"Down! Up! Down! Up!" A large, Canine, Mink would tell Tenzen as he crouched and rose. The barbell that he held being of unimaginable weight, for someone his size. Tenzen, after he had been hit with that Age Devil fruit, wasn't only sent back in age but in size. No longer being six foot four inches, but five foot and eleven inches. Compared to the size of many people within Paradise, and not to mention New World, he was short. Many people would tower over him and thing their height, and muscle mass, made them Superior. Though, Tenzen knew that no one was superior than him he would train his body to it's absolute limits. Sweat dripping from every part of his body, as this wasn't his first work out. He had been doing more the entire time he has been here, which has been a week. Arriving not that long after he had left Marineford, escaping someone that was posing as Anubis. He been thinking about that a lot. Not someone impersonating that srub but the ability to do so, as he wanted to. And with his Devil Fruit it shouldn't be hard at all to do such a thing.

"Hey, the News Coo just arrived!" Someone would say as they would barge into the room. Waving the news coo back and forth, as he walked over to Tenzen and the Mink. Tenzen wouldn't stop working out as the Mink stopped talking to read the News Coo. Where they currently were at was the living district. This Mink had bought a entire building and turned it into a gym, with many levels. This level was at the tip top of the seventeen story building, and was for special people. People like Tenzen or someone at the same skill level. Where they could train without people focusing on them more than themselves. Tenzen also was paying to get some training from this Mink.

Training Room:

"Take a break, Tenzen. And read this." The Mink would say as he would place the paper on a table and head out of the room. He needed to go check downstairs for something, and probably won't be back today. Tenzen would be fine with that as he had been training for ten hours straight and could use this break. Tenzen would drop the weight on the ground behind him and walk over to table, which also had his Den Den Mushi on it. He would read over the News Coo. It spoke about the Yonko, The Red King, playing games with the Pirate King. Something that he found funny, and wished he was there. As though Tenzen no longer sought the head of Oceanus he still did accept him as the King of Pirates. The next, main, article was talking about the anniversary of when two up children, what he calls them, took down two Shichibukai. Tenzen really didn't care about the Shichibukai, as they didn't have any true purpose. Just Pirates that were given leeway to do whatever they wished; only having to do few acts to keep that trust. Tenzen though wouldn't mind becoming one if he could, since he was now branded a Pirate. Even though is was just a criminal of Justice.

"Oh, this was fast." Tenzen would say as the next main article would be for him. He did not think that they would allow what he did to be published. Maybe put his new bounty, which he though would've been higher, and say that he was a extremely dangerous person. As he continued to read he wondered if he would need to lay low or use this as a way to become more. Become a symbol that stood for what is right. Not a foolish Pirate. Or a self righteous Revolutionary, who just want a power grab. He could become more and help the World become a better place. A place within his own image. He would though need to do something to grow his fame, and also a place to become his own. Skipping the Titan article he would see something that would do just that.

"Bingo!" He would say as he would slam his hands onto the table, as he grew in excitement.  But then concern came into his mind. He wasn't prepared at all for something of that scale, he was still lacking. He needed a divine sword and also needed to cut with his strings better, after what happened on Marineford. He couldn't cut the impostor, even if he was using his Clone to do so. As his Clone was the strongest thing he could create at this point. And if that couldn't do it then he wouldn't be able to stand against those he wishes to take out. The Yonko, Admirals, and Revolutionaries wouldn't be fazed by him.

"I will do better." Tenzen would say as he would split his energy in two, creating a clone of himself. And he would turn around to face the Clone. His biggest obstacle was himself right now. So, he would face off against himself. Later though he would have to see if he could go and get a sword forged.

Hours would pass by and Tenzen would be laying on the floor, exhausted as his Clone stood over him. Going at someone that wouldn't get fatigues was tough, and he had lost. He couldn't even cut the Clone with the weapons that where here, but he knew that. That was another reason he needed a good sword. As if he couldn't even cut his clone he wouldn't be able to deal damage to anyone more durable. To regain his energy he would absorb the Clone, and also go wash up. And afterwards he would relax in this room of his, as he didn't want to roam the streets without a destination. He would make calls to various people trying to find out who on this Island could forge him something great.

Giovanni had finished the creation of his project Zulfiqar only a few hours ago. He was taking no time to rest to deliver his greatest work thus far to the hungry swordsman who sought a divine blade. He wore his purple high collared shirt with his bandana binding his hair back against his back and his usual bottoms and shoes. In one hand he grasped a cloth wrapped sword in its scabbard. It was angled backwards so it rested on his shoulder, like how soldiers held their rifles in an idle position when marching. He wanted to keep the weapon in tip top shape and have a formal presentation of the masterpiece when he debuted it. This was unlike Giovanni, but this sword was special and was the product of years of pent of muse.

