Well shit. I knew passing any important position wasnt easy at all. Well in my last life. I did something 'unforgivable' and by unforgivable I mean spilling wine on new york's dress at a party. I didnt even spill it on purpose! She came crashing to me and she should have been the one who apologize!
So now were here at the ASEAN head quarters so we can sort this out. And it didnt help my anxiety that the other countries are staring at me strangely like I grew a second head or something, especialy Malaysia!
'Damn Im already passing my position so can you stop glaring at me?! '
I thought also glaring back at him. But something start buzzing from my pocket probably a text so I check it.
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ɴᴇɪ-ɴᴇɪ
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[Hey you ok there ?]
Ah Brunei you really is an angel.
I was about to reply back when the door open and there stood the one and only ASEAN. As they greet him. He finally sat on his seat which is at the very end of the table.
"So...." Finally the meeting are starting "Miss Philippines, you want to pass your position as the country master to you brother Martial Law" His voice cold lacking the certain warmth he always use when talking to others.
"Yeah, and I want it done as fast as possible" I demanded that seem to irked a lot of people in the room, except Brunei who just sigh at my antics.
"Dont order us around here bitch" Spat Malaysia and I just look at him with an annoyed expression
"Shut it Malayshit" I said now staring at him smugly
"Why you little-
"Enough." Cold temperature soon envelop the whole room. As ASEAN glanced at me and glares
