Sett was uncertain whether to feel joy or worry when his aunt welcomed him to her house. After the big information drop that her house only welcomed women, makes Sett feel out of place. On top of that, the twelve women lined behind his aunt were giving him the look of disapproval, like they’re eyes were shouting obvious words that even a dull minded person could understand.But as Sett shifted his gaze towards his aunt, he could see the excitement and joy within those ocean blue eyes for hers. She was happy, genuinely happy. Sett doesn’t know why, nor the reason for her happiness, but one thing is for sure. He didn’t want the eyes of the only family member who acknowledged him to be filled with tears of disappointment.“Please excuse us mother but may we ask who this young man is, and what is the purpose of his visit here?” One of the twelve women politely asked Azula.“Oh! Where are my manners, of course my dear. Sett, come, come, I’ll introduce you to these fine, young ladies here.”
The conversation that Sett and Azula had was an enjoyable one. She was amused with Sett’s curiosity and his eagerness to assess and understand the situation. This made Azula even more intrigued and thus, rewarded Sett with the answers that he so desperately sought.However, every answer that Sett received didn't actually satisfy him. For him, his aunt was carefully word picking while masking it as a woman, having a pleasurable time conversing with a man. Given her status, it was a sure skill that she must learn to reach the position she is in today.“So, what were your first impressions with the twelve?” Azula asked Sett, trying to start a new topic for them to share.“Nothing much. But I am curious to know who they really are.” Sett replied.“Oh, take it easy, dear boy. You just met them but you’re already planning something that intimate? How bold of you.” Azula mischievously said, trying to tease Sett again.“You know that’s not what I meant.” Sett chuckled in response.Azula frown
“You’re fucking joking, right?” Sett exclaimed in response to Azula’s demand. “How the fuck do you think I am? One Punch Man? There’s no way in hell that I, nor anyone else in this world would be able to master all one hundred eighty fighting styles!”“Not with that attitude, you can’t.” Azula sarcastically agreed to Sett’s complaint.“It’s impossible! Plus I have to balance all this physical training with character training as well! And God knows what methods you’ve prepared for the training period.” Sett cried out in distress.Azula on the other hand, though it was hard for her to admit it, she agrees with the point Sett was trying to make. She should know because she tried it for herself all her life. From the moment she learned how to deliver a punch, till the time she was assigned for the position of the Head of the Sapphire House.She dedicated most of her youth to endless rigorous, all to follow in the footsteps of her grandfather. The Origin of the Crow bloodline, and the only
“So nice of you to come and visit! Though you could have announced it at an earlier date so that I could have welcomed you properly.” Azula said as she gave Roman a short hug. “So, when did you arrive exactly? I didn’t hear a single word from your father that you were coming home.” She added, in her natural voice intonation.“I just got back actually. I really thought that I could finally have a couple days off, but here comes Dad, assigning me another buttload of missions.” Roman complains while letting himself inside Azula’s office.As Roman steps inside, he doesn't even bother to acknowledge Sett, nor Ann, who was still standing inside the room the whole time. Instead, he just sat himself down at the couch then decided to help himself with the snacks that were laid on the table.Azula then took a deep breath, as if preparing for what is to come of this situation they’re stuck in, then walked towards the couch. Seeing Roman swiftly consume the snacks she had prepared for Sett, which
As Sett got up from the couch, Roman didn’t waste any second and delivered a powerful right hook directly aimed for Sett’s face. Sett lost his balance and fell straight to the ground. When he tried to get up, he was concerned because he was still feeling the after shock of the punches he received earlier.“What’s the matter, prodigal son? Is one punch good enough for yah?!” Roman mockingly exerted.Sett scoffed in response, trying to act tough and not embarrass himself. He tried to put his hands up and form a stance, but Roman then delivered a powerful three punch combo, which Sett had no time to guard himself. He felt the damage piling up as every blow connected one after another.Even though Sett’s body was now overwhelmed in pain, Roman still didn’t stop and continued to pummel Sett with powerful punches. Sett tried to fight back, but just got easily countered by Roman everytime he tried to retaliate.‘What the fuck is this guy’s hands made off?’ Sett thought to himself, struggling
While Roman was still on the floor, wiping the blood off his nose. He scoffs, then proceeds to laugh in amusement, acknowledging the fact that Sett caught him off guard. Roman somehow considered it as an entertaining happenstance, that Sett found a small window of opportunity, and took it to give him a cheap shot like that.“That was very clever. Still a cheap shot, but it was clever.” Roman said as he stood up from the floor and fixed his now wrinkled button down shirt. “However, I’m not in the mood to fight you anymore. So stop cock-blocking me, and get the hell away from Azula.” He added with an irritated voice.“Make me.” Sett provokingly responded.Roman’s blood started to boil after hearing Sett’s remarks. At that moment, he thought that it would be an easy win to get past Sett since he didn’t possess that much threat. But what concerned him was how Azula would react right after. Roman glanced at Azula and saw how composed she still is. Even after what happened, she still seemed
“What the hell were you thinking Aunty?!” shouting Sett’s voice could be heard outside of Azula’s office. “Even a person who is mentally impaired could easily understand what wretched hell awaits Ann at the hands of that swine!” he exclaimed, making sure that Azula captures how dire Ann’s situation is, now that she’s in Roman’s clutches.Azula on the other hand, was assessing the situation silently, while sitting on the couch. She understood the way Sett feels especially after the stunt his emotionally and mentally disordered cousin pulled earlier. But this wasn’t the time for them to start acting like helpless children.All Azula could think of was Ann’s safety. She must come up with something to insure Ann’s safety, especially when the one she’s with is her psychoneurotic nephew. Now the question is “how?”. It would be useless for her to just recklessly barge herself through the Emerald House’s front doors because Roman would have told them about the whole thing.She also couldn’t
With Azula willing to tell him everything he wanted to know, with a promise that no form of information would be held back. Sett felt conflicted. After all, there is a pressing concern that they should face first. As much as Sett wanted to sit down and potentially receive all the answers to his questions, he couldn’t overlook the fact that there is a life at risk.He was about to reason out with Azula and decline the opportunity she presented to him, but Azula cutted him off by standing up and walking towards a bookshelf near her office table. She took out a very old, hard-bound book from the top shelf. The dust that it accumulated is the indication of how long that book was left untouched.“This book holds everything that you want to know if you wish to learn more about our family’s history.” Azula stated as she gently blew on the book, revealing its true worn-out, rustic black cover.Upon further inspection, there was an embedded mark on one side of the book covers. It was a mark o