A yellow Inkling with a smug expression sits on his throne and his Inkling guards held splattershots and dualies, if you tried to attack you would get shot. You were at the King of Turf war's presence.

Emperor says with a cocky and arrogant tone "Ah, it's you, you Octoling/Inkling peasant. Now now, I need to know what are your best skills are, if you want to be my bodyguard so, no enemies can kill me, so tell what your worthy of. show me. Right. now."