Task Name: Recovery: Getting Back on Your Feet
Tier: 1
NPC or PC:
Location: Baterilla
Crew, Team, or Personal: Personal
Description: After being successfully released from jail due to his recent capture from a marine Ensign, Malik decided to getting to readjusting to his healing limbs and ribs. During his previous Confrontation with Steele, the young fighter suffered major injuries, which would take a certain amount of time to heal. The first step would be able to easily walk on his own without the assistance of anyone else as his legs are still healing from he last ordeal with the marine Ensign.
Enemy Details: No Enemies
Boss: No Boss

At the building, which served as the jail for multiple criminals that have committed crimes here on the island known as Baterilla, the doorways of the main entrance into in establishment stated to open outward. They swung out of the way, revealing a figure standing close to them within the confines of the building itself. It was Malik Roberts himself, who had successfully served his time. He had any belonging, which he previously handed to the superiors of this area, returned to him safely. He also wore his signature outfit, but it was more clean and neatly fitted that when he had originally come to this establishment. His injuries had healed as well, especially the ribs on his right side. He was grateful for the doctors helping heal the damage he had sustained before in his confrontation with Steele while he remained incarcerated in Baterilla's jail. He even has his blue backpack swung over his shoulders, holding essential item, such as food, water, first-aid, and much more. When the doors of he jail managed to finally open all the way, he simply took a few steps out into the warm sunlight and the blissful breezes of the beautiful outdoors. When he did, he took a quick stop on where he stood and breathed in the fresh air before him. He then, exhaled gently. An entire day in prison felt more, like a month to him. It may have been a short amount of time he had spent in that prison, but now he knew what it felt like for most criminals. The jail of Impel Town must be unbearable to ordinary enemies of the government.

After he was done momentarily taking in the lovely breezes that flowed passed his chocolate brown face, the adolescent pirate began his progression of traversing over the stone pavement. Most accurately, it was on a road in one of the streets of Baterilla that lead to the jail on one end, but the other was a complete mystery to him. This was due to the fact that he was previously chained up in a mobile cage that was headed to the same jail he spent an entire day in earlier. While he was able to walk after he recent ordeal with the Ensign, Steele, both of his legs were still sore and needed much time to heal as well. They were no longer broken, they were realigned and the pain once felt is starting to fade. However, there was still a soreness with each step he took. It didn't matter to him, of course, since pain will fade and close, like a wound just before it seals shut. He had only himself blame for his current condition. It all started when he challenged those marine, who, unbeknownst to him, had a person who had eaten a Devil Fruit. It was a Zoan-Type, giving him the power to transform into a beetle. This boy didn't know that such a small animal had such power, bu, of course, his opponent was within his hybrid form.

With each step he took, small spikes of pain immediately jolted upward to his nervous system, signaling him on how excruciating the soreness was. He continued to brave through this current ordeal he was facing with himself. Enduring this type of suffering would just make him stronger. Eventually this fire in his legs with soon dissipate and be replace by a stronger pair of legs at his disposal. He kept his current expression stern, hiding the reactions that may follow from the painful strides he took. He was so focused on maintain a straight face that he currently had no interest of examining the background to his small voyage. Then, a certain reminder his hit him almost with the velocity of the a gunshot. The realization was so shocking, he stop where he was. He remembered the woman he spoke to, who had a job in selling fruit. He wonders, if she had received the news of his previous capture. Then again, she may not have and that it was unable to reach her in time. He will soon find out when he once again reunites with her at her family's inn, which she told him about when he last spoke to her.

"Oh dear, I wonder, if that lady I had a pleasant conversation with before knows of my recent capture. She must be very upset. In that case, I shouldn't dwindle him much longer. I should probably get her now. She must be worried about what may happened to me." The young warrior thought, wondering how the beautiful woman was taking his previous capture, if she managed to find out about it after she had meet him earlier. He decides not to waste anymore time just standing in the middle of a road he was walking on. He soon returned to traversing through the island, each step becoming faster by the moment. These steps soon form into a running dash. He still felt the pain of his previous injuries and as such he wasn't as fast as before, but he will soon return to his original speed with given time. This was his variation on physical therapy, which he thought of as a way for his legs to go back to their usual healthy condition. After all, he can't just walk everywhere, he had to run. As he rushed through the streets of Baterilla, he altered the angle of his gaze, examining his surroundings to see where he was going.

