One Piece Story
This contains spoilers
"Li Renshu... protect Luffy, the person that you're seeking will be him."
"How would I know?" he turns to the person in question and keeps his eyes on him watching for signs of movement and truth.
"He is my...
The smell of unmasked blood and sweat permeated in the swells of the air. The air; dry and itchy as he inhaled and exhaled.
He was up against the stone hard wall and his hands were jaded behind him in iron cuffs. Exhaustion imbued in his every fiber. Wounds — still hurting from his previous battle, until; eventually stress overtook his ability to breathe.
His hand clenched against itself, marks forming in crescent shapes as it reddened. He stopped and in a forward motion he swung his right hand with ferocity as he one sidedly cut his iron cuffs.
The same action he did with his other hand. He fell to the floor with a silent thud and he glanced at the cuffs holding his two legs.
He brought one of his hands down to his face and checked for the laceration marks. Determining from his wounds, from the looks of it, how long he had been bonded against the wall.
From the severity of the red ragged marks, Ren concluded he had been imprisoned for ten hours.
He got up and sliced his arm like a knife getting rid of the cuffs attached to his ankle. Cold eyes stared down like icy as the clouds on a stormy night, filled with uncertainty snow showers.
He walked across to the prison bars and watched the iron bars fall from his little movement he made with his arms.
With his Kenbunshoku Haki, he looked for a certain fiery individual. His head turned left and right constantly looking for Ace.
He couldn't see more than the area he was in. His ability to observe more was blocked and to see beyond the linings of this area was limited.
It was futile.
Ren wasn't able to sense even a snippet of Ace's presence. Crestfallen in his findings. His expression contorted significantly in anguish. Until a voice spoke out.
