Kaori: Liberation of Slaves(One Time Only): C Rank: Solo: Private

Kaori stood up and looked at the men through the slits in her mask with firm eyes. "I am Kaori Lareci, and if you vow to take up a new hammer. If you agree to forge yourselves a new path, a good path and live in service to your hearts. If you swear on your genitals and the fact that they'll be cut off if you desecrate this oath that you'll never return to slavery... I will be glad to stop her." Her tone was confident, powerful, and her words were like bullets through normal glass. They sunk immediately, and hit each man in the heart like a freight train from hell. One man protested saying she was too strong, her attacks too powerful. Kaori scoffed "I have no fear of power, I'm a Lareci warrior. I kill warlords and demons for fun, and go to hell to kill them again when I get bored later on!" The men all began questioning the possibility, or rather, the impossibility of Scarlet going down.

The next morning, Kaori was standing in the middle of Scarlet's' ship as more slaves was being loaded. The crew had been instructed to continue work as normal until the fight was done, and Kaori had spent the day after parting ways with the slavers talking with the guards. She told them she was going to challenge Scarlet, stating that she may not be powerful enough to beat her with force, but she was fast enough to beat her with skill. Scarlet had watched the sun rise over the deck to see her standing with her katana, and bow in plain sight. Kaori didn't give her a chance to speak, she simply vanished from sight and appeared behind her while drawing her sword. The hit was clean and directly where Kaori wanted it, but Scarlet had drawn her shotgun and pointed it at Kaori's head, pulling the trigger and reducing her to dust. She was caught off guard when an arrow, glowing bright red slammed into one of her shotguns from above her and melting through it to make the weapon useless. 'What!?' she exclaimed, looking up to see Kaori with her bow drawn. It was Kaori's ability, she could create clones of herself at will and control them with her telekinesis, just like Saia. She turned her other shotgun up towards Kaori and fired it, again she erupted into dust. 'Damnit, where are you brat!?' she hollered, turning left to right before stopping. Kaori wasn't only in front her, she was... everywhere. There was at least ten Kaori's around Scarlet, all holding a sword at the ready. Scarlet had realized that Kaori wasn't like other mages. Kaori wasn't focused on overpowering her opponents, but rather, Kaori was built for one-on-one fights with brutes. Suddenly, she felt something blast across her arm- a glowing shuriken that spun back around for a second hit. Scarlet tried to shoot it with her shotgun, but the pellets missed. That was the crux of shotguns, the spread was wide and you weren't guarenteed to hit smaller targets. The shuriken slashed her leg and caused Scarlet to fall to a knee. Realizing she was out of her league, she looked to Carver, who stood with crossed arms to let her be taken away. She closed her eyes and began putting the shotgun to her head, and as she got close Kaori was next to her, the other nine versions of her gone... just like Scarlet's arm. "You're finished." she said before slamming Scarlet in the head with the back end of her sword and knocking the captain unconscious.


Scarlet being taken down, and the crew vouched for as assistants to her defeat, the crew were all set free. Each man gave Kaori a portion of their share of pay, stating that they wanted her to know they're grateful to her. Kaori accepted it, not wanting to stain their pride. Carver had willingly gone with the guards, stating that his crew turned against him and tied him up- in reality he tied himself up. The slaves that were boarded were taken off the ship and sorted to find where they came from. After that, they were sent home either by escort, or just being sent home if they lived within the city. Kaori didn't mind her day off was ruined since she could take another anyways, and she had the satisfaction of knowing that she did something good- which was nothing to turn her nose at.