A tree shuddered as tremendous force was hit against it. The force in question was Madori Sojima. There was rather sinister feeling coming from the Magma man. He had just been cheated! Playing cards with another con artist, Madori had only just realized that the man had hidden cards. Something didn't add up on the amount of cards on the table but it must have slipped past him.
Now some poor tree was really gonna get it. Madori cocked his right fist back and stepped forward and punched the tree again. The tree shook hard once again but a loud crack could be heard coming from the base. The tree was about 10 feet tall but that mattered not.
With a enough concentration the punch broke the tree in half and it went falling backwards. Madori panted slightly as he did have the strength for such a feat but it always left him winded when he pushed his strength.
Now something else to take his mind off his frustration, or rather focus it. He started to plot in his head. I do need some extra beli. Perhaps someone is willing to offer there services free of charge. He thought with a smile.
He dusted himself off and began to make his way towards the docks. He was sure to find someone down there who was going to be by themselves. And if they had a boat then most likely they had money. He could just imagine now, he'd show up and only flash his brilliant powers to show he really meant business.
There was no way they wouldn't be scared! Madori of course was living in his head, having never found a real challenge after eating the Devil Fruit. Most would die at his hands if he didn't hold back his powers. His Devil Fruit unlike others felt more dangerous and much more destructive than others.
He does not create, he destroys. What other chance did he have in life anyways. His life was sculpted to be this way ever since he was dropped off at this forsaken island without a chance to leave.
It seemed all his problems would have to be solved the hard way. But stealing always helped. At least thats how he rationalized it. He made was down a beaten path ready to find someone at the docks looking in need of help or who was alone.
He didn't really see anyone turning around a sloped corner hidden by high trees.
Now some poor tree was really gonna get it. Madori cocked his right fist back and stepped forward and punched the tree again. The tree shook hard once again but a loud crack could be heard coming from the base. The tree was about 10 feet tall but that mattered not.
With a enough concentration the punch broke the tree in half and it went falling backwards. Madori panted slightly as he did have the strength for such a feat but it always left him winded when he pushed his strength.
Now something else to take his mind off his frustration, or rather focus it. He started to plot in his head. I do need some extra beli. Perhaps someone is willing to offer there services free of charge. He thought with a smile.
He dusted himself off and began to make his way towards the docks. He was sure to find someone down there who was going to be by themselves. And if they had a boat then most likely they had money. He could just imagine now, he'd show up and only flash his brilliant powers to show he really meant business.
There was no way they wouldn't be scared! Madori of course was living in his head, having never found a real challenge after eating the Devil Fruit. Most would die at his hands if he didn't hold back his powers. His Devil Fruit unlike others felt more dangerous and much more destructive than others.
He does not create, he destroys. What other chance did he have in life anyways. His life was sculpted to be this way ever since he was dropped off at this forsaken island without a chance to leave.
It seemed all his problems would have to be solved the hard way. But stealing always helped. At least thats how he rationalized it. He made was down a beaten path ready to find someone at the docks looking in need of help or who was alone.
He didn't really see anyone turning around a sloped corner hidden by high trees.