3 ignition of the fuse

"Well, aren't you a daring little munchkin?" Daz couldn't help but ask the frail little girl but before she could voice her obvious confusion she fell into unconsciousness, which was probably for the best, considering the state she was in.

Still holding down the two inbred Tenryuubito spawns Daz considered how to continue from here onwards. Contrary to what you may believe, Daz didn't formulate a dashing plan on how to escape from this shithole all in but a few seconds.

Ohh no, Daz and plans was as good to mix as water and oil. It worked somewhat but resulted in less than stellar results. No, Daz had always been the type of guy to plan shit on the fly or simply react to what came his way.

Despite the fact that this aspect of him had saved has ass quite a couple of times while he was still a trainee in his younger years, it made so many things much more fun. And he had on top of that made the experience that every plan goes to shite once shit hits the fan, the more complicated the harder the impact of said shit.

"Let us go you p-mphh!" The Tenryuubito-thing-with-female-genitalia tried to say but was rather harshly smashed once again into the ground, resulting in her immediate cooperation to shut the fuck up and let the master think.

See? Acting on the fly works just fine! 'Anyway, the munchkin needs help and I'm pants with healing outside of combat first aid. Now, where are…ahhh, there they are!' Daz thought while doing a swift swipe of the manor with his observation haki to find the local doctors every Tenryuubito had in their employ.

Lifting the two miscreants up by their necks he smacked said heads against each other once, he knocked both morons out before throwing said duo over his shoulder. Afterwards he picked the munchkin up gingerly and only then realized the girl truly was only skin and bones, probably only held together by her clothes!

'Bloody hell, she weighs as much as my pinky! Have they fed her dust or something…?' Taking the girl into his arms he vanished in a burst of soru like a flickering shadow in the light of a candle, bouncing without a sound through the many corridors of the manor until he came upon the rooms designated for the doctors.

Opening the door, his entrance was immediately notice by the different men inside the room who rushed over, thinking they would be needed to treat the two unconscious Tenryuubito over Daz's shoulder. Na ah, fat chance!

"Not those idiots. Here, do your job at least once where it is actually required you bloody quacks…" Daz said while holding out his arms with the little girl held in them.

At first the doctors seemed reluctant and confused by the whole situation but then they must have remembered who gave them said order and rushed to complete said task in a hurry, you know, CP0 and all that.

"She is badly bruised, a light concussion, two cracked ribs and badly malnourished. We'll give her a vitamin cocktail and treat her wounds as well as we can. After that she'll simply need time and a healthy diet to recover." One of the doctors said after a while, meanwhile his colleagues did as the doctor had explained to which Daz remained completely silent, simply taking his explanation for what it was, an explanation.

"Should we look at those two next? They seem to have rather large bumps on their head?" The same doctor asked while motioning towards the Tenryuubito, to which Daz hummed in thought before an idea came to him.

"You know what, yes, you do that. Don't leave the room, I'll be right back. And try anything with the girl and I'll know, trust me…" Daz said, leaving the room, while a glance back made sure the doctor knew he was serious, who couldn't help but gulp once, nod, and then went back to work.

Daz meanwhile left the room and vanished once again into the highspeed movement technique Soru, phasing through the corridor like shadow, no sound left behind. Why you may ask? Well, devilfruit is kind of a blank cheat-sheet if you know what you're doing. Daz just so happened to be one of those guys that knew exactly how the Rokushiki worked and hence knew how to work about getting rid of the things he thought to be detrimental like, for example, the sound made when vanishing into the Soru highspeed movement technique.

Only seconds after he left the doctor's rooms Daz found himself at the entrance to the dungeons where all the slaves were kept and moved inside. The further into it he came the worse the stench grew until it was nearly eye watering.

Cells filled with people, all clothed in barely recognizable rags, filthy hair, except the females who more often than not, seemed well nourished and clean, and Daz knew exactly why.

Each time he passed a cell he put one finger onto the lock and simply drew it down swiftly, slicing the steel bars to pieces, leaving just enough space for the slaves to creep through.

Though, instead of stepping out the slaves inside seemed only confused and, in many cases, even weary or afraid. But who could really blame them? You didn't survive as a slave without a healthy dose of caution after all.

After Daz had cut apart every cell entrance he cleared his throat once before in a rather clear and loud tone told the slaves in no uncertain terms to get the fuck out of their cells before he helped them out. That got them moving rather fast.

What? Did you think Daz to be a saint? No, I think not. "Alright, listen up! I've just knocked out the two fucking Tenryuubito and I'm offering you all a choice here. You can either join me, kill a few people, the Tenryuubito that held you here would be for you of course, run some amok simply for chaos' sake and then leave this shithole of a city. You have 15 minutes to make your decision. I'll be back then to take whoever wants along with me. The rest can do whatever the hell you want. Later!"

And with that Daz vanished once again in a silent blur from thin air, leaving a crowd of utterly confused slaves behind who soon began to argue with each other over what the hell to make of the offer and its truthfulness.

Daz meanwhile had arrived back at the doctor's rooms and already could hear the mad screeching of the sadistic fucks he had left there for treatment. Humming a light tune, Daz went in to join the music as they say and enjoy himself a little. After all, it wouldn't be long anymore and the crescendo would descend upon this stinking shit-pile of a city…