'Fuck you'
"Well the most common way to pass that high position with the holder still being alive is having a duel"
"What" Me and Martial says in unision.
"Yes and if you really want this to be done as fast as possible we cant start the duel now, we can go to the training grounds if you want "
Think about it when was the last time since we spar... I cant even remember heh... "Sure"
"Then please follow me" We all stand up with few remained seated as we began exiting the room.
"Well I have no reason to be here then " Said Thailand leaving probably going home now. "Me too" Others said while following Thailand and started discussing about what to eat for lunch.
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Not gonna lie it shook me on
On how wide this training ground is. I never really roam or hangout in the head quarters after all I just wanna go home and rest. What idiot would even stay at a den full of animals waiting to devour you?
The only one in the training ground right now are Me, Martial Law, Malaysia (he said he wants to see me get my ass beaten), Del Pilar, Brunei (He said hes worried about me) and ASEAN.
"The rules are simple you lose you either get or lose your title... Its also not my fault if anyone dies here. Now go pick you weapon over there" He pointed over to the wall full of weapons, ranging from bows, swords, and guns.
As I was still thinking on what to used. Martial already pick a gun off the shelf and now testing it on the target practice.
Its so hard to pick I mean Im well verse in different type of weapon, afterall I was train ever since I was a toddler by Ginoong Katipunan. 'If your going to live here then be useful' he says'
Funny because-
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̵̫͙̱̯̅ᴎ̸̺̱̄̾̔͛́̔̚͘̚͠ͅõ̶̢̱̠̰̗͒̈̌ ̷̢̩̜̿̿̐͌͂͘ǫ̵̨̛̘̱̦͇͇̗̗̪̬̔̆̐̉͐ᴎ̶̳̱̱̠͍̜̝͚̘̺̅̍̽̅̊́̚ỉ̷̢̭̼̻̝̺̓̅̓̑͠ʏ̴̟͕͓̣͓̗̠̖̤̽̐̑͂̈́̓̇̈͂͌ͅb̶̨̢̛̘̖̦̔͛̄̌͑͗͂̐ ̷̠̿̇̀͗̋̚ͅꙅ̷̛̮̦͓̯̜̘̀̎̿̐̑̓͘͠ɒ̴̻͎̱̲̻̹̗̖͚̒̈́͛w̶̡̢̩̙̲̩̣̰̼̄̃͒̾̚̕͜ ̵̢͖̩̟̯̳̯͐̇͗͝ɘ̸̧̞̪̰̃̾̊̈̀̂̑ʜ̷̡͓̞̺̠͙̫̺͕̥͆͒ ̴̡̢̲̮̻̣̥̿́͒͝ᴎ̴̡̯͙͍̉̽ɘ̷̫͕̼͔͓̥̽̄͛̽͛̈́ʜ̷̪̠̮͓͙̖̉̉ŵ̷̥̥̤̮̳͙͊͂ ̷̡̹̩͓̳̅͜b̶͙̠̞̀͛ͅi̵̛͓ɒ̷͓̮̥͓̾͐́̂̀̍͘̕͝ꙅ̷̧̫̳̩͖̩̜͉͇̲̾̀̑̎̓͒̆̄͝͠ ̶̥͇̐̏̏̂̓͘͜͠͠ɘ̴̢̩͉̻́́̈́͌́̉̃͛ʜ̸̼̟͔̟͂ ̶̧͈̳̯͇͇͖̔̋̌̕ƚ̸̨̯̯͕͔̞̫͚̱̒ɒ̸̱̼̓́̀ʜ̶͚̘͕̩͇͕̊̐̍͝w̸̡͗͂͌̀͋̑͘ ̷̩̹̝̓ƚ̵͓͎̪̞͓̥̻̹̉ǫ̸͚̟̬̩̙̊ᴎ̵͉̠̻̲̳͇͓̥̄̌̋̂͐͐̈̚ͅ ̸̟̫͎̟̘͙͕̪̹̰̓̑̾́͂̂͋̾͐͝ꙅ̷̢͓̤͙͓̱͚͗̔͛ƚ̷̦́̿̐ɒ̴̧̧̧̢̣̦̞̣̦̗͛̓͐̐ʜ̵̮̠͔͖̹̬̞̲̖͐͂͜͝͠T̴̢̛̙̤̘̞̙͚̩͕͗̂̚̕͝
A̵̞̳̐̐̎̆̐͑̚ͅb̸̢̫̬̺̭̺̟͈̝̂̔͝u̶̩̬̬͈̖̤̱͎̐š̵̢͓͇͉͖͉̪͙̼ͅễ̵͛̈͗̐̏̎̉͜͠ ̸̜̞̦̘̻͊̋͐́͝h̸͎̙̥̦̓̂é̵̛̛̺͎͕̯̪̃̿̐͗͗ ̵̖̺̍͒̄̀ṁ̸̺̥̜̗̱̤͙͔͓͜͠à̴͓̔͋̓͌͒̍̓͝͠d̵̮͎̪͐͆́͑̔̿͠ȩ̶̻̜̘͙̘͕͎̳̈́́̊͊̀͌̕̕͠ ̴͕̲͗̌̒̃m̵̡̜̦̞̮̰̺̄̓̿̈́̐̈́̌͠ė̸̳̥̩̞̟̬͍̱̯̆̋̊͠ ̵̱̭͎̮͉͆͜g̷͔̠̭̝̙̒̇̿͒͂̋̔ͅǫ̶̭͔̠͐̍͝ ̴̤̱̣̼́̀̓̌t̴͈̭͖̯̟̩̣̫̓͊͛ḣ̶̢̛̜̰̤̳̱̟̼̞̯̓́̈́̂̂ŕ̸͇̺̋̅̾̈́́̇͊̓̃o̶͈̞͓̘̙̞̟̪̊ų̴̡͙̩̦͔̲͔̤̬̋͒̒͗ğ̷̡̡͈̲͙͓̤̹̦͜h̶͔̙͙͍̫͍̠͎̖̏̃͒͂̑̆͒͝,̵̬͍͉̰̍͗̽͝ ̴̱̈́̀̅͗͠͝Ą̸̮͚͕̻͍̙̜́͗̽̈̆̀̊̓̀͝b̶̧̪̘̮̲͕̼̂̏͐͋̀ü̷̻͚͓̓̐́͗s̷̢̹̝̕͝e̴̪̾̋̈́͠ ̵̢̛̖̱̱̜͉̮̑͑̈́̃̑͗̈̚ḫ̶͎͕̳̎̎̉̇̄̕͝ͅẹ̷̏̔̂̒̉̐͐̾͘̕ͅ ̷͔͙̯̦̺̫̀̐̒̅͛͊́̔̕̚m̷̢̢̯̣̠̝͕͗̊̾́͘͝͝ä̴͔̱̦̮́̿̇ḍ̶̨̌̏̀͗̅̇͊͂̎e̷̢̧̛̖͖̰͗̇̋͑͒̌̉̐͝ ̷̨̹͉̮͌͆͆̄̌̅͜͝m̸̧͉̜̳͚̬̣͈̣͛̂͌̋͛͘͜͠ẽ̸͎ ̷̢͎͈͎̤͉̔̃̈́͐̋ͅg̸̛̱̥̥̥̺̰̝̫̍̀̏͝o̶̡̼̔ ̶̗͉̞̗̭̒̔̂̒̇͠ţ̴̹͖̙̝͍̳̰̜̃̎ẖ̶̡̻̤͉͈̘͓͒́̔̾̓̂r̷̭͖̜̺̀̑̓͌ǫ̷̩̥̮͆̌̔u̷̩͖̘̱̽͂͒́̽ģ̷̧̢̻̠͉͎̲̬͌͛h̶̠̬̬͖̱̲͕̿́̀͊͌́͝,̷̢̰̘̪͓̏ ̸͉̏͛͊͌͗̽͒̓͂͘ͅ
