The old man broke free from the guards, wobbling like a puppet with tangled strings. Desperation was written all over him as he shouted, "She stole that platinum! No way a girl like her earned it honestly!"
Yuki raised an eyebrow, sharing a quick glance with Alepou before smirking. "Bruh," she said, sounding completely baffled. "Did this guy just crack a joke?" She leaned toward Alepou, her tone dripping with mischief. "Yo, 'Pou, we've got ourselves a stand-up comedian."
Alepou, already grinning, stepped forward casually. "Oh, you want proof?" she asked, her tone playful but sharp. "Alright, old man, let me school you."
Without warning, Alepou burst into a rap, her words smooth and confident like a pro.
"We hit the dungeons, slayed them all,
Earned that platinum, we answered the call.
You think we stole it? Nah, that's just lame,
Keep flappin' your gums, you're losing this game."
The old man froze, his mouth hanging open. Yuki leaned against a wall, grinning as she watched. "And there she goes, folks," Yuki narrated sarcastically. "Alepou, spitting facts like a pro. But hey, don't take just our word for it."
Yuki jumped in with her own verse, her tone full of sass.
"We earned this cash, it's squeaky clean,
Goblins got wrecked—yeah, you know the scene."
The nobles in the background looked nervous, clearly embarrassed by the old man's antics. Yo, bro, it's time to stop. Just quit.
But the old man didn't back down. "Where's your proof, huh?" he croaked. "You're just talking big!"
Alepou cracked her knuckles, still grinning. "You want more proof? Alright, here's another taste." She rapped again, her words cutting like a blade.
"We slayed those beasts, buried them deep,
Your weak excuses? Put me to sleep.
You want proof? Check our dungeon score,
But your attitude? Not worth my chore."
The crowd murmured, stunned by her confidence. The old man was left gaping, speechless.
Yuki stepped in, raising a hand like a referee. "Time out!" she declared. "Call it, folks—verbal KO. No fists needed, this guy's done."
Alepou laughed. "Good call, ref," she said, but she wasn't done yet. With one final verse, she finished the job.
"Wanna talk proof? Better stay in your lane,
When I drop bars, you can't handle the pain.
But don't worry, I'm going easy,
Wouldn't want you feelin' too queasy."
The crowd erupted into laughter and cheers, while the old man stood frozen, defeated.
Yuki grinned, crossing her arms. "Man, that was too easy," she said, adding one last jab.
"Proof ain't needed; your reputation's toast."
The old man stammered, "You think this is over?"
Yuki shrugged, smirking. "Buddy, it was over before it started. But hey, here's your encore."
Alepou delivered the final blow.
"Old man's done, wrapped up tight,
Trying to shade us, but we shine bright.
Me and Yuki? We're the real deal,
And your lies? Man, they don't even feel real."
Yuki clapped her hands together. "And that's a wrap, folks. Alepou with the TKO. Old man? Better luck next time." With that, they walked off, leaving behind a stunned crowd and a completely defeated old man.