer that only Will users can hurt Fate users." Another bystander chimed in.
Paris gritted her teeth and raised her hands. "Rose Swarm!" A giant swarm of roses came out of nowhere and marched towards Kaze like angry bees. However, the young general was alert as he rapidly swung his sword. "Rapid Slash!"
A few slashes imbued with Will Power hit the swarm of roses. But even with that he couldn't repel them all as some still reached him. The ones that did, cut him, albeit shallowly as a tense look appeared on Kaze's face before he attempted a jump.
"Rose Tornado" Paris shouted as the fallen roses rose again, forming the shape of a tornado as they encircled the young general, cutting his body from all directions.
Seeing that, the Rose Pirates' Captain giggled once again. "You can only use the first level of Armament Will. I was worried for nothing."
Kaze struggled against the multifarious roses when another male voice resounded. "Rapid Slash!" Hundreds of slashes suddenly came in and obliterated the roses, Pretty Paris' eyes widening in disbelief.
"You have disappointed me, Kaze." The newcomer voice said as Kaze turned his head, in shame. "Master, I am.... ashamed."
A middle age man came out of the crowd, veiled in a cloak as a strong aura surrounded him. He jerked his hand and the cloak was thrown to the side.
"You are..." Pretty Paris stuttered. "One hit, one kill... Kizaru!"
"What, Kizaru? The Great General Kizaru!" The injured Bulbo squealed.
Kizaru was a man who could terrorize everyone present, a true master of Armoured Will. A Great General of the Zenith Empire, a true monster that could be compared to a god.
"Everyone, run away!" Paris howled, but she found out that her crew had already left the area when they saw Kaze's attack. However, instead of feeling betrayed, she was relieved and before long she tried to escape as well in a cluster of roses.
"Where do you think you are going?" Said Kizaru in a low voice as Paris flinched, this time the opponent was in a different league. The great general gently moved his long sword and a gigantic slash moved towards a certain petal at terrifying speed.
"Hehe, guess this is it." Paris giggled as she closed her eyes. The slash was about to hit her when a bottle of wine interjected in its trajectory. The slash imbued with Will Power hit the bottle and destroyed it, but in the process, it was cancelled out as well.
Hearing the clash, the pirate captain opened her eyes, her gaze landing on a man in the crowd. A drunk-looking man with a small ponytail, carrying a long weapon on his back.
"Hehe, thank you. I'll never forget it." She said before she vanished into thin air, leaving a few rose petals behind.
Everyone was baffled at the sight, especially Kaze. "How did she escape from master's attack?!" He asked himself, however, unlike him the owner of the slash looked at the crowd. He pointed his finger at an individual. "You, with the halberd. Who are you?"
"Huh, me?" The drunkard uttered in confusion. "Yes, you. Who are you?"
The drunk man staggered out as he grinned stupidly. "Eyo! Greetings, Great General. *hic* I am Tufail Tigor. A wine lover."