Pasture of Blades

Blades of Opposition
Somewhere in the New World, there's a small kingdom that's divided in two political factions: one was the "Civil Liberation Front" — focusing on the welfare of its citizens, liberating them from all signs of greed and political corruption. The other was the "Nobility Stature" — focusing on the kingdom's rule through any means necessary. For quite a while the two were at odds, until they waged war on each other no longer tolerating the other's presence in the face of the kingdom's stability.

Many battles were fought and the two sides were wearing each other down. Wanting to bring the fighting to its climax, they hired armed mercenaries to fight for their cause. It's believed that using the rest of their finances, they would pay these men to help answer the question that plagued the kingdom's minds: "Which side was just?"

The hired help came, and the two mercenary factions waged war against each other. A young silver-haired man that's well-known in the Underworld, was fighting in favor of the kingdom's nobility. Though he despised corruption, he needed the monetary gains in order to aid in his ultimate agenda: the retrieval of a "certain Devil Fruit" from his archenemy. He planned so much and made many allies in order to achieve it. He knew that he would have to dirty his hands; he wasn't ignorant. However, the thought didn't sit well with him nonetheless — wanting peace above all else.

The moment he appeared center-stage, many mercenaries were struck with fear. His reputation was well-known and because of that, he was either feared or despised; it didn't matter to him, so long as he got the job done. Upon reaching the island, he stained himself with blood — killing both civilians and mercenaries alike. Who can stop him at this point? He remained untouched for some time.

*sighs*

"Never did I imagine things would get to such a state." As he said this, he overlooked the devastation plaguing the small kingdom. "All because of those damn noble's greed." As he spat his venomous words, he continued his path — eventually leading him to the outskirts of the kingdom. It was here that the fight also spread, but not to the same degree. As he continued, he reached a beautiful pasture — one virtually untouched by all the fighting. "Wow.... this is... new? Never though this place would be so... peaceful."

As one who traversed many battlefields, he knew that fighting always led to devastation — such is the price of war. Houses destroyed, lives lost, landscapes forever scarred. He was sure that it was the same here. But as he marveled at such beauty while stained in the blood of his enemies, he felt something amiss. "Why do I get the feeling that an incredible conflict will take place here?" He hoped his worries were unfounded, but knowing his luck in this line of work, he knew that it wasn't likely. "Might as well see what's in store." As he said this, he continued walking in these wide pastures, ready for anything that comes his way.