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Alice Scarlett Knabel[fanfiction]:Hope you bring your gohan story here.
Avip:I plan to bring back Dragon Ball Isekai: Gohan Gamer. However, it would come after the return of Rusted Professor, and would compete with Naruto: Isekai Saiyan.
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Inside a helicopter the camera shakes before focusing on a journalist, her brown hair tied in a tight ponytail. Her eyes, intense, fix on the lens. Once again, she's going to cover an incident on the water. But this time, there are no immediate life-or-death consequences, yet it's still a catastrophe on a global scale.
"We are live from the Lost Canal, where a never-before-seen situation unfolds." The camera zooms out, showing the canal behind the journalist and focusing on the accident that occurred. "As you can see behind me, the ship Never Taken, one of the largest container ships in the world, is completely stuck, blocking the passage of any other vessel through the canal."
A panoramic shot from the camera reveals the full length of the ship, a mountain of steel and colorful containers, motionless in the churning waters of the canal. The journalist continues, her voice firm over the noise of the helicopter blades.
"Never Taken is nearly 400 meters long and capable of carrying more than 20,000 containers, ran aground a few hours ago, causing an unprecedented maritime traffic jam."
The camera zooms in toward the vessel side, where the ship's name is painted in massive letters. The journalist adjusts her earpiece, keeping her gaze fixed on the scene below.
"Local and international authorities are already working together to resolve the situation, but the process may be long and complex. The Lost Canal is one of the main global shipping routes, and this incident is already causing significant impacts on international trade."
The journalist grips the microphone, her serious expression reflecting the gravity of the situation.
"Due to the size and weight of the Never Taken, the refloating operation may take several days, possibly even weeks. This means a prolonged blockage of the Lost Canal, a vital route for global commerce."
She pauses, allowing the weight of her words to settle.
"The economic impact is already being felt. Ships loaded with essential goods, from electronics to food, are at a standstill, unable to proceed. It's estimated that billions of dollars in products are trapped in this bottleneck, with devastating consequences for global supply chains."
The camera pans out, showing the endless line of ships waiting their turn to pass through the canal. The journalist continues, her voice heavy with concern.
"Experts are already warning of an unprecedented economic crisis. The global reliance on maritime trade means any disruption to this critical route has cascading effects. Industries around the world are on high alert, preparing to face shortages of raw materials and rising prices."
She pauses again, looking directly into the camera.
"What we see here is just the beginning. As the days go by and the Never Taken remains stuck, the pressure on the global economy only increases. Governments and companies are in constant communication, seeking solutions to mitigate the damage, but the uncertainty is palpable."
Once more the camera focuses on the stranded ship, a gigantic herald of the impending chaos.
"It remains to be seen how long it will take for the Never Taken to be freed and for the canal to return to normal operation. Until then, the world watches and waits, bracing for an economic crisis unlike any before."
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Rust and saltwater smell is thick, almost tangible, inside the captain's cabin. The weak, flickering light of the radio casts dancing shadows on the metal walls, mirroring the whirlwind of thoughts in the mind of Never Taken captain, Mr. John Avery.
"Thirty years," the old captain mutters melancholically. "Thirty years of rough seas, of storms roaring like starving beasts, of sunrises painted with every shade of orange and red imaginable. Thirty years devoted to the sea. And now..." The captain sighs, dejected. "My entire career will be summed up by this one mistake, one damn misjudgment."
Captain Avery lets out an ironic laugh, the sound echoing through the cabin, tinged with bitterness and resignation.
"This screw-up is so epic it'll make the history books. 'The day the Lost Canal was blocked by the world's biggest fool.' I can already picture the faces of the historians, debating how an old ignorant sailor managed to mess up so magnificently."
He slaps the table frustrated, making a crumpled map jump. The empty coffee cup trembles, reflecting the radio's dim light.
"Maybe they'll even make a movie! 'Avery, the Idiot of the Seas.' Or better yet, 'The Navigation Error of the Century.' Who knows, maybe it'll win an award for it. The Oscar for Biggest Maritime Fuck-up."
