The Five Kings: First Step

Hopian 40.5 - My 99th Pals!

Three months prior to the current events of the story, in the middle of the Hopian Sea.

King Metallica's P.O.V.

"Hey! Which one of my awesome pals wants to hear another godlike story?! But not as godly as the Five Kings of course." I disclose to my new great pals! I know they can be quiet at times, but nonetheless it's nothing some quality socializing can't patch up. And what better way to do just that than with a great tale!

"What?! No way! We already listened to like twenty of them just today, I'd way rather listen to the sound of my fists destroying this thing, haha!" My young trusty crewmate, who goes by the name of "Popshot" laughs as he continues slamming his red boxing glove covered fists into a worse for wear white punching bag, with his long orange hair flailing everytime he launches a punch. Speaking of which I'll have to admit his hits can kick some major senile-oil-licker bot ass, YASHASHASHA!

"Don't be rude, he's our new companion and so we should treat him as such." Popshot's captain, Adesia, responds back in a D.E.A.D.L.Y. tone as she sits at a white clothed circular table with her eyes shut next to the awesome warrior in training, along with the rest of the super old training equipment which is in the small enclosed wooden room we're bonding in at the moment.

The many pals I've seen in here the past few days have always been telling me about "Arm Day". Sounds like a fancy, outstanding phrase I could use in the future!

"Huh? Oh come on, we won him from that fight with those sketchy guys on Magthera four days ago. His "newbie" status is already expired by a longshot so he should expect to get his ass pushed around a little." Popshot responds in a super annoyed tone as he continues to swing his arms into the punching bag, this time in a sloppier fashion.

On another note, if she really is his captain, I do find it quite certainly odd how he acts around her! If I ever met my idol, Hopian- or any of the Five Kings for that matter, I would treat them with my upmost, tip-top respect! Although, I suppose that would be impossible, as they're... dead.

"Hm? What was that? Do you need to get your "ass pushed around" a little too? I have been lacking on my training recently..." The curly black haired Captain says as she clicks her long finger nails along the table.

"Um, haha, no that's alright, sorry but I need to work on my jabs some more." Popshot says nervously like a scaredy-cat, continuing to avoid eye-contact with us as we watch him from behind. I'm sure he'll like me eventually, we just need to spend more time together!

"I thought that would be the case." She says with an E.V.I.L. smirk planted on her face as she raises her thin, red, long sleeved shirt covered arm to her face, covering her mouth with her hand as she yawns.

Speaking of mouths- I personally have always found it strange how humans have a constant need and adoration for consuming things! I've seen Popshot drink at least two of those brown mugs full of liquid today...

I know! I have a mouth too, so who says I can't eat! That'll make Popshot like me more, that way I'll be more like him- because through all of these long years, one of the things I've confirmed is that humans absolutely D.E.S.P.I.S.E. anything that's unlike themselves! Heck- some humans even hate other humans!

"Captain, are you in here?" The voice of a young lad says as he knocks from outside of the door to the training room.

"Yes, what is it?" She eviscerates the smirk off of her face as the mysterious messenger enters, "We've come within a kilometer of the trench- we're starting to throw the anchors and send out the explorer boats." He says as Popshot finally stops beating up the poor old bag.