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The sniper stared at the sky, peering through the clouds. Electricity danced from back and forth among them, tearing holes and leaving scars in a black blotch the size of a city. Like clockwork it scattered from its nest, and like a repeating mechanism it impacted the ground, tearing it asunder. A large bolt struck a few meters away from the spotter, deflected from its normal course by a stern hand with a firm will. It was close, but others had seen closer. The sniper was far safer than most in his position would be. Adjusting his binoculars one last time, he scanned the firmament for two specks, a duo moving in a chaotic choreography.
In the sky beyond, two men were fighting.
Lightning cracked across the cloud cover as they battled, the thunder snapping with the sound of a thousand whips. They in a torrent of death and destruction, seeable only through binoculars augmented with pinpricks of living colors. The spotter saw their fists flying through the air, one arrayed as a malevolent god, and the other a man in a simple straw hat. He watched the fists, and raised his own to the sky.
Waiting.
Waiting, for the moment to strike.
The straw hat jumped into the sky, swinging his arms wildly to spite the heavens. Most people wouldn’t be dumb enough to fight a storm. Most people weren’t him. The sniper awaited with baited breath. He stalled as he could, holding out for just the right time, and then….
The signal.
As the spotter lowered his arm, Monkey D. Dragon raised his, and with a part of his hands Dragon parted the sky.
The sniper didn’t know why the revolutionary leader chose to follow this specific pirate. He didn’t know why he had to part the sky for him. He didn’t even know why Dragon had instructed a no name in his militia to look at the sky, and choose pivotal moments in which to do it.
The spotter only followed orders. And when he gave the signal, Dragon brought the dawn. Trailing a bell in the exposed sun, the straw hat emerged, victorious.