He stands up, the chair legs scraping the metal floor. He walks to the window, his gaze lost on the horizon blocked by the canal.
"Thirty years, and all I'll leave behind is a stain in the history of navigation. A stupid joke, a tale told in bars by drunk sailors."
The old man howls cackling for a few seconds until his laughter becomes dry and weak, turning into a weary sigh.
"Damn it all..."
Guilt begins to weigh like lead on the captain's shoulders, realizing how many people will suffer because of him. Each dreadful thought is an anchor pulling him deeper and deeper. Images of families depending on the cargo from his and the other ships' carries invade his mind. They will have to go through hunger, uncertainty and despair because of him...
"How many tables will go empty because of me?" he murmurs, his voice almost a whisper. "How many mothers will have to explain this to their children? That the money's gone, that food is scarce? All because of a stupid old man!"
Each word is a punch to the gut, a tightness in the chest. The captain feels bile rising in his throat, the bitter taste heavy with guilt and regret.
"I did this. I, with my own hands, with my decisions. I condemned these people to suffering."
Dark thoughts of 'solutions' to his problem begin to flood the captain's mind .
Sighing heavily, the captain opens the drawer beside him. The creak of rusted metal echoes through the cabin, a sound louder than any storm he's ever faced. Inside the drawer, a revolver rests, cold and impassive, next to six bullets.
He swallows hard, his throat tight, as if trying to force down a mouthful of sand. His trembling fingers reach for the gun, the cold metal against warm skin makes him squint. The weight of the revolver is familiar, perversely comforting. With slow, mechanical movements, the captain loads a single bullet, the click of the cylinder spinning sounding like a funeral bell.
CLICK!
Tears stream down his aged face, each one carrying a piece of his soul. The salt of his tears mixes with the bitter taste of guilt in his mouth. Slowly, the gun is raised to his head and the barrel touches his temple, cold metal touches against fevered skin. His finger hovers over the trigger, a minimal movement away from 'ending' all the pain.
"I'm sorry..." he whispers, voice choking. "Sorry for everything."
His chest rises and falls in ragged breaths, each inhaling a struggle, each exhaling a surrender. His finger rests on the trigger, but before the captain can pull it, his attention is stolen by the sound of shattering glass.
CRASH!
A spear pierced through the window, slamming into the gun aimed at the captain's head.
"Hell's teeth!" Exclaimed Avery, stunned at the spear. "This thing nearly took me bleedin' head clean off!
The captain, shocked, turns toward the window where the spear came in. Shards of glass cover the floor, reflecting sunlight. The sea wind rushes into the cabin, bringing with it the salty scent of the ocean and a hint of wildflower unknown to him.
And there, standing on the broken window, is a huge woman.
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She is tall, over two meters (6.5 feet) with defined muscles that ripple like waves under sun-kissed skin. Black tribal tattoos snakes across her arms and legs, telling stories of battles and victories. Her hair, a vibrant shade of lilac, cascades down to her waist, dancing in the breeze. Her eyes, a deep blue, shine with a mix of courage and determination.
Captain Avery freezes at the sight of the half-naked woman as she is both intimidating and mesmerizing. She wears little more than a cloth wrapped around her waist, leaving little to the imagination. With a mischievous smile, she extends her arms, her large, strong hands wrapping around the captain, lifting him as if he were a child.
"Who in tarnation...?" the captain tries to stammer, but the words die in his throat.
Quickly the woman cradles him close to her chest, her heartbeat strong and steady against his ear. Her voice, surprisingly soft and melodious, echoes through the cabin.
"You'd be a lot more handsome if you smiled more, you know?" she says, her childish tone contrasting with her powerful appearance. "Why the sad face, huh? Come on, give me a little smile."
Still in shock the captain can't form a reply. The woman, with an even bigger smile, squeezes him gently, as if trying to coax a laugh from him like he is some sort of a stubborn child.
"Come on, captain. I know you've got a beautiful smile in there. You just need to let it out." Chuckles the giant muscle woman carrying the captain.
