"You ask where I want to go, brother? Let's just say Fishman Island is my first stop; we'll see if I continue further into the New World after that..."
"Well, that's good enough for me. I was hoping to recruit a few good Fishmen when we pass through there, we ought to be spending a few days in the good old homeland as well."
"Let me warn you, brother. I am a lot tougher than you think, you may not be able to finish your fight that easily. We're two fishmen, and the sea is right there, so what are we waiting for?"
A wolfish grin crept onto the musician's face. "You read my mind, brother."
Sagara left his guitar leaning against his amp on top of the hill, nodding at the newly arrived Daikan. "Mind watching the equipment for me, Dai?" With his gear having somebody to watch over it, he followed the other Fishman to the water and dove in eagerly.
Facing his enemy underwater, the Fishman allowed himself to float lightly with the current that flowed through the area, positioning himself into a fighting stance as he waited for the other of his kind to make a move. The two held position until at last the other martial artist gave a brief nod, signalling the start of the duel as he rushed forwards through the water.
The two Fishmen exchanged a rapid series of expertly timed blows, neither landing a clean hit. Each fighter used the opening to assess the movements of the other, neither making a true attempt to incapacitate the other yet. Sagara broke the stalemate first, abruptly shifting to his full speed and slipping a flurry of swift punches past his opponent's guard that shoved the angler back through the water in what seemed like a daze.
Charging in to capitalize on the opportunity, the spinner shark was caught by surprise as Ankoushi's foot caught him on the chin and stopped his rush short as his head snapped back. Recovering and flipping himself forward, Sagara found his skull meeting the followup blow from the other Fishman and knocking him senseless for a moment.
Shaking his head to regain his concentration as the blood leaking from his nose drifted off into the ocean, the musician recovered in time to spot the angler's signature appendage swinging towards him like a whip. Grinning, the shark Fishman's hand snapped out to grab hold of the angler in order to yank his opponent in for a close range battle. With the two of them forced into close quarters, the martial artists wordlessly exchanged blow after blow, neither backing down. Eventually, Ankoushi managed to bring a leg between himself and the spinner shark in order to push away in what seemed like a retreat.
Sagara frowned, swiftly following the angler. Confused, he swam along as he figured that the other Fishman wasn't truly running away, the tide of battle hadn't shifted against him. He quickly received an answer as Ankoushi spun around, sending a shockwave of water right at him with a swing of his leg. Oh shit!
Without the time to pull out of his charge and dodge, Sagara instinctively raised his arms to protect himself. His normally blue skin rapidly shifted to a black tone as he hardened his body in preparation to take the attack. While his Haki prevented him from being diced up like sushi, the Fishman was nonetheless forced back from the sheer pressure of the attack. The angler closed in again to follow up on his technique. Alright then, it's only fair I reply in kind to an attack that strong.
Waiting until the last moment as Ankoushi closed in, Sagara suddenly dodged underneath the incoming angler, drawing his right fist back with its Haki coat still in place. "Yonsenmaigawara... Seiken!" Putting his full weight into the attack, Sagara slammed his hardened fist into the other Fishman's gut, the raw force of the strike hurling the martial artist out of the water and onto the shore once more. Following his fellow Fishman, Sagara emerged from the ocean as well.
The two faced each other, both breathing hard. Wordlessly they charged once more, speaking only with fists, kicks, and the occasional headbutt or other less conventional technique. Finally, the two collided one last time with a cross-counter. Ankoushi lost his footing and rolled for a moment before regaining a standing position, while Sagara skidded back and dropped to one knee.
"Do you still wanna keep going...?"
Sagara picked himself up, surprise momentarily crossing his features at the offer of his opponent to continue. Flinging back his head, the Fishman laughed openly. "Totototototo! This is great! Amazing! Of all the fellow Fishman Karate users I've sparred with, only Boss Jinbei's been better than you! Hell yeah, let's keep going!" He paused to spit out a mouthful of blood before getting back into his own fighting stance. Giving a bloody grin, he prepared to attack again when a roar of thunder suddenly reached the dueling pair. His head snapped to look into the direction of the noise, frowning. "What's Boss Ukkonen doing...?"
He turned back to the angler. "Sorry, looks like I'll have to take a raincheck on the rest of our match. But you've more than earned a ride on our ship with that battle. The name's Sagara. What's yours, brother?"
Once the Fishmen had been properly introduced to each other, Sagara waded back into the ocean. "Time to check up on the others, the boss is on the move for some reason."
Concentrating, the spinner shark dipped his hands into the water. "Fishman Jujutsu: Mizugoro." Grabbing hold of the flowing waters as if they were a tangible object, the Fishman spun with his "handful" of water several times to build up momentum. "Kairyu Ipponzeoi!" Sagara hurled the current upwards, creating a torrent of water that blasted upwards into the sky with its creator riding atop it.
Flying through the air on his water spout, Sagara's path took him past the tree where his captain had recently unleashed his attack. Saluting the transformed Zoan user, the musician bowed his head in respect as he passed. "Looking for your own prey, Boss? The opponents around here seem to be pretty fun."
Waiting until the spout had gone a bit further, he jumped off and dropped freely to the ground where he landed lightly on his feet near Oz and Little. He picked his guitar back up from where he had left it, slinging it over his shoulder once more "Damn. Looks like you won this one, bro. I'm not complaining through, my fight was fun as hell. How was the swordsman? Looks like he proved himself too if you two are just talking."
Feeling like he was ignoring something, the Fishman glanced over to where a young looking pirate was making a scene nearby. "Uh... What does the kid over there want?" He raised his voice to call out as he moved a bit closer to the scene. "Hey, what're you yelling about? You look kinda familiar, have I seen you somewhere...?"
"Oh wait, I know! You're that rookie, aren't you...? The... Maroon Deuce. Yes, that's it." He nodded with certainty. "It's good to see how spirited the youth can be, but you're a bit too young to be traveling with us. I bet Oz would still be willing to induct you into his religion though. OI, OZ!" He yelled over his shoulder to the fellow Pandemonium Pirate.
"I think this Maroon Deuce kid wants to join the church or something!"
(Upon some discussion, Diez and I decided to say we stopped at 19-19 HP so as to keep ourselves fresher for plot events and stuff. If that's cool with @