A Battle of Legs

A small boat docked in a massive port. The tourists leapt from the ship and happily dashed up the docks, taking in the beauty of the island. Sakura petals blew through the air as the wind rustled the massive trees. A ways from the dock stood a massive city, this was the capital of Wano. Reachable by first visiting some of the outer cities and taking various boats. Beyond the city loomed a massive castle, home to one of the four Yonko, Daddy L. Legs. Being an oddity seemed like the norm here. Minks, humans, fishmen, and giants all walked this town. However one man looked a bit off. His excessively long neck wrapped around itself, creating a scarf of limbs and body. His blue kimono sat loosely on him, it seemed to be a custom size. A amigasa sat upon his head, masking his face with shadows. A katana sat at his side and two large duffel-like bags were swung over each shoulder. This was Mort.

"Ahh geez come on get off me." He squeaked as he attempted to brush the sakura petals that blew with the wind off of him. Normally they would blow by people but for him, the left half of his kimono was pink. He stood atop one of the buildings, staring at the castle in the distance. He extended his arms out into a t pose as he looked upwards. "Wiggly Arms-Bird Mode." He shouted as he extended his arms and began beating the air with the many legs upon them. Using the power of the vibrations created from his hasshoken, Mort began to rocket into the sky. Soon the centipede-man was high in the clouds, looking down at the castle. He uncurled his neck, gripping a pierce of paper with the legs on it. His arms continued to hold him afloat as he read. "Alright according to the blueprint I murdered that dude for, the map I bought, and the castle model I stared at in the museum. The throne room should be like right there." Mort chattered to himself, tapping on of his feelers against a spot on the blueprint. He hovered into position as he placed the documents away.

"Alright Mort time to get paid." He psyched himself up for it. People said he couldn't do it, couldn't assassinate a Yonko. They were probably right but they were also offering a mountain of gold and a really cool sword, so Mort figured he could give it a shot. "Or wait maybe I could have killed them and took it. Well too late now." He shrugged as he dive bombed the castle. As he neared the stone roof he drew his seastone katana, imbuing it with haki. He pointed his other hand to the roof. "Wiggly Assassination Technique: This Is How Sex Works." He roared as the vibrations from his hand peeled the stone apart and he shot through, thrusting his blade forwards. The crashed down, cutting through something soft as his blade pierced the seat of the throne. "Hey did I do it?" He called out, as a red felt decorations fell on top of him. The room was empty. "Dammit." Mort sighed.