Ā̷̡͔̞͖̬̳̺̗ͅb̷̨̫̠̲̙̝̞̲̹̥̃͗͘ụ̴̡͖͚̣̹̼͑̚̕ͅś̵͕̜̈́͂̈̐͋̐͗́̀e̵͔̖̐͛ ̵̢̩̟͉̙̈́h̵̼̝͕͎͔̻͙̘̘͂̐͗͑̽͂̚̕̕͜͝ę̸̯̙̏̇̃͗͗̈́́͋̔̇ ̴̧͖̬̥̰̈́̔m̴̲̍̃̾́̕͠a̵͎̬̗̣͓̳͆̂̑̈́́̌͝d̶̛̲̓̍̃̀̈͘ẹ̶̡̛̪̅̇͑́͂̇̌͋͘ ̸̖̥͔̺̲̼̝̎͆̈́̈́͂m̴̳̻̤̠̬͖̀̄̌͘e̸̮̲̞̼͠ ̴̛̛̘͎̺̀͛̆͛̕̚ǵ̸̞͓̋͊̾̓͆͝͝͠͝o̶̧͓͎̯͚͙̘̽̿͛́͘͜ͅ ̵̺͉̎̍͗̊t̸̬̪̼̠̫͖̠̀̂h̵̦̜̿́̍͊̚ȑ̵͓͎͓̖͎͎͍̖̳̺͋̌̅̐́̈̏͘͠ǫ̵̡̝̱̮͎͒͛̆̅̀̎͘͝͠͝ų̸͎̠̩͇̖̳̟͍̉̄̊́̿̋͌̌́ͅg̴͓̖͒́̄̒̋͐͝͝͝h̵̦̹̀,̶͈̳̖̭̯͇̠̫͈̎͊̈́̓ ̴̱̯̗͎̳͆͗͛̇̒͑͗̕͝A̵̢̠͔̘̳̦͑̾̀͌̓b̴͈̮̝̘̗͍͓͌̄̈́̀̑͂̈̿ǘ̴͖̲̉͑s̴̬͑̄͝͠e̸̢̨̧̢̼̺̲͗̽̑́̉͌̇̆́͝ ̷͔̺͉͓̱̳̯͉̙̬͂̎̈́̃h̵̢̲̪̬̭͔̽̅̈ě̸̲̦̯͓̙̰̺̑͠ ̵̥̟̚͝m̸̨̩̱͈̠͆͋̈́̋͝a̴͙̣͇̤͕͈̘̟͗d̶̻̘̹̲̰̘̘̘̻͗̋͌̈́͐̀̊͜͝è̶̛̟̯̠̗̘͕̣̫̆̋̈́ ̵̢̢̛̰̼̲̙̭͈͕̙͛̈́͛̌͝͝͠m̷̝̳̞̹̬̭̙̹̌̊̋̊̀̕̚ȩ̷̗̞͈̞̬̭̽͋̒̎͝ ̴̯̳͍̙̱͍̠̺̆͌̌̓̃̑͘g̵̜̻̟̱̓̑̑o̶̬̲̩̖͒ ̶̭̦̞̜͎͚͉͂́̍͆̀̚ṯ̵̻̲͚̹͖͎̣̊̿h̸͚͈̘̳̉̔̑̾̐̃ͅr̴̖̙̣͕͓̖̬̞͂̈́̓̉̅͋̈́͘ơ̸̞̥̤̑̍͘͘̚ŭ̶̦̘͙͉̬̆̑͒ğ̴̥̚h̵̡̝͓͈̦̠̗͕͔͛͝ͅ,̵̨̮̻̰͇̗̤̬̟̬̌͂̋ ̷̧̜̟̗̠͍̬̅̏͆͆̆̍͛̋̂̈Ȁ̸̲͕̐̽̃͜b̷̤͉͇̳̜͍͋̄̈́̉̏̍ư̸̢̪͉͉̤̦̼̪̭̮͛͊͆̒̑̆s̴̼̽̾e̶̢̬̗̠̖̠̣̰͛͋͒̇̋̄͊͛ ̸̪̂̇̆͑͘h̸̡̨̢̤̩̺̰͒̓̔̇̒̒̽͑͜ͅe̴̛̬͚̎̐̕͜͝ ̷̧̦̙͕͔̜͈̈́̋̈́͐̐̀̉̈͑m̵̠̓̉̑̍̉̚ą̵̭͎̫̤̬͐ͅd̷͙̼̙̻͍̬̳̹͙͊͆ȩ̴̝͔̹̜̩̺̞̅̄̃̚ ̵̨̢̩̹̩̖̪͔͔̞̿͆̅̾̽͋͐̽m̷̳̂͗̒́̊̕͝ȩ̵̟͎̪̲͛̄̄̈́̏͠ ̶̼̻̳̈̏͐̽͘͜͝͝͝͝ģ̷̩̒̾͝o̷̼̭͈͎̿̒͆́͐̔̐̚͠͝ ̴̧̤̙̮̯͈̟̮̣̀̈́̒͑̿̔̈́̕t̴̨̛̙̻̼̱͕̼̖͊̾́͛̓̍͜h̵̡̥̦̗͈̳̺͇̯͝ͅr̸̫̼̟̤̫̳̈́̆͘͝ò̵̻̠̹̪͍̯̭̽̈́͊͠ư̷̧͙̰̙̜͂̋͒͊̏̚ǧ̶̩̝́̑̋͝h̷̞̟̻̖̎̈̕͜ͅ ̷̡̬̥̮͍̺͇̱̐̓̾͗̕P̴̼̣̱̤̮̒́͜ͅL̶̢̗̭̙̳̠̜̏̈̔̿Ȩ̷̙̦͗̋̓̿̚ͅA̸̰͋S̶̢̡̛̱̖̝̜͔͜E̶̠̠͇̼͖̣͖̻̮͂̑̃̀ͅ ̶̧̧̝̳͕̏͂̽H̴̖͇̬͐͜E̸̹̘̖͔͈̭̪̍̎͋ͅḶ̵̢͓̹͗̀̋͐̈́P̸͍̮͖̀͐̽̉̉͆ ̶̱̮̹̳̀̏̚M̷̭̭̥̭̟̗̼͓̫̙͆̍̆͒̎Ê̷̻̬̎͑͋̏ ̴̫̰̻̺͉͇͓͑̃̋̀͒̀̌̾̌͠W̵̩̝̼̭͍̄͒̓̍͂̀͒̋K̶̰͚̝̹̗̍̎̊O̵̡̢̻̗̘̗͇̠̦̫͋̃͂̀̕D̸̛̹͚͕́̏̋́̀́9̷̢͎͎̮͙͍̯͛̒̋́͆ͅṬ̵̛͂͛͠X̶̭̼̘͓̻̮̩̊̌̂͂̈́̄̔͛2̸̛̥̬͖͕͖̘̻͉̜͈͋J̴̮̼̹̪̥̤̈́̌̐̀̏̓̆̚͝R̸̡̨͓̟͛͗͒̂̿̍̆͘O̸̻̯̒̈̏̔͑̈́̚S̴̩̜̦̭̱̻̉͋̔̈́̔0̵̡̫͕̝͔̹̙͂̔̊̕Q̴̢̙̈́̈͛̈́͊̃̍́͝W̸̢̡̫͕̲̮̣̭̹̄̋͑̌͝J̸̗̭͐̏Ȩ̵̨̨̜̹̬͎̦͙͉̍̓̾̕J̴̧̧̛͇̤͈͇̙̀͗J̵̦͙̬̠̳̕
I picked the claymore.
I can see Malaysia trying to hold his laughter in as I struggle to pick it up. The others just stared blankly at me and watched me suffer.
'Fuck this is why I hate lifting weights!'
