6 A Dedication. Part 6.

A small gull flew over the silent plaza where Sany stood surrounded by the tall and muscular men with a variety of weapons. Every single window and door that directly faced her and the men was sealed closed which also included the gate that lead to the inn. A small paddle boat appeared under a narrow bridge, splashing water around its prows. The old man who was maneuvering the boat stopped pedaling and stared at them.

Romonov turned and glared at him. The old man quickly started paddling backward.

Sany took a deep breath, focusing.

"Are you really going to fight in red heels?" a man with a big scar on his chin asked and cracked up on his own joke. Soon, his pals joined in.

"This is stupid," the dude with a rusted pipe said, charging toward Kon. "Let's get that boy."

Kon, who was standing by a bench with his arms folded, saw him coming and took a defensive stance.

"Yes! Time for some ass kicking!" Mr. Peru said and began to hover over Kon head.

A sound of metal striking against metal rang across the morning air as Kon turned his fist into a fist of steel that gleamed in the fresh sunlight. He also started walking toward the man with the pipe.

"I told you, didn't I? You'll have to go through me first." She also started charging toward the man stopped dead in his tracks. He raised his pipe. "You stay awa—"

Sany gave her violin bow, which was nothing but a stick with a string, a single swing. The top half of the pipe fell to the concrete pavement with a high pitch clatter.

The men who had been snickering at Sany's red sandals were now staring at her with their dumbstruck eyes.

Kon skidded to a stop and the metallic layers around his fist turned back into flesh. Mr. Peru settled back on his shoulder, whistling. "Hey, did you see that, Kon? I told you she is a demon."

The man threw his severed pipe away and started advancing on her. But before he could take a single step, Sany dig the tip of the stick in his throat. "Uh. Uh. Nice and easy does the trick."

The man didn't make a single move, his eyes shivering with rage and shame.

Romonov closed his hanging mouth and screamed at the top his voice. "What are you standing here for? Get her."

The men raised their weapon and charged at her. Sany's eyes flickered at her opponents as she jumped backward. A man with long hair came from her left side, bringing down his bat. Sany simply stepped to her right, swinging her armed hand, slicing the man's hair along with his bat.

"What the hell. You made me look ugly—" The man, now actually looking handsome and clean in his new hairstyle, bolted toward her with his fist raised. But Sany again merely stepped aside, sticking out her leg, tripping him and making him fly into his friend who was coming to attack her from behind.

"She is good," Kon commented as he stared at the full-grown men stumbling into each other while their homemade weapons were severed into pieces. "Does she have eyes behind her back?"

"I don't know about that," Mr. Peru said, "but that thing in her hand is definitely making one intense noise."

"What noise?" Kon asked. "I can't hear a thing." Two men, holding their halved pants ran past him as if trying to protect their dignity.

"She is definitely a pervert," Mr. Peru said.

"I not!" Sany said, glaring at the little parrot, as she dodged another blow.

"Could you stop making that noise?" Mr. Peru asked.

"What?" Sany looked at him, confused.

Another guy charged at her from behind. She jumped, landed on the back of his neck, did a back flip, and sliced his pants around the waist. The man fell forward and landed hard on his face. "Ahh… The pervert got me."

"I'm not!" Sany balled her fist and kicked him in that ass.

"Your stick is making a lot of noise," Mr. Peru said, trying to cover his ears with his wings.

Sany turned her attention to that red bird. "Oh, I get it now, you are not a human, hence you can hear it," Sany said.

"What sound are you guys talking about?" Kon said, salty. "I want to hear it too!"

"That's my ability. Sound and vibrations. Those are my powers," Sany said, pivoted around, raised her feet, and dug her feet in the belly of the man with goggles who was about to jump on her.

"You got nice legs. But that didn't hurt a bit," the man said, grinning.

"I know," Sany said, "but this will." And suddenly, the expression on the man's face changed, and he went flying across the pavement, taking three other guys with him. "I can produce vibrations from my palms and heels. I used my vibration ability to oscillate my stick, turning the air around it into a sharp blade." She said in a complacent voice and put her left leg back to the ground. "Eh." Looked down. "Where did my sandal go?"

"It's here, sister," the man, whom she had just kicked, said, holding her ruined sandal. "You destroyed it while you kicked me."

"I had bought the pair just yesterday," Sany said, showering the man on the ground and the men around her with her trademark motherly smile. "Time to shed some blood, younglings."

"Like that can scare us," a bald man said, getting back up. "Right, boss?" He looked behind and saw Romonov pedaling away in a small boat. "Boss!"

And within a matter of seconds, the gangsters ran away. Sany ignored them, walked over to her ruined sandal, and cried.

"Hey, hey," Mr. Peru swooped in and sat on her head. "Don't cry. I'm still alive."

That made her cry even more.

Kon stood beside her. "You are really good."

Sany sobbed, and suddenly the air was filled with warble of a blaring alarm. She recognized that sound. "Shit. Royal Guards. Who called them?"

"Let's go, Mr. Peru," Kon said, and the parrot quickly alighted on his shoulder. Kon faces Sany. "Hey, do you want to get caught?"

"Obviously not," Sany said, hurriedly collected her violin case and bolted toward the entrance of the Inn. "My bag is still inside." But she found the bag at the foot of the stairs. The old woman must have kept it here. Sany lifted it up, and her diary rolled out of it. She picked it up.

"Hey, hurry up," Kon called as he bolted away from the plaza.

"Coming," Sany said, didn't put the diary back in the bag, began running, and soon caught up with him.

"What's that?" Kon asked as he ran beside her.

"It's an empty diary. I'm going to write my first book in it."

"Oh… I should also get one of these then." He grinned at her.

Sany smiled. It was true that she was intending to write her first book in that diary. But it was not completely empty. She had written one line on the first page.

The line was:

To my mother, Ciana Kubo, for everything she did for her princess.

Sany wanted to write a popular book and dedicate it to her mother. That was her dream and the reason of her adventure.