2026-04-07, 06:20 PM - Word count:
DUM, da-dum. DUM, da-dum
The ground shook as the newest academy player stepped into the SSL league facility. Plaques on the wall rippled like shockwaves as some sort of.... creature ducked under the doorframe and stepped into the reception area.
Broad as a barn door, he was built like the largest bipedal shark you've ever seen, towering at least 7 feet tall. His skin thick, rough, and a pale blue, mouth wide and full of sharp teeth, and his hair long, curly, and jet black half pulled up in a top knot and the rest cascading down his back. Who was this strange person? The league officials present didn't have to wait long to learn.
"SCORP E. UNSHARK IS HERE!" he bellowed, arms wide and the corners of his mouth high in a mighty grin. His large yellow and purple checkered kimono and shorts billowed at his sudden movements, almost like a towel snapped in a locker room. "Let's play some futball!"
While few knew where “The Grand Line” was, the young woman who filed his paperwork was too afraid to ask, terrified of his massive arms and glistening teeth. She had little to fear—Scorp was a kind and docile Fishman, who rarely raised his voice in anger, and more often was shouting in exuberance. He’d traveled far in search of a friend of his—it would take a few days for Scorp to learn he was on the wrong continent, signing up to play the wrong sport. When he learned of his mistake, he laughed loud enough to shake a priceless painting off a wall in the next room of his hotel.
Next stop: well, Port Royal, Jamaica, to play in the SSL Academy. But after that!!!
Tokyo, Japan. Ryama D. Yugo had to be there… right?
The ground shook as the newest academy player stepped into the SSL league facility. Plaques on the wall rippled like shockwaves as some sort of.... creature ducked under the doorframe and stepped into the reception area.
Broad as a barn door, he was built like the largest bipedal shark you've ever seen, towering at least 7 feet tall. His skin thick, rough, and a pale blue, mouth wide and full of sharp teeth, and his hair long, curly, and jet black half pulled up in a top knot and the rest cascading down his back. Who was this strange person? The league officials present didn't have to wait long to learn.
"SCORP E. UNSHARK IS HERE!" he bellowed, arms wide and the corners of his mouth high in a mighty grin. His large yellow and purple checkered kimono and shorts billowed at his sudden movements, almost like a towel snapped in a locker room. "Let's play some futball!"
While few knew where “The Grand Line” was, the young woman who filed his paperwork was too afraid to ask, terrified of his massive arms and glistening teeth. She had little to fear—Scorp was a kind and docile Fishman, who rarely raised his voice in anger, and more often was shouting in exuberance. He’d traveled far in search of a friend of his—it would take a few days for Scorp to learn he was on the wrong continent, signing up to play the wrong sport. When he learned of his mistake, he laughed loud enough to shake a priceless painting off a wall in the next room of his hotel.
Next stop: well, Port Royal, Jamaica, to play in the SSL Academy. But after that!!!
Tokyo, Japan. Ryama D. Yugo had to be there… right?
==Just a crazy little guy==
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