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Back to the journalist, she holds her microphone firmly in hand as she turns back to the camera. The sea wind plays with her hair, but her gaze remains serious, focused. Behind her, the ocean churns, reflecting the chaos unfolding in the sky.
"We are still live, and what we're witnessing here is something that defies all logical explanation."
She points to the sky, where a sphere of dark energy hovers, pulsing like a shadowy heart. The sphere expands and contracts, each pulse sending shockwaves that distort the air around it.
"It appeared out of nowhere, and now this sphere..."
She pauses, eyes wide as five figures emerge from the sphere, dropping to the ground on the canal side. They are women, each over two meters (6.5 feet), their muscular and tattooed bodies displaying brutal strength. They descend gracefully, their feet touching the ground with an impact that makes the earth tremble.
"Five giant women have just emerged from that sphere. They look like… warriors from another world… probably one of the monster girls from the Lovenexus."
The camera zooms in on each of the women, capturing the details of their tribal tattoos, their vibrant lilac hair dancing in the wind, their eyes glowing with an almost supernatural intensity.
"But that's not all. There's someone else coming out of the sphere."
The journalist points again to the sky, where a small figure is floating out of the energy sphere. It's a little girl, her gray skin contrasting with the witch's dress she wears. She looks no older than five, but there's something in her eyes, an ancient wisdom that defies her childish appearance.
"A little girl with gray skin, dressed like a witch, has just joined the giants. She looks… different. There's something in her eyes, an intelligence that doesn't seem to match her apparent age."
The girl floats to the ground on a broomstick, her bare feet touching the earth with an ethereal lightness. She looks around, her eyes curious and alert, as if evaluating everything and everyone.
"We're witnessing something extraordinary here." Claim the reporter to the camera. "What does this mean? Who are they? And what do they want?"
The journalist pauses, her gaze fixed on the gray-skinned girl. The camera captures the moment the girl turns to the journalist, her serious face betraying no emotion.
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Seriously, the gray-skinned girl stares at the five giant women, her gaze firm, unblinking. The wind blows, but she remains motionless, as if she were part of the earth itself. The warriors, with their tribal tattoos and defined muscles, return the gaze, a mix of respect and caution on their faces.
"Do your job properly," the girl's voice resounds, clear and authoritative, belying her childish appearance, "and I won't have to do mine."
They exchange glances as the tallest one, with braided hair, steps forward, her expression serious and gives the witch a nod, a silent acknowledgment of the seriousness in the girl's words.
Seeing the leader's action, the group came together to respond:
"Understood." The five respond in a respectful tone.
The girl nods, an almost imperceptible gesture, yet full of meaning. She sits on her broom and floats slightly, her bare feet hovering a few centimeters above the ground. The warriors turn to the ship, and one of them points her spear at the captain's cabin.
"There's a hot old man wanting to do something stupidy over there!" shouts the most excited amazoness.
Without any effort, she throws the spear like a missile, hitting the window squarely, stopping the human from going through with the act involving the revolver against his own head.
"I'm coming sweety…" she yells waving excitedly toward the human.
The other amazons laugh. The excited one, now with a wide smile, jumps toward the ship, seeming to have already forgotten what her mission was.
"Taína is crazy!" says one of them, shaking her head but smiling.
"We must protect the humies," shouts Taína from atop the ship. "It's not like the witch is going to do anything to help him."
The laughter fades, and some exchange worried glances.
The tallest and strongest of the amazons, a woman with legs like tree trunks, steps forward. Her eyes, emerald green, shine with a seriousness that silences the laughter.
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"Listen up you thirsty cunts," she says, her deep voice full of authority, "The witch won't interfere if we do our job right and don't hurt any human. And above all, don't take any of them as a husband."
The other amazons nod, their smiles replaced by serious expressions. The tension is palpable, but so is the determination. They know what's at stake.
"Let's go, warriors," continues the leader, "We've got a ship to move. Remember the plan and be mindful of your strength, we don't want unnecessary damage."
