Seven Kings of Legend

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I, Skyfall D. Krow, deserve to be the King of Legend, as not only am I a member of a neutral guild, I am the Guild Master of a neutral guild that, while being a sky pirate guild, has sworn itself to protecting the entire continent of Ishgar from assault, both domestic and foreign. Additionally, I was trained upon the King of the Fire Dragon's, Siegnius, and use a powerful form of Ancient; Lost Magic, as such, I fit well with the scheme of being a Legend in more than one right. There is also the factor that I have come up with a very unique Signature method of utilizing my Dragon Slayer Magic, which is Flame Internalization, which is triat that grants me a temporary boost in speed and power, without constantly utilizing my flames in an external capacity. Finally, I plan on learning an additional form of Slayer Magic, thus granting me an even more versitile arsenal of attacks and a whole new bag of tricks. I also plan on making my Guild one that should be feared, if not respected in its own rights, as such a high profile title like King of Legend would go far and be a step towards this direction.

The morning was young, the skies above were clear, bright and radiant, a calm breeze could be felt upon one's face as they greeted the outside world. The sun sat perched upon the horizon, bathing the soft gaia below in its warming rays of light.

If one looked to the heavens, they would spot an anomally of sorts traveling among thepuffy white clouds that brushed across the soft aquamarine skyline, such an abnormality being an air-ship. The ship was quiet large in size, plated in steel, thrusts at the back of the ship propelling it across the neverending heavens.

A lone figure sat in a room just off of the ships main deck, downward the ship went, the figure climbing forth from its throne, steady foot falls carrying it to a nearby window, out of which the figure peered, a content grin playing upon facial features. A hand shuffling through auburn locks of hair, fierce red hues settling upon the earth below. The ship soon pressing down upon a the sandy shores of the nation of Desierto.

The figure walked out onto the main deck of the ship, the sun's rays illuminating him, he stepped forward, peering over his shoulder at his crewmates, he seemed oddly happy that they had finally landed once more. Though, this sense of rediness was not due to the fact they needed to go get more supplies, but rather the youths thirst for adventure. He couldn't wait to see what this nation held in store for the Crime Sorcière crew. He seemed to grow more and more impatient as the seconds passed, like grains of sand flowing to the bottom of an hourglass.

The youth stepped towards the edge of the ship, kicking the steel railing forcefully, a dropline was sent rolling down the side of the ship, stopping a several feet above the sandy dunes of the desert. The youth was the first to descend, his feet pushing off of the side of the air-ship, he soon entered a brief free-fall, his feet touching down upon sand, soon followed by more droplines and the rest of the crew, at least those looking to venture through this land.

The young Guild Master and King of Legend, turned on the balls of his heels, circles being drawn into the sand as he did so, grains slipping over his feet, he grinned at his crew, sure they were as excited as he was, not that such a thing was really necessary or possible, not at this moment, his right arm rolling forward and upward toward the skies above.

"Let's get going you guys. Stay alert. Who knows what kinds of dangers the nation of Desierto might have in store for us."

The youth gave a calm warning, his advice being taken in earnest, the core members of the crew stepping forward, a young swordsmen stood with his back to his Guild Master and Captain, a slight scowl upon his features.

"Captain aren't you forgetting something?"

"Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. I'm not forgetting anything."

"We still have to draw lots to see who stays and who goes to get supplies."

The man's word fell upon deaf ears, actually, they didn't even fall upon the ears of their intended audience, the auburn haired youth had made a mad dash, ignoring his responsibilities once more, like usual. He kept running, the swordsmen soon being made aware of this grumbled, motioning to a few of the crewmates to stay with the ship, he chased after his Captain. Catching up to him, he knocked him to the ground, stomping him all over angrily.

"Don't just run off when someone is talking to you!"

The man shouted, pulling the carefree Captain from the ground, the youth dusted himself off and assessed his damages, quickly dismissing the wounds and deciding he was doing just fine. He started cleaning out his right ear, ignoring the other male as he went on a rant about how much of a pain in the ass his Captain was. A young woman with blond hair came up behind the youth, conking him on the head, she sighed.

"Cap'n, you should listen to Zaraki-san, he's right, you can't keep ignoring your responsibilities."

"I wasn't ignoring them. I just wanted to play for a bit. I've never been here before."

The auburn haired youth reasoned, the troupe of three heading onwards, they soon came to a large town after crossing the first stretch of the desert, passerby looking at them, mostly surprised to see foreigners. A figure stood within the crowd of people, azure hues watching as the three moved, shadows obscuring any other facial features.

The three pirates made their way from shop to shop, gathering up supplies as they went. The auburn haired youth stealing food every now and then, while the swordsmen checked out the local swords, comparing them to his own blades. The blond haired woman being the only one of the three to actually stay on task the whole time.

The stranger watching them bolted forward, an ornat dagger leaving the sheathe secured at his waistline by a sash, he jumped into the air, his blade slicing through the air diagonally, he lashed out at the auburn haired male. The auburn haired male, though distracted as he was, eating a fire over which meat of some sort was cooking, sensed the incoming danger. He popped up into the air, flames igniting upon his fist, his arm rolled forward, cracking the assailant over the head harshly, slamming him into the sand.

"That's slow. You'll have to be faster than that if you want to land a blow on the King of Legends."

The auburn haired youth proclaimed proudly, his feet hitting the sand, a cloud of dust filling the air, he cracked his knuckles, grinning excitedly. The crowd now surround him and the attacker murmuring, the swordsmen and blond haired navigator pushing their ways through the crowd to see what all the fuss was about, neither surprised to see their Captain was drawing attention to himself, yet again.