How Justice Folds

Standing before the door of the Captain's quarters, a man would step out of the room as she approached. He appeared to be a well dressed man, obviously not a marine based on the fact he wore a business suit as opposed to a uniform. He looked at the marine ensign, but quickly ignored her as he walked past. "Enter." The captains' voice said as the door had been left open by the businessman, a bit of a sign of disrespect. "Ensign Kiu, I am Captain Marcus." He said as Kiu would enter the office. The quarters were clean, well maintained, and for the most part was a prime example of Marine efficiency. The man himself was a bit different though. He was a bit larger than your average person, broader shoulders and body that made his chair seem twice as large as Kiu, and more than that he wore the standard captain's coat. He wore his hair back long and in a ponytail, appeared to be in his late 20s or early 30s; and had a 12 o'clock shadow on his face. "Sit down. We need to speak, specifically in regards to a proposition that I plan to give you."

Once Kiu was sat down, he'd speak. "First, I understand you are a Devil Fruit user. While I know that the Marines and World Government has a bounty upon any of the Users, you also know that we are immediately willing to have one on our side. Can you please tell me more about your fruit, or give an example." He said, offering her an eraser. Marcus likely knew what her fruit was, but wanted to see it for himself. Still, she was being watched and studied intensely.

Marcus raised an eyebrow. "That's an oddity. Most marines that have Devil fruit powers consider it a curse, as you know our goal among maintaining peace is to find and recapture all devil fruits. Still, many see their curse as a means to end the terror of devil fruits. A weapon of evil used for good."

Marcus straightened up. Before taking the eraser back. "Folding items and people does seem to be a power that is more than useful in those regards. But I must ask, do you intend to avoid using your fruit? Do you see it as a curse, or evil? Me personally, I see such things as a tool. One that can be the deciding factor for any number of things..... What if you folded a bomb and placed it in between the planks of a ship's deck? The application of this power is more than useful for offense too.
Being able to fold up rations for easier travel, securing VIPs though, I have to consider how.... Uncomfortable it would be. What's more, our troops rarely get a chance to fight Devil fruit users. Having one aboard is also useful in that aspect. My proposal is simple. Help train my men to be more reactionary to devil fruit powers. I do not expect you to spar fairly. Am I understood?"

It was clear that Marcus was intending to use Kiu as a resource rather than as a marine, possibly even using her only for her fruit as opposed to her skills as a martial artist, and it was clear as day with his last sentence. He didn't care about what she herself was capable of. He cared what her powers were capable of.

Marcus smiled. "I'm glad we are on the same page in a relative sense. Go and report to the training room. Your training lessons will begin with our more polished marines. Make sure not to get hurt." He said, smiling brightly as he waved her off, "Dismissed."

Once Kiu left the room, he couldn't help but to smile even more once the door closed. "Such a strange and wonderful ability..." He muttered looking at how she had flattened the eraser. He attempted to fold it himself. Instead of folding as effortlessly as paper or cloth, it was still just a flat piece of rubber eraser, until he pulled it up, where it easily unfolded itself back to it's usual size. He began to wonder if she could hide hundreds of thousands of stacks of berries, making a bundle as thick as a single bill. If so, he needed to get her on his side. He always had difficulty hiding his money away without arousing suspicion, and if he could convince her to do so, or even better, fool her without her knowing, he could make it look like she was attempting to use her fruit to embellish money from the crew. Placing the eraser back down, he breathed a sigh of relief. Seems he had the perfect scapegoat if that man tried to screw him over.

Ensign Kiu would find the training room of the ship rather easily. It was a workout area to keep all marines in tip top shape, but in the center of it all was a boxing ring, elevated above the floor with the white canvas and marine logo, a blue seagull in the shape of an anchor. Most sparring took place on mats nearby, usually to keep the recruits and ensigns in tip top shape. The ring itself was exclusively used for sparring in specific, where marines would duke it out in actual training exercises to build up their endurance and combat experience. Well, that was the intention. Kiu would know that sparring was nothing like actual combat. Her own family had made that clear.

Right now there were two marines boxing it out, their hands covered in thick gloves that softened the blows as to not cause permanent or lasting damage. Their fighting style was the standard fisticuffs that almost all marines universally used. It could barely even be called a martial art in comparison to Sorata's fighting style. A man in a vest stood on the side closest to Kiu, as he watched before yelling, "Alright, break it up. Raiku you need to bring your guard up closer and stiffen your shoulders, you're basically hitting yourself when he punches your guard. Geovanni, your footwork needs to improve, half of the hits were because you took half steps rather than committing."

The two were sweating, slight bruises on their faces as they took a moment and removed their gloves. It was only then that they noticed Ensign Kiu. "Oi, weren't you suppose to be on laundry duty Devil?" The man by the name of Raiku said, his head covered by the usual marine cap. Geovanni was too out of breath to retort his own comment, but the coach turned to look at Kiu. "Ensign Kiu. I presume you decided to accept the Captain's offer?" He said. The man was just as normal looking as the rest of the marines, but his eyes seemed more round and awake in comparison to others. What's more he kinda had big eyelashes under his eyes, making it look like he had three lines extending down a short distance from each eye as he looked at her.

The marine in the ring spat at her feet, "It wasn't a question Ensign.", before a glare form the lieutenant silenced the man. "This Ensign is going to probably save your life Private Raiku. She'll be helping with Devil Fruit Combat." Suddenly the two men looked at each other with a bit of concern. "Ain't that dangerous?" Geovanni asked seemingly as cautious as the instructor had indicated. "Doesn't matter. I heard all she can do is fold items like clothes. Not like she's any better at fighting just cause she can do that... I'll volunteer first Matthews."

A quick smack to Raiku's knee in the form of a karate chop of some kind buckled the man over as the Lieutenant pulled him from under the ropes of the ring as though it was one fluid motion, before tossing him down at Kiu's feet. "That's Lieutenant Crux to you." Before pointing to the mat that was directly behind Kiu, "You'll start with Raiku. I heard you were skilled in martial arts, and I expect you to pin him for 10 seconds. Use every means available to you, and don't hold back. I know what's said, and I think it's time for a bit of justice." He claimed, as Raiku scowled at the girl, before shoving past her shoulder to get to the mat and into a ready stance.

"I don't want him in the infirmary if that's not clear." Crux explained as he watched the pair square up on the mat. Unlike the ring, the mat offered far more room to maneuver without being forced to stay within boundries. Looking at the woman Raiku got ready and didn't bother to bow or show any respect. Crux sighed, before saying, "Begin!"

Immediately, Raiku attempted to drive towards her to grapple her by bending down and going for her waist to tackle her.

Raiku didn't care about her talk. After all, he wasn't any noble or rich boy; but he did see Kiu fall back in a controlled motion as she attempted a rising kick. He barely brought his arms back in to block the kick, though he did get sent tumbling to the side because of it. He also noticed how strong that kick had been; and her movement being defensive. "Oi... The hell was that?" He said, confused as he began to quickly try standing back up before she could take advantage of him. Kiu would be faster to stand due to her previous attack, and could clearly go on the offensive.

Crux had anticipated that perhaps Kiu would brace and perform a hammer strike to his back in order to break Raiku's stance. Maybe even attempt to side step, or a knee to the face. Instead, she had chosen an attack that would be entirely unsuspected; and that would guarantee that her attacker either tripped on her, or was sent reeling due to how much he had dedicated himself to the movement. What's more, it was a prime move to launch him over had he not blocked; yet even then she would be primed to spring back up. The lieutenant had to give the Devil Fruit Girl some credit. She was able to fight. If she could do more than that; was the question.