The teenage boy continued to run as fast as his could when he had sore limbs for his legs. He wish they could heal faster to begin with. With each firm placement he took with his feet, he felt the great sting of agony penetrate through his skin and bury itself deep in his tissue. The more he increased the force of when he would slam his feet onto the ground, the more he would feel the soreness of his previously broken limbs. He bears with the nagging sensation in his limbs as he shifts the angle of his head in various directions steadily in order to analyze the current area he found himself to be in. He decided to take a quick stop and halt his movement to see where he was. He altered his gaze to see where he was to begin with. Due to his time trapped in that small cage in the carriage while he was carried off to the island jail before, he was unsure of where to go next, so he could reunite with the beautiful woman he had meet and was able to start a friendly conversation with. She was very optimistic and lively in the way she had talked to him. She seemed like a very nice individual, who he could be good friends with. If he should happen to find himself back on Baterilla, he can always revisit the lady and her family's inn.

"Hmm, come to think of it. I never did ask her on what her name was. The first step in reuniting with the woman would be an apology in taking so long to get to her and for worrying the lady all the same. Afterwards, I will ask her on what her name was. It seemed silly to not ask her in the first place." He thought, laying out the tasks he needed to do as a way for him to solidify the circumstances that led to this point in the day. He checked the stone pavement beneath his very feet to see were he can go next. In front of him, the road splits into two pathways. The one of the right side leads into a darker, more mysterious part of town and the other on his left leads into a wide spacious area where the the brilliant light of the ever-glowing sun shine down upon all. Malik can tell, if he were to take the right pathway, he would simply end up in more trouble with criminals, bandits, and probably more marines. For now, he will play it safe and take the left path. After all, he legs had yet to heal all the way. Speaking of which, he can already feel the soreness starting to leave him.

He simply turned his gaze to his left side and began to walk in a fast, yet steady pace as the thought of meeting and talking to the pretty lady flowed through his mind, memories as smooth and lucid as water. He wondered what the establishment that was the female's family's inn looks like. He hoped they were friendly to pirates and recent criminal alike. Being sentenced to jail has one rethink the choices they make in life. Even to make a change for the better of themselves and others. He has certainly experience much in his life. This caused him to reflect on what he has been doing since he had come here. His first defeat ever at the hands of a Marine Ensign had opened his eyes, more than often. It had helped him grow into a more mature individual. He has learned from various factors in his defeat, such as estimating your opponent, pride, and strategy. He turned his sight from left to right to get a better analysis on the terrain he is currently passing. Their were not much buildings blocking the view of the sky, which allowed the sun's brilliant rays to cascade with this spacious area he tread smoothly through. As long as he was finding his way towards the inn the woman had told him, he should get to recovering on his legs.

They may be healed, but residual pain could be felt in his flesh and possibly even bone. He can thank Steele for the very attack that broke them before. He was thankful on the facilities they utilized to help sustain his previous injuries he had gained as a result of his defeat at the ensign he fought. It was difficult to move on foot earlier, now he was already running. However, it wasn't at his full speed, but he was certain they will heal when he got to the lady he spoke with at the produce establishment. He knows for certain that if he keeps walking at a fast pace as he is now, it would steadily over-stress his legs, which had just healed from being broken. That does not mean they are as good as new at this time. While he progressed with each step he took, he managed to spotted a bench where he could relax. Decided to take a break from walking and walked over to the comfortable-looking seat. When he was an appropriate distance away from the horizontally long chair, he adjusted himself and sat down. After which, he took in a deep breath and exhaled gently.

