![]() ![]() are you from this part of the sea? Meaning, the Paradise?" The white-haired teen asked. "Distraction?" He thought to himself, trying to take his mind off of the pain. The ship was partially designed so that Kuzma could account for any giant-like members that would fall upon his crew. He was such a tug and even though the Infantry Force was one hell of a ship, he took up a large portion of it. how in the hell would he be able to perform any covert missions with him around. Looking to the giant figure of Scubaza, Kuzma wondered. The rookie captain just so happened to get them into a bit of trouble while he did so. These were the spoils Scubaza gathered while Kuzma had been in battle, hell, this very basket was the reason the duo had even landed upon the island in the first place. He turned to his side, a giant basket filled with foods stood by him. He sighed, truly this had become more troublesome than he would have thought. He tried to bend them as much as he could, but quickly grit his teeth as the pain was just too much for him to even bother with. ![]() But, that was a topic for another time, right now fixing his hand was the only thing he truly sought to do. He slept for quite a while, but woke up the very next morning-night time wasn't really his thing. ![]() Kuzma looked down to his bandaged hands, what laid underneath were many broken bones and swollen fingers from his battle against the treacherous Azrael. ![]()
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