"Do you need help there Phil " I jumped from the voice as I quickly turned my head to the source of it making my head spin 180° .
Brunei panicked as he quickly snapped my head back to its normal position. Its fineee I do that all the time.
'What the fuck?!' I think someone just said it from the distance
"Im fine I can *grunts* pick it up just fine" As I finally managed to put it in my shoulder. Fuck this is so heavy...
"Hey dont you fucking dare to try anything funny to him " Malaysia came stomping towards us as he snatched Brunei arms and practically drag him away from me. As they were finally in the distance I can see that Malaysia seems to start scolding Brunei... Hes not a child dumbass.
I glanced towards ASEAN to see that he's already staring at me with cold eyes. I look away and instead looked for Martial instead. He seems to be doing just fine with his gun seeing that all the targets has only holes on the bull's eye.
"Its seems that the two of you are ready so please follow me towards the center" ASEAN's booming voice snapped all of us from our trance and then we start moving.
Me and Martial are now face to face with each other with distance between us ofcourse. As ASEAN began to list down all the rules that I dont really care about after all I already know those. And as Kuya Mexico says rules are meant to be broken! And please hurry up the claymore starts slipping down from my shoulder now putting me in an awkward position with my back arched. It also didnt help that the claymore is a few inches taller than me "And when I count to 3 that where the fight will start" . ASEAN glanced at my form as he only sighs and looked at me dissapointed.
"1
2
3..!"
I quickly slammed the claymore with all my might and power to the ground resulting to make the ground rumble and also creating a crater around me.... Let the fun begin..!
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Shit shit shitshitshitshit!!
After she slams her claymore the whole place were covered in dust and smoke I can see a single thing! It didnt help on how the ground shake like theres an earthquake! How am I suppese to shot her when-
I got cut off of my thoughts when I see a figure approaching from my right I quickly aim my gun and fire. As my bullet ran thru the smoke clearing it a bit I find nothing in there! So where is she-!
A shadow loom from behind. I turned around but it was too late I see her with her claymore in her hand above her head ready to strike me but my reflexes were quick so fortunately I manage to block it with my gun.
But the thing that I wasnt able to block was her kick to my stomach causing me to roll a few feet away from her. 'Shit..! That hurts' I didnt even managed to get up when shes already beside me raising her claymore in the air once again readying to strike me only this time is I wasnt able to block it.
I can feel it the claymore going through my stomach slicing it half way. Blood bursting out of my mouth. Breath becoming quicker and quicker as my consciousness began to fade away..... Except it didnt happen
I snapped out of my daze noticing that the claymore didnt even hit me instead the tip was just in my stomach. No pain, no pressure I cant even feel it! Actually I shouldve atleast shed some blood if it werent for her holding it as if its nothing when earlier I can see that she's struggling even when just lifting it up..! I glanced towards the people watching the fight.
They seems shock too probably had seen the same thing that would had happen to me that didnt even happen in the first place! ASEAN stared wide eye to Phil, Malaysia seem frozen in spot, Del seems to be still prosessing what just happened and Brunei... Well he looks unbothered with this.
I also notice some people from a window from a different building. Now that I noticed it. Theyre the countries that left the room. I think that theyre in a cafeteria... So they had been watching the whole time.
"I forfeit" I snapped my head towards Phil who has been looking down at me the entire time. She lift the claymore away from my stomach and dropped it on the ground and put her arms up in a surrendering position.
"W-what?" ASEAN seems shock and so do I, I mean whichever you looked at the situation its really clear that she should have been the winner!
"The rules said that you can surrender but that means that you automatically lost. And I surrender so that means I lost didnt I?" She said smiling towards me. But instead of feeling rage. I didnt feel anything and her tone didnt sound like shes belittling me either.
"Right... So Martial Law you are now the Country Master of the Philippines Islands as you have defeated the former Master" I only feel that I need to be stronger.. So I can win the next time we duel again...
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Facts:
Philippines can use any weapons but when she got older her vision suddenly began going bad, so shes not as good when she used to when using long range weapons such as bows and guns
Martial and Del wasnt really mad at her that much after all the prisons for Royal Blood's were not really prison at all. Espeacially since Philippines just puts them in an Island with small towns and they have all the things they needed. They just werent able to leave.
And for anyone wondering what Philippines looked like heres a picture :]
Drawn by me ↑ :D