Along with Zulfiqar, he had a large well crafted steel greatsword on his back. He had just bought it from a weapon shop called Targe's Arms up the street on the way to the location. He hadn't tested his work yet, but he was confident in his crafting abilities that it'd be able to cleave even this large slab of steel in half in the hands of a proficient swordsman. Giovanni stopped in front of the seventeen story building. According to his source, the one who was looking for a great sword was here. Pushing against the door, Giovanni saw that the place wasn't completely empty, but definitely had a lack of people in it for its size. He saw there were a few people with swords possibly for showcasing and offering here as well. "I'm here to make my sword legendary. Where is the swordsman who's searching for a divine blade?" He reeked of confidence as he continued forward through the entrance to the center of the room.

Everyone already there was looking at him of course, but they rolled their eyes at him and continued to wait in silence or converse amongst themselves. To say such a thing in the face of his competition was bold, but Giovanni believed he had the best product to offer. "Did he bring a back up in case his first offering doesn't get picked?" Two blacksmiths were chattering amongst themselves about Giovanni, but he ignored them and continued to wait for some direction. He wasn't about to wait here with the rest of the riff-raff of Baltigo for long. There were some doors with a sign beside them that had a picture of stairs. There was also a guard of some sort near them to stop people from proceeding to the higher floors,, but Giovanni would force his way up if need be.

There was a pile of broken blades behind Tenzen, and he was getting a point he'd just forge his own blade. The room used to be packed as ever person that called themselves a Blacksmith, on Baltigo, had come to prove their blade. Sadly, no one has even come close to prove anything other than a waist of time. "Next!" Tenzen would say as someone would approach him with a claymore. Tenzen would grab it and check out the weight, having to hold it with both hands, and would actually think this would be the one. He had his Clone, though it's face was covered, standing right beside him. There was only one true way to test out a blade, and that was on someone. So, he had been using them to try and cleave his clone in half.

Quickly and with as much force he could muster he'd lash out with the claymore, but the same result as before would follow. the entire blade breaking upon impact. "Please, can someone bring me a Blade among blades? Are their no true craftsmen among us? Maybe it is just me. So if anyone can cut this person in half, I will purchase your blade." Tenzen would say, growing tired of swinging them himself. If anyone had a decent blade it'd be able to cut through the clone, as it was just a bit weaker than it's original version. But even in this state not many things would be able to faze it at all. He'd let each and everyone take a turn and when someone finally did he'd pay them. Simple as that. Also, he'd give them his Den Den Mushi number, if they wanted it. So, that he could purchase from them int he future. He'd also have a few words with them afterwards.

Soon enough from the first floor a shuffle of a myriad of footsteps could be heard. Next the doors to the stars had opened and a bunch of disappointed looking men and women filtered out of the doorway and ultimately the building. Some of them had swords with broken handles in their hands and others just had what bit of their pride they could scrape up with them. The guard to the stairs was a man in a black suit and he held the doors open, but said nothing. Soon enough the blacksmiths on the first floor began to make their way to and up the stairs and where they'd find themselves was the second floor where Tenzen was. Broken blades littered the floor and the room reeked of various metals. Giovanni just scoffed at what he saw in an arrogant way as he walked with the rest of the pack a comfortable distance to Tenzen.

"Please, can someone bring me a Blade among blades? Are their no true craftsmen among us? Maybe it is just me. So if anyone can cut this person in half, I will purchase your blade."

There were a few murmurs amongst the crowd at this declaration and it made sense why. Usually a sword wasn't tested on a person, but this was a strange world indeed. Giovanni didn't expect many Blacksmiths to have the heart to draw blood unless it was completely necessary like most people, but he had no problem with it. If that was the task, his sword would cut this person right in half and not have a knick on its edge. "That's all?" He declared this boldly as he obnoxiously muscles his large fram through the crowd of people. Rolling his shoulders, he shrugged the large greatsword off his back and it fell to the ground with a heavy thud, not a clank. "I can even get a refund on the test sword I brought." All eyes were on him for the most part and he enjoyed every moment of it, because this was the unveiling of the most powerful sword there would ever be.

He kicked some blade scraps out of his way with his sandal clad foot without harming himself, then he crouched down. Like offering a sacrifice to a grand deity, he laid Zulfiqar down in its cloth wraps. Unraveling it, like one would carefully remove the robe of a woman they were prepared to make sweet love to, sensually, once the blade in its sheathe was exposed, he grabbed it. One hand on the scabbard, one of the handle of the sword. He held it above his head like a fisherman would a large fish he just reeled in proudly. He did this so all eyes were now on his masterpiece and the craftsmanship of it could be appreciated, because it was truly a one of a kind sword. There was still a small wave of chatter going on behind him, but he didn't pay it much mind.

