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Once again they were preparing to cross the reverse mountain, and Requiem sighed. He still remembered the first time he made the treacherous trip over the top. The memory wasn't a pleasant one. Now however, the crossing didn't bother him, and he found himself frequently playing his violin while they rode the current. It was a good mellowing practice. Beyond that, it was usually the only time he took to play.
The Warlord looked over his crew that remained, and the new ones he'd gained. It was sad, the loss of those who had travelled with him before, but new arrivals were always welcome. He wasn't sure what to expect on the other side, but what he did know was that he had a score to settle. One way or another, the world government was going to have to find a new Warlord soon, and though he couldn't be sure, he had a pretty good feeling that it wasn't going to be him.
"Alright people, the grand line awaits. I hope you're ready for hell, because it's where we're headed. Let's not keep it waiting."
The Warlord looked over his crew that remained, and the new ones he'd gained. It was sad, the loss of those who had travelled with him before, but new arrivals were always welcome. He wasn't sure what to expect on the other side, but what he did know was that he had a score to settle. One way or another, the world government was going to have to find a new Warlord soon, and though he couldn't be sure, he had a pretty good feeling that it wasn't going to be him.
"Alright people, the grand line awaits. I hope you're ready for hell, because it's where we're headed. Let's not keep it waiting."