Riahmant fans, I bring you the story of my trader zissouu and his being on rubi ka. Not in the traditional form of riahmant humor but I hope ya like it.
The dust begins to whirl in an unfamiliar fashion at the city gates in Newland City. A slender yet oddly shaped opifex stands in the gateway. The sun barely catches his eyes a glint shines across the street. “Hehe oh my god! He looks so goofy” “Nah mate he just looks lost haha” two men snicker and point in his general direction thinking that he doesn’t notice them with all the hustle and bustle of the crowded city streets. The slender figure stands there motionless as if reliving memories of a forgotten past, the wind whips faster around him.
The two men decide they want to cause a little trouble for the figure seeing as how he’s ignored all their slanders and jokes. “Oy mate! What’s up with this goofy get up you look like a bloody rubbish bin.” “Nah man he looks like he came from the rubbish bin.” The two men obviously making refrences to our figures rather large brimmed hat and rather large backpack Yet our figure still does not speak, instead he just stands there looking on, deep in thought looking at the all too familiar city streets.
“What are you dumb or deaf or a little of both!” the one man then pushes the figure out of spite for a lack of reaction to their barrage of jokes and insults. The other man laughs onward. In a motion as fast as a bolt of lighting our figure makes a movement fully extending his arm to knock down the first man with a rush of dust surrounding them both. “Oh so you wanna die?” the second man shouts through the dust a second later as he makes his way through the dust he finds himself face to face with a barrel of a rather old yet very exquisite weapon. With his partner on the ground with the opifex’s foot over his throat pinning him down. “You’d be wise to walk away now, she may be old yet she’s always shot striaght.” the opifex mutters in an almost unaudiable tone. The second man quickly runs away out of fear.
The opifex’s attention and barrel quickly turn directions to the man squirming under his foot. “Look mate honestly we were just messin around no hard feelings.” He begs and pleads to the opifex. “Why is it that men like yourself think they can act in a manner such as you have right here today?” the Opifex mutters. “Im going to let you go but first I want to know something from you. “Sure mate anything you want its yours just please don’t hurt me.” The face of the opifex says he’s intent on letting the man get away with his crime. “Where is she?” “WHO’S SHE? I mean I know lotsa women man the man screams out. “She the one who I once knew here, I loved her” the emotionless face leaks a tear. Just then a few members of the Newland militia stroll by.......