So, to recap, this is yet another of these several posts are all directly about or inspired by Pro Wrestling, specifically the use of the so-called Asian (or “Poison”) Mist.
Basically this:
Or, more literally, this:
FYI: like most things in Pro Wrestling, it looks more impressive than it is. What’s really happening is that the Wrestler is biting into a pack of food colouring and spitting it at somebody who’s then pretending it’s actually blinding them…
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J.B. Norman
“Kat!” Dunstana cries. “Tag me in! Tag me in!”
“What?” Kat asks, staggering to her feet.
“Tag me in!” Dunstana repeats. “Like in Wrestling!”
Kat rolls her eyes, ducks the enemy pirate’s sword, then stumbles towards her sister. As Kat falls to her knees, the palm of her hand slaps Dunstana’s extended hand.
Dunstana leaps into action and Kat thinks she sees her sister cramming something into her mouth as she does.
“Hey, jerk!” Dunstana calls to the pirate.
The pirate stares in bewilderment at Dunstana, who seizes the opportunity created by his eyes widening in shock to strike.
Her cheeks puff up and she spits a cloud of bright green… something into the pirate’s face.
“Gah!” the pirate cries. “My eyes! My vision!”
Blinded by the mist, he staggers around the deck.
“When I can see again,” he vows. “I’m going to stomp you, little girl!”
Dunstana scoffs.
Kat pushes herself back to her feet and makes the most of the opportunity, surging at the pirate and tackling him over the gunwale. He splashes into the water and is eventually fished out by his crewmates.
The enemy ship starts sailing away, leaving Kat, Dunstana, and the Porthaven Raiders victorious.
Dunstana smiles broadly up at Kat, her mouth and lips stained green by her mist.
“Yeah!” Dunstana says happily. “Teamwork!”
“Have you suddenly learned how to be poison?” Kat asks her sister.
“I’m not, like, a snake, Kat,” Dunstana notes. “But that would be cool. No, Tsuru and Tsubame are teaching me about ninjas.”
“What’s a ninja?” Kat asks.
The word feels slightly familiar to her, but she can’t quite place it.
“They’re, like, sneaky fighty guys from Yamatai,” Dunstana explains. “They’re masters of espionage and subterfuge and bunch of other big words and they dress up in black and hide behind things, or underneath things, or they hang from the ceiling, or they disguise themselves as somebody else. And then they jump up and stab people in the face. They sound awesome.”
“And the uh,” Kat gestures at her sister’s green mouth, “spitting?”
“Oh, Tsuru and Tsubame gave me these little packets,” Dunstana answers. “It’s some kind of secret ninja thing. You bite them, and then spit at the guy. Then, when he can’t see, I think you’re supposed to stab him in the face. I think that’s the most important part of being a ninja.”
She shrugs.
“I don’t know what’s in them,” she continues. “But they’re kinda spicy. They don’t taste very good, though, so I don’t think you’re supposed to eat them.”
She frowns.
“I should probably brush my teeth soon,” she decides. “Just in case it is poison.”
She starts walking off.
“Hey, Jimena,” she calls to her first mate. “Did we pack my toothbrush?”
Not for the first time in her life, Kat is left scratching her head and her sister’s antics. Still, now her curiosity is piqued. She’s going to make sure she asks Kokoro about ninjas the next time she’s over at the noodle house.
But, seriously, if I’m ever a Pro Wrestler, my entire moveset will be Misting the other guy…
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