The Sailor

The former thief passed out to young and old. Giving special care to the elderly and the children before moving onto the adults to feed. She would probably get into trouble with her chief later but she knew he couldn’t stay mad because of why she had done it. “Huh? Oh Leila.” She smiled down at the boy before handing some more food out. “And what’s your name?”

“My name is Sinbad, pleasure to meet you Leila.” The teen gave a smile before turning and passing out to an older woman whom trembled a bit as she took the bread from him, he smiled further and bent to her, kissing the stranger upon the cheek as if she were someone of his beloved family. “You alright there grandma?” He asked once he pulled away but noticed the beads of water in her eyes. “Ah..” He reached inside his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief before wiping her tears away. “It's okay grandma, don't cry.” He put his fingers to his cheeks and gave her a big bright smile which resulted in her chuckling softly and ruffling his hair.

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“I assume you mean the coliseum then. That’s where most warriors go to train their skills and become gladiators.”

"Coliseum?" Sin's face lit up after that and he was eager to go see it for himself. "Can you show me where it is, Judal?"

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Leila watched in amazement as he passed out the good to the poor in front of her. There was definitely not a boy like him. That was for sure. Awestruck at the events she had witnessed she hurried back into one of the carts and pulled out a sack of extra wares fool of food. “Wait kid!” she called out to him while huffing lightly. “Help me pass them out.” she opened up the sack to reveal the food inside. She would never do this but seeing the boy inspired her.

Sinbad stopped immediately when he was called out to, a grin spreading over his features when she asked him to help her pass out the food, and in that instant he was glad she had decided to do this. “Alright.” He agreed, taking arms full of food before he went around and started passing it out to the needy and the poor, he was impressed that she had decided to act, most of the time people were not impressed with his selflessness—but he was glad for her kind heart. “Ne ne, miss?” When he had her attention and was taking a bit more to pass out, he glanced up at her. “What's your name?”

This was bad. He hadn’t intended on this, rather, he was going to use Sinbad as a distraction to escape. Though fate had a different turn for him as he ran and ended up closer to to the sailor. He was right there and his first instinct was to latch on to the one whom held more power than him. So he did just that, his hands gripping onto Sinbad as a feral hiss left him. A hiss that sounded more like a threatened animal.

He didn’t want to die. No not yet. Though he wasn’t sure what he had to live for exactly, he’d come far too far to die by the hands of those men just yet! Those beasts that’d already used him to the fullest extent. So now, as he held onto the other, watching as the sailor unsheathed his blade, the assassin also took a breath and stepped to the side, pulling free his daggers.

He brought this burden to this man whom had tried to save him after all and if he was going to die, he’d go swinging. “Like hell I’m letting you do this alone!” This was the man whom was going to save him right?! Then like hell he’d let him fight on his own. Though in that instant, he blinked as a shot of lightning became part of his blades, his head tilting at the current that surrounded it and the seal mark that became part of his blades.

"Huh…" Lightning…he could feel it, coursing through the both of them. In that instant, power rushed through his body and sound, he found himself more excited than ever really to fight! Suddenly, nothing could beat him! He’d destroy those insects! "Alright! Let’s go kill their asses!"

Most of the Sham Lash who’d by now caught up and were ready in their positions, now against the two vessel users. This would end wonderfully of course. And the first to act was Ja’far who dove for the shadows with a good handful of men after him. This was easy for him though. Just a few weaker assassins? Please.

“Thank you Baal...” Sinbad whispered under his breath, surprised when he heard a response back from the djinn itself almost like a whisper through his ears, but he was sure only he had heard it.

'You are most welcome, my esteemed king.'

With that in mind, he rushed at the shadows to the other side, using Baal's sword to guide him through the darkness, it didn't take long until he had assassins diving at him from all angles, however, he was most shocked to realize that a protective barrier had been placed over him and they seemed to bounce off the shield with a sickening crack.

'I do not approve of this violence, but it seems it cannot be helped. I shall aid, without the use of it.'

Sinbad felt relief flood through his body, finally moving while the assassins continued to try and get through the protective barrier that Valefor was placing over him, in that instant the two djinn were working together and complaining inside the metal vessel from what he could hear about how ridiculous this whole situation was. Baal of course, you would think favored a more violent approach, while Valefor was scolding him about using the lightning to fry them. It was almost comical and even Sinbad found it hard to concentrate with the two bickering like that.

"Guys as funny as this is! I am trying to concentrate!'

The former thief was surprised by the amount of money this boy carried with him. “H-how…?” never in her life as a merchant or a thief had she seen so much gold. “O-Oh right sorry.” she quickly went and grabbed a little of everything like he asked. Fruits, jewelry, pottery, clothes, just like he asked. “Ah here you go.”

