"You are under arrest for breaking the laws of World Government and blah blah blah!", mocked the bored man. "You're coming with me. You have the right to remain silent, or I'll beat you until you can't talk", threatened Black as he pushed forward at the man.

The man tried to stutter out a weak apology, but Black advanced on him, his right fist held outwards, preparing himself, his mind reeling back to the techniques of the Drunken Fist. The Onigoroshi, the practically unstoppable punch derived from the extraordinarily movement of the style and using the full force of a twisting fist at the same time. It had been used on him before by an old brawler in a bar fight, and it was very painful, even with merely an open hand thrust, which is what he was planning on using, since he was not allowed to kill on this mission. The open hand strike would be enough to knock these guys unconscious in their already weakened state, or at least, it would be if the Black  could use it properly, as so far it had only been used on him, never having tried it or seen it again ever since. The old brawlers from the bar would always tell him he was a failure because he was too rigid and didn’t let the alcohol do the fighting for him. Black supposed he would master these techniques in this desert.

As he stepped forward, his fist hanging to his side, he looked at the man in the sand, scrambling for his life. Going back to prison would probably suck, but at least he would have water, and he would not die of dehydration. Although being returned, he would be beaten far worse than if he have stayed and lived out his sentence. There was no sympathy from Black though, this bastard was a rapist, and the Revolutionary certainly did not condone such actions. He despised the ones weak enough to resort to it. The hand stiffening tighter as the fingers bent forwards and the palm jutted out, and he welcomed it as he walked towards the man, who yelled obscenities that fell deaf to his ears. He did not want to hear the words of such a disgusting human being. As he knelt slightly, he held his open palm across his body and moved forwards, the hand  would come across as he moved, and he would strike the man in the face, knocking some teeth out and causing blood to spatter on the sands. Black clicked his tongue, That was completely off, he thought. He had not even moved at the correct momentum, but at least he sort of had the movement down.

Shrugging, he undid one of the pouches on his new belt and took out a piece of rope, bringing the unconscious male’s hands behind his back and tying them together in a small knot that they would not be able to escape from. Hoisting the male onto his back, Black began to move on. He had four more to find before they escaped the confines of this island. Making sure to elbow the male in his already broken face, Black began to move. This time heading in a southerly direction, he would no doubt have to make an entire circle around the vast lands before capturing them all, which would suck more than a little bit. Taking a quick swig of his hip flask, he let the sake run down his parched throat, preparing to go on the move again, hopefully the next prisoner would add more of a challenge, since the last guy had bored him quite enough. He had not even been able to practice the technique correctly, even though he messed it up badly enough as it was.