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"Do you know who..Lou Jitsu is?"
"Only the GREATEST demigod in all the pacific islands! With his magical fish hook, he slowed down the SUN , pulled islands out of the sea !" A drawing held up in the audience faces of a well-built young man with thick pushed back hair demonstrated all of this. "And I should know.." the narrator chuckled.
The drawing was pulled back, revealing beaver teeth in a cheeky grin belonging to a mutated rat man, his robe slumped below his hairy chest where many tattoos decorated his skin. "Because I'm Lou Jitsu." He claimed proudly, snout rising in a bold smirk even if he looked nothing alike to the man in the picture.
He held up a skinny finger, more or less tossing the picture aside with care and not care. Truth was, the rat was very short and quite stout. He reached for the giant fish hook more than twice his size, effortlessly lifting it off the ground and wielding it high up in the air.
"HOT SOUP!!!!" He cheered, his quote unquote famous catchphrase. Before suddenly flinging the hook back in place, energetically dancing and chanting in a booming voice then swinging his body around, then swinging his fish hook around, going as fast as a tornado as he showed off his godly strength and moves until at last, he let the hook whirl around his neck- hurled it into the air- leaped off and caught it with a somersault- then landed with his teeth bared at the audience, a ghost of a roar sizzled out of his mouth, face frozen and scrunched up in an attempted fierce, threatening expression.
The only one clapping was the box turtle in orange, the rest of his brothers sat there around the fire awkwardly, unsure if that was supposed to impress them or scare them.
"Thank you Orange turtle!" Lou Jitsu addressed the box turtle, he looked at the others, bushy white eyebrows knitted in a frown. "What about you three?"
Said turtles exchanged bashful glances, the purple one simply sipped his drink from the coconut, obviously avoiding any interaction. The blue one leaned towards the red one, scepticism drawn on every crook of his face. He cupped his hand and brought it to his mouth. "Are you sure this is the guy Gram Gram wanted you to see?" He whispered not so silently, being heard from everyone around- which resulted in a whack on the head from the rat.
" Really ?" Lou Jitsu raised a challenging eyebrow. "Not impressed? What's a demigod gotta do? RED !" He suddenly jabbed his hook at the snapping turtle, causing all the brothers to jump, startled eyes popping out at the abruptness.
" You started this journey, so what do you want to do?" Lou Jitsu asked, striking a pose with his belly out, hand on hip and large hook on his shoulder.
"Uhh" The snapping turtle timidly tapped his big fingers together, snaggle tooth poking out in a shy lopsided grin at all the expecting eyes on him. But then, his sheepish look slowly dissolved into a confident and more determined smile.
"I, Raphael of Motunui, say we board my boat, sail across the sea and restore the heart of Te Fiti and kick Te Ka- Like A Boss!" He declared and smashed his fists together.