#honest-merchant #All that money would he's a bit ridiculous

"It's okay pretty lady, a lot of people react that way." He scooped up the things she'd gotten for him, leaving some of the jewelry there, because he had plans for those pieces, and after he was done turned and started passing out the items that he'd just bought to those whom couldn't afford it for themselves. Sinbad once finished with evenly distributing what he could among the people, went back and placed the jewelry inside his satchel. Those would make for good metal vessels later. “Thank you pretty miss~”

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“What brings you to Reim?”

"Ah well people said this was a good place to train."

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"…" Just like that? He was leaving?

For a moment, the boy only sat up and watched as the other turned from him, walking now, away from the assassin. A knot formed in his chest and pain began to rise within him.

Were these tears that were falling?

'No…it's better this way.' The child let his mind wander, though the darkness, the loneliness that overcame him was choking him.

'I don't want to kill him.'

"Tsk…" Slowly, he pushed himself up, though as he was about to push after to follow and observe him, a hiss left him at the feeling of a blade narrowly missing him, only marking his neck.

"Oh goddamnit they found me!" No choice then! Sinbad wanted him so bad? He’d get the full brunt of what the assassin was warning him of. The boy then turned, swiftly following after the sailor, knowing full well that the other assassins were now after he himself as well.

'Fucking hell!'

He felt Ja'far latch to him and immediately heard the commotion behind him, his hand had already closed around Baal's handle and the sword was drawn probably much faster than he had intended, but in the end he turned and faced those cold murderous eyes and probably did something that would have given anyone else cause for concern. As the assassins closed in on them, he wrapped a tight arm around Ja'far, and spoke a command to Baal.

He gripped the blade tighter and brought his fingers across the metal. “Spirit of Wrath and Heroes, give me the power to crush thine enemy, and drag them to hell.” For a moment it didn't seem like anything was going to happen, but finally the blade lit up with a blue light, and lightning started to flicker here and there before Sinbad brought his eyes back to the group. “Fine come die then!”

The merchant stretched out before yawning. “Fruits, jewels, pottery, clothes, and a few weapons and armor on the side but not much there.” She told the shorter boy while looking over her shoulder to check over the wares. “So what is it you need?”

“Hm...well..” He placed the entire pouch down and shoved it at the woman behind the stand, a smile gracing his features in that instant, that was what he had to spare at the moment of the dungeon money and it was more than enough that it'd have given anyone who wasn't expecting the large sum a heart attack. “How about a little bit of everything then?” He didn't really need it, but he didn't mind giving the money to someone who could actually use it more than he himself.

"I’m telling you there’s no saving me you fucktard! They’ll just come and kill you too!" Just like Mahad and Vittel…He didn’t want to see that happen- No, wait, he didn’t care! He didn’t! This asshole wasn’t worth caring for!

'But he pulled you free.'

'No! Shut the fuck up you asshole! I don't care!'

There was no reason to. This guy was going to die just like the rest. And he wanted to live for one. He wanted to life without breaking again so feebly. “Let me go!”

“Fine I will.” Sinbad got up and just like that, the assassin was free, but instead of standing his ground he turned to go into the market place. “I'm not forcing you to do anything, Ja'far, but I'm really going to be sad if I hear you died- so fuck you too.” He wasn't very happy but he wasn't going to enslave someone to make them come along. It had to be the assassin's choice.

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The merchant yawned wondering why in the world would the bazaar be open at this late hour but decided not to question it. “Huh? Oh evening what can I get for you?”

“Oh hello-” He blinked a bit when asked what she could get for him, he'd just been in the whole mess of getting a few men to leave some women alone, and blinked again as he processed the question. “Oh...uh-” did he even have anything on him? He checked his pockets and found a small bag of coins and breathed a sigh of relief as he approached the stand. “What do you have?”

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“Sin it is then. I’m Judal.”

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"Nice to meet you then."

"LIKE HELL I’M LETTING SOME LITTLE STUCK UP BRAT CLAIM ME! What makes you think I’d even cooperate for you anyway!!? BESIDES! THE OTHERS WILL CHASE YOU DOWN AND DESTROY YOU! LET ME GO!" The hell even? One moment he’s consoling him, the next moment telling him he’d use him, he no longer wanted anything to do with this confusing dick! He just wanted him to die so he could go back to his normal life! So he could stop feeling these conflicting emotions already!

He already knew Ja'far was going to react that way and quite frankly he wasn't surprised, instead he just ignored the outlash toward him in favor of leaning down toward his ear, being careful not to get smacked should he attempt to headbutt him. “I'm trying to save you stupid, why do you think I'm not killing you?”