Finally he clicked the scabbard about an inch open. The light in the room wasn't harsh or strong, but it showcased the topaz tinted blade of the weapon well and the light reflected only off the razor sharp edge the katana had. Finally in one swift motion, Giovanni ripped off the scabbard and drew the katana simultaneously as he jumped out to the testing dummy and lashed the brilliant blade at it. Should Giovanni's center mass be a clock, the sword slash originated from 10 o'clock and sliced through to 4 o'clock, albeit out in front of him only cleaving straight through the bundle of strings. He was surprised there was no blood and bone resistance at first, but he figured it made sense in the end. With his strength, even though the blade was crafted out of titanium, even diamond itself could be cut.

The grand debut complete, he quickly sheathed the sword to make the spectacle that much more mysterious and making the audience want another look at the weapon. "Personally since the weapon's for you, I think you should have given it a try. These muscles aren't for show."

'What a beautiful blade.' Tenzen would stop himself from reaching out to grab the finely crafted katana the large man would reveal. He just stood there though he would clinch his fist a bit. Right now he was a spoiled rich kid in a candy shop. He had tasted all of the other candies but none were to his liking, until now. As even though he wasn't wielding it he could hear it calling to him, if that made sense. He had this feeling only one other time in his life; and that was back on his home island Wano when he was with his Father. A blade that his Father was given to him as a gift from the Shogun. Oh how jealous Tenzen was, but hopefully not anymore. Tenzen, if not in his right mind, would've just told the man to just take his money. But, he couldn't just take it due to appearance. He needed something to deal with tough foes, not for show.

Tenzen's eyes would widen as he watched the man slash out at the clone, ' Break and Defend.' He would mentally say to give it a command. This is how most of the blades broke, well the promising ones. Having the Dummy create a katana of it's own and striking back to sever the blade that was being tested. But, this time the outcome was different. The Clone, nor it's blade, stood a chance at all.

For a few seconds Tenzen looked around to see a few people's faces. They were surprised no blood came from the Dummy clone, as they thought it was a real person. But rather the dummy would begin to lose color and be revealed to be a bundle of string. Tenzen would walk over, first going to the pile of strings, kneeling down he would speak pick some up. "These strings, as you probably guessed, aren't ordinary. They are no joke either, as their strentgh and durability are almost second to none. Well, that is what I used to think."  Tenzen would rise up and look around the room once more and then to the large man. Standing a few feet away from him.

"I honestly wish I did test that blade out myself, but if I am able to purchase it I doubt I won't be able to soon. Right now I can give you a cool Seventy million right now. " Tenzen would say. Many around would be shocked at how much he was offering for just one sword. If accepted Tenzen would head over to the corner and pick up a sack and bring it over to the Old Man. All that needed to happen was the Old Man accepting and handing Tenzen the sword. The paying amount being in gold and fine jewels, along with a log pose and the number to Tenzen's den den mushi. After they would exchange Tenzen would leave, eager to use his blade. As he reached and grabbed it he held it up high before lowering it.

With this new blade he just knew he could, finally, change the world. And he would hopefully hear from the Blacksmith again.


ooc: I hope my post is okay

Sword taken
70mil beli left
Log pose left
Den Den mushi number left
[exit]

Giovanni was happy to see the swordsman was pleased with his product, who wouldn't be? Gadly handing over the masterpiece in exchange for payment and much more, the room was empty with just the two in it before he knew it. "We will surely stay in touch. The name is Giovanni Matías." He wouldn't ask for the swordsman's name in exchange. The guy seemed like one of those types who liked to remain anonymous and under the radar. Even the place h chose to conduct his business was a place for people of that background. Very exclusive and covert, though the building itself was obviously eye catching.

While his newly found business partner would take his leave, Giovanni would stay back and examine some of the broken blades and handles on the floor. Perhaps inspiration for his next piece would come from such examination. It was only him alone in this room and he enjoyed the time alone to think and explore different ideas in his head. He even found a new way of thinking by picking up the blade pieces and trying to imagine what the rest of the weapon looked like. Beyond that, just trying to put two pieces of shattered blades together that obviously didn't fit, birthed new ideas for Giovanni to capitalize on one day.

He even thought about taking the scraps home with him and melting them down for a new project, but he wanted to rest his creative lobe for a while and focus on himself and his own ventures now that he had put out such greatness. Now with a Log Pose he even had free realm to travel, all he would need was a ship and with the payment he received that wouldn't be hard to acquire either. Things were looking up.

[Exit]

Payment deducted and added to my total, as well as Log Pose. EP added to my account as well, per occupation rules.