man wanted to hurt his Captain made the Okama utterly furious, even if it was merely an idea and a complete impossibility.

But... wait. Was that what had set Morrigan off? Surely not...? Yonyon turned his attention to the young Captain, wondering. Had Morrigan seen all of that before he had? Were that even possible? If so, he had once again managed to surprise the Okama. There was a certain light in the Captain's eyes that suggested he had seen everything the Okama had, yet strangely enough, his angry gaze wasn't judgemental. He was completely, totally opposite to the Okama in that respect; where Yonyon detested Futtleshuckle's very existence, based purely on how pathetic the man had let his life become, Morrigan's expression clearly revealed he didn't give athe bounty hunter made his first move. Drawing another, equally ill looked-after blade from his belt, he threw one directly at the man he so desperately sought to capture, his jaw dropping to an almost impossible degree as the weapon simply went through his target. The hole in Morrigan's shoulder didn't close up straight away, though. Despite the young Captain's anger, it appeared as though he were still in a playful mood. Yonyon closed his eyes and took a deep breath, not knowing what that meant, and certainly not knowing what was in store for the bounty hunter. No, as Futtleshuckle stared stupidly at the 'wound' he had created, said 'wound' closed up slowly, leaking smoke as it did so.

''L-l-logia!'' Futtleshuckle gasped, stumbling backwards, the word a curse