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A young lad around the age of eight rushed through the streets with his sidekick, his sister, close behind him. His hand firmly clasped onto her so they wouldn't get seperated. They pushed through those that were young and old. Mink, Human, or any other race. Even at times they slipped right underneath someone's legs from their height. They had a certain location in mind and were in a rush to reach it. Soon they made it. Joining other children. They were on top of one of the largest buildings in the area. It was somewhat safe. They were fine as they knew if any of them fell their Leader would be there to catch them. A young teen no older than fourteen was the leader of this group of kids. They were all Family. And what they had come to see as a Family was the festival that was taking place within the Common Grounds.

It was a celebration for the Kingdom, no, more so the World as the biggest names gathered for the execution that'd occur at the climax of the festival. It was sick indeed, in theory, the celebration of one's death but those being killed weren't petty heroes or those who'd created treason against a mere Kingdom, it'd been hardened criminals whose crimes would've made those with weak stomachs hurl it's contents. However, justice would've been dealt later for now, it was time for merriment. The World Government chose to use this moment to restore two things. The faith in the bonds between the Lulusia Kingdom Faction and the World Government after rumours of a Revolutionary alliance from the current Royal faction and two, bring economic business to the Kingdom itself.

When executions occurred, crews from far and wide gathered to stock up in the town, in hopes of catching glimpses of those being killed in happenstance. Whether it was motivation to never be caught or simply the sailors heart, the bigger the names to be killed, the bigger the names in attendance. Miracle or Disaster, it was all in the eyes of those assessing the situation. Vendors filled the streets hackling memorabilia from the pirates on the rosters career, even if most of them were knock-offs. Bars didn't have enough ale or rum to even combat the ideal of running out, and that happen in seconds for most that didn't keep much inventory on them. The streets were lively with street performers, heckling to make the finest of dollars, as the sea air left a refreshing, yet, less subtle taste, a bitter one in others mouths.

The sound of blaring trumpets from the Royal Band ushered, as blaring wind percussion sounded the arrival of the Royal Family's banner men. In the shadows, the Cipher Pol prepared for any and all security hiccups but for now, they'd just stalk the crowd in anticipation of the names that might attend. It'd be top priority that everything flowed as needed, especially with all the names on the list. Flyers riddled the street floors, informing all of the citizens across the Kingdom of today's agenda, it was time.