As he was sitting peacefully on the highly comfortable bench, releasing pent up stress from both trying to find the beautiful woman he was talking to before as well as the repetitive strain his sore legs put on his body, He simply looked up towards the crystal blue skies that remained motionlessly as they wore. The cotton white cloud drifted softly and aimlessly across from above the island, seemingly not caring where they go. Staring at such weightless objects had certain thought running through the inner workings of his mind. There quite childish, but he could help just thinking about them. He wonder what it would feel like to be a cloud. A mass of evaporated moisture simply float around without a care in the world, free to goo without the force of gravity restricting you. This, of course, came from another thought. It was wanting to know how it felt to fly high in the sky alongside the prevailing winds, like that of a majestic bird of sorts. If he was very fortunate, the power he was searching for may give him a variation on this capability to begin with. When he decided to takes his sight off the cool blue above, he swiftly adjusted his gaze to start as the buildings of the town in front of himself.

"Hmm, now that I think about it more in a more intricate manner, my search for the Sand-Sand Fruit was what start the very situation that got me sent to jail." The adolescent pirate thought to himself, reflecting on what mistake that branded him a criminal in the eyes of the government. He was so fixated, excited, and determined to get a Devil Fruit that he was blind by confidence. The defeat he suffered soon after allowed him to gain experience and mature into a more powerful fighter. Now that he was out of Baterilla's jail, he was going to need to move about without any suspicion. He was n enough trouble with the marine on this land mass, he doesn't need to make himself more infamous. After all, the more infamy a pirate draws, the more dangerous and well-known they become. If his bounty was somewhere in the group of millions, then, he would be surrounded by practically an army of soldier from the government. Malik admits he was powerful in his own right, but he was still a human being and there was only so much he could do on his own and with his legs still sore from his last confrontation with Steele, he can hardly fight the way he wants to at the moment.

He turned his gaze to look behind himself. When he did, he saw a lovely, wide-open space of grass, who's blades dance along in the wispy breezes. He looked from right to left, examining the structure of the large patch of land before his eyes. It was spacious, but not too much and it provided plenty of room for him to reacquaint himself with his talent in close-combat. If he were to wait any longer, his skills would become rusty. Turning away from the grass-cover patch of land behind him for a moment, he stood up from the smooth bench that serve as a comfy seat started to walked towards the spacious area he could use as a training field. When his left shoe-covered foot took the first step in the  meadow-like land, he could feel a slightly sensation of relief and embrace. It was as if the beauty of the field was welcoming him. Either way, he was calm and collected, more that he usually was. Take multiple steps further into the large area around his tall figure, he smoothly breathed in the fresh air that permeated the atmosphere unnoticeable floating about around him. He smelled refreshing in the teenage boy's opinion.

Believing he had walked far enough into the field, he decided to stop. This halted his movement temporarily as he stood nearly in the middle of the patch of healthy land around himself. All that time he was walking he was entirely pulled from the pain from his residually wounded legs that tried to make itself know him. In the very moment he had stopped, he became aware at the nagging the sensation in his calves and inwardly thanked the beauty of the patch of land he was standing on. While he stood where he was, he moved both of his hands to the straps of his blue pack. He then, removed the straps and took the object off of his back. Afterwards, he used his left hand to swing it around to his corresponding side. He simply released his hold and let it drop to the ground. The pack managed to land close to his left foot. He then, switched to his combative position, focusing to now one in particular as he was motioning himself to attack. First he was going to utilize attack with his legs, which will help get them back to their healthy condition. After he finishes his training, he will go and find the pretty lady's family inn, immediately afterward. He performed a basic kick with his right leg. He quickly felt the pain emanating from his calf, but it quick dissipated. He wasn't going to let this soreness slow him down in practice one bit. He quickly retracted his foot and set on the group and repeated the same action with his left leg with a sharp sling follow soon after also. He was determine to rid himself of this pain and when he was done, he will continued where he left off from his search for a Devil Fruit.

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