The sun was hotter than ever in the open field, and beneath its burning rays, Klank was dangling in the air. Bighead held him by the throat, squeezing so hard that his sparring partner started to take a trip into the blackness. With no strength to force his throat free, Klank swung his foot. He connected with the only place the scorching ball of fire couldn't reach. Bighead dropped the lightweight and crunched over, cupping his nether regions. Klank dodged back and picked up his All-Tool, which The Captain wrestled free just before the hanging. He stood firm, ignoring the burning in his chest. A mischievous grin showed.

	"Right in the baby makers," Bighead laughed. He always laughed off the pain. "I see you taken a liking to cheap shots, Shipwright."

	"This is a pirates world," Klank chuckled. He made the All-Tool do a twirling dance in his hands. As it did, a long chain unraveled from its base. "When it comes to life and death, there is no such thing as a cheap shot." He glared curiously at Bighead, who now stood at full attention. The man sported a bruised eye, proof of Klanks training. That also, was a cheap shot. There were a few intense moments the past couple days, and Klank was forced to react in similar fashion. "Were you trying to kill me just now?" Both hands gripped tightly around the chain. One made a circular motion, causing the All-Tool to whip around in great circles. "You know what," he decided. "Don't answer that."

	Bighead stared curiously at Klank. "Is that Sasayaki's chain?" he questioned.

	"Nice addition, huh." The shipwright made criss-crossing motions with his hands now, and the Hammer-Form followed suit, momentum building. "You wouldn't BELIEVE how difficult it was to copy this beauty. Doesn't do the same stuff, but it sure as hell is just as strong."

	The Captain thought on how he might go about getting close enough to Isaac's weapon to accomplish such a task. "Do you even know how to use that thing?" he laughed.

	"Nope," Klank replied with a smile. "No better time to try it out, eh?"

	Klank lunged at Bighead, planting a foot and swinging the All-Tool sideways. Bighead easily deflected the hammer. It was hit with such force that Klank's weapon never lost speed as it went in reverse. It even picked up speed, so much so that Klank was unable to react. The chain wrapped around his body to immobilize him. With arms now chained to his sides, Klank stood helpless. 

	"Well shit," he cursed. "That didn't work at all."

	"A kurisari-gama, no matter what form it takes, requires finesse. Half the attacks the user creates, requires just as much defense against said attack." Bighead pointed to Klank. "Case and point."

	Something suddenly distracted The Captain, and then he smiled. "Training is officially done. Let's head back to the ship."

	Klank wiggled his body to loosen the chain. When he did, he took his weapon back in hand and twirled. The chain sank back into it's compartment. "You think we're ready in such a short time? It's only been a month." He looked around the field with doubt. "I think."

	"It's a damn good start," Bighead answered as he pointed to his black eye. Then he pointed to a few fresh injuries. A slash on his hand, a bruise on his chest, another gash at his back. Klank had not given him those. Bighead continued, "I brought you all here to give you something you sorely lacked, not just for The New World, but for yourselves. I've given each of you what you needed, now it is up to all of you to decide what you'll do with it."

	Klank magically popped a smoke between his lips and lit. "Let's get to it then," Klank said with a sigh of relief. He missed his ship.