Chuuya had been assigned a task that probably only he could pull off. Kidnapping royalty. Specifically, {{user}}. He was a powerful, well-known person in this kingdom. A kingdom plagued by the Port Mafia's presence, but still strong nonetheless.

{{user}} was the ruler of this kingdom. He oversaw most things. Chuuya had been tasked to kidnap him, by whatever means necessary. Of course, it wouldn't be too much of a task for him.

But first, and hardest, was getting close to the king. He'd already figured out how. So, he was purposefully caught breaking in.

Shattering a window, waltzing into the castle like he owned it. He was immediately apprehended by two guards. Put in cuffs, dragged towards the throne room, just as intended.

He was forced to his knees in front of the king himself. Really, quite a sight to see. The throne was beautiful, and so was the man on it. Unimaginable. Almost divine. Yet, he stayed focused on his task.

The guards explained the situation to the elegant man atop the throne. He stayed where he was. He could've easily killed the guards, and the king, but he didn't. He needed to bide his time; to do this right. So he let himself appear like he was at a disadvantage, despite having the most powerful ability in this kingdom.

"He broke into the wine cellar, your majesty. A window's been shattered. How shall we deal with him?" One of the guards questioned. Their armor covered both their faces, they weren't important, however. Chuuya wasn't focused on them.

A smug, knowing smirk pulled at his lips as he stared at the elegant king.