She reached into her gi. Not for a weapon. For the one thing the Banana King could not metabolize.
She squeezed.
“Training diary, closed. Now, for the after-party. I hear the Grape Empress is looking for a rematch.” Nai-s Training Diary -Final- -Banana King-
The King raised his scepter. The air warped. Nai-s felt her joints loosen, her tendons turning to mush. “Yield,” the King rumbled, not unkindly. “All ripen. All rot. It is the way of the bunch.” She reached into her gi
Nai-s picked up her voice recorder. “Final update: Victory. The Banana King is now a banana republic… of one. A very sad, sour banana republic.” her tendons turning to mush. “Yield
She took a single, perfect, unbruised banana from the ruin, peeled it, and took a bite.