Peaceful Horizon

Waking Up
“I can’t believe this,” Tabart spat, throwing his hands up in frustration, and the newspaper with it. It had only been three days since Tabart was saved by Admiral Ralph from the clutches of the Xros Pirates, at the expense of Foxpack’s own life, and between escaping there and arriving upon Coachella, the media had detailed their events and updated their bounties. Though, yet again, Tabart found his bounty exponentially increased, and somehow, he had been made to be the forerunner, if not the supposed leader of the Four Horseman, a term that referred exclusively to himself, Draco D. Damon, Fukuoka Soren, and Apu—all who he thought were much more talented than him in terms of combat, and pretty much everything else. “I-I didn’t even do that much!” he cried frustratingly. “It was all Damon and everyone else! All I did was stand there, holy shit won’t these people give me a break.”

However, among all, there was a distinct detail that the newspaper mentioned; his ties to the Dressrosan Royal Family. The detail itself spelled trouble. Now, every Bounty hunter would be even more on their asses to capture someone who had ties to the royalty of one of the twenty original kingdoms. But, for Tabart, what he really feared was the Royal family’s influence, and with this, it had been told that they not only were keeping tabs on him but may even actively know where he was. After all, since they had declared for his bounty to be changed from dead to simply Alive, it implied that they were quite active in their pursuit of him, and since the idea was incredibly smart, he could only conclude it was an idea proposed by Judas, the guy who found him the first time and the guy who continued to be a thorn in his ass.

Tabart leaned back onto the couch, putting his hand over his face exhaustingly. “I had thought this was all a joke when you told me all this you know?”