The amazons roar in acknowledgment of the command as Taína returns with a man in her arms. The man she carries is a gray-haired, bearded captain, but despite his age, Taína handles him like a newborn.
"Who's got the fluffiest, saltiest beard in the world?" says the amazon in a motherly tone. "It's you! Yes, it's you!"
Taína gently places the human on the ground, as if he were fragile like a porcelain doll.
Disoriented, the captain blinks a few times before focusing on the amazon before him. The leader, an even more imposing woman than the one who saved him, with defined muscles and piercing blue eyes, approaches. Her face, once serious, now carries an expression of regret.
"Captain, I apologize for Taína's lack of respect," says the leader, her voice firm but gentle. "She's young and sometimes gets a bit too excited."
Still dazed, the captain looks at the leader and then at Taína, who now stands with her hands behind her back, trying to look innocent. He sighs, a tired but resigned sound.
"It's fine, she is a good girl that did nothing wrong." he replies, his voice hoarse. "I've no integrity left to lose."
The leader nods, accepting the captain's words. She turns to the other amazons, who watch the scene in silence.
"Flora, Gina! You each take one end of the ship. Tie it well with Arachne's ropes we brought, we don't want it escaping."
The two amazons nod, ready to act. Flora runs to the bow of the ship. Gina, in turn, heads to the stern.
"Taína, Riva, you two get in the water. We need to stabilize the ship from below."
Taína, still excited, jumps into the water without hesitation, causing a huge splash. Riva, calmer but no less determined, follows close behind. The old captain, watching everything wide-eyed, can't hide his surprise.
"You can't be serious," he says, his voice full of disbelief. "It's not possible to move a ship this size with just four people."
The leader turns to the captain, a confident smile on her lips.
"Don't underestimate mamonos, captain," she replies, knowing what is to come.
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The camera shakes, the image flickering between the ship and the reporter, who struggles to maintain her composure. Her wide eyes reflect shock and disbelief. The microphone in her hand seems about to slip, so great is her astonishment.
"I… I don't believe what I'm seeing!" she exclaims, her voice trembling. "The four… mamonos… They're… They're moving the ship with their bare hands!"
The camera stabilizes, focusing on the amazons. Flora and Gina, each at one end of the ship, pull Arachne's ropes with superhuman strength. The muscles of both women contract, standing out beneath their tanned skin. Sweat drips from their faces, but the determination in their eyes is unshakable.
In the water, Taína and Riva push the ship's hull, their bodies submerged to the waist. The water around them bubbles as they tread to keep afloat, white foam forming as they use all their strength to move the massive vessel. The effort is visible in every line of their bodies, but they do not falter.
The captain, still onshore, watches everything with a mixture of astonishment and admiration. He never imagined such a feat was possible, much less that he'd witness something so extraordinary.
"This is… This is unbelievable!" the reporter continues, her voice now full of emotion. "They're doing it! The ship is moving!"
The camera zooms in on the reporter's face, capturing every nuance of her expression. Her eyes glisten with unshed tears, a mixture of admiration and disbelief. She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself, but the tremor in her voice is evident.
"I… I've never seen anything like it," she says, her voice almost a whisper. "It's something… something truly extraordinary."
The camera pulls back, showing the amazons in action once again. The ship, slowly but steadily, begins to move. The sound of creaking metal and bubbling water fills the air, a testament to the mamonos' superhuman effort.
Still struggling to find words, the reporter looks into the camera, her eyes shining with a mix of awe and respect.
"This… This is something we will never forget," she says, her voice steady despite the tremor. "The mamonos… They are truly incredible."
The camera pulls back, showing the scene in all its glory. The amazons, the ship, the captain… Everything blends into a tableau of effort, determination, and awe. The reporter, her voice now steady, ends the broadcast with one final statement.
"And here, at the Canal of Lost, we've witnessed something truly extraordinary," she says, her voice filled with emotion. "The mamonos, with their strength and determination, achieved what many would consider impossible. They moved the ship with their own hands."
The camera shuts off, leaving the image of the amazons and the ship as the final memory of this unforgettable broadcast.