He had his fill of food; now it was time to satisfy his competitive hunger. No better way to do that than test himself through the rigors of the modern carnival game! Looking particularly pleased with himself, his contagiously bubbly smile naturally spread from ear to ear, Luffy's starlit eyes amazedly wandered across the long walk of carnival booths. His head was practically on a swivel, darting back and forth, drawn in by the sights and sounds pouring out from the people and the workers.
"Naa, what should I try first? There's so much to pick from..." he mused aloud in a strong, confident pitch. "How about that?"
The Strongman booth. A classic. The burly man working the game, deftly holding the hefty mallet in one hand, beckoned all challengers to approach, to prove their strength to their lovely lady friends and bring them home a prize.
"What's the matter, not man enough to ring the bell? Just grab the hammer and give it a good hard swing, gents!" he exclaimed. Several people stepped up to take him up on his offer; a few walked away as a winner, but only one in a dozen ever seemed to even come close to the lofty bell up at the top.
Luffy strode up, boasting his long and lanky build, and immediately was greeted by a scoff and a laugh. "C'mon, beat it, kid," the worker chided, shooing Luffy away with a brush of his hand. "You couldn't even make it halfway up."
Luffy seemed to take particular offense at the statement, and snatched away the mallet right out of the worker's firm grip. He narrowed his eyes sharply, with an amazing intensity framed in those suddenly frigid gaze. "You don't think so? Don't judge people so quickly."
He stepped up in front of the springing board, but took a sudden pause before even attempting to lift the hammer up. With the weapon in question in one hand, he raised it up to eye level, glancing it over with a very questionable look stamped on his face. He turned it around, looked and studied it over from all angles as he turned it effortlessly about despite its weight, and then carelessly chucked it backwards over his head, nearly clubbing the booth worker out cold before the game even started.
"Hmm, don't need it," was all Luffy had to say. Tightly, the young man in the straw had clentched his fist up tight and swung it viciously over his head. With such speed and force, his entire limb stretched out far over his head, rising as high as the bell he intended to ring, then came springing back down again at breakneck speeds. His bare fist slammed into the spring board with such monstrous force that it sent the weight rocketing upward, crashed through the bell, and kept right on sailing into the sky.
Just after 12:30, nowhere in particular
"Naa, what should I try first? There's so much to pick from..." he mused aloud in a strong, confident pitch. "How about that?"
The Strongman booth. A classic. The burly man working the game, deftly holding the hefty mallet in one hand, beckoned all challengers to approach, to prove their strength to their lovely lady friends and bring them home a prize.
"What's the matter, not man enough to ring the bell? Just grab the hammer and give it a good hard swing, gents!" he exclaimed. Several people stepped up to take him up on his offer; a few walked away as a winner, but only one in a dozen ever seemed to even come close to the lofty bell up at the top.
Luffy strode up, boasting his long and lanky build, and immediately was greeted by a scoff and a laugh. "C'mon, beat it, kid," the worker chided, shooing Luffy away with a brush of his hand. "You couldn't even make it halfway up."
Luffy seemed to take particular offense at the statement, and snatched away the mallet right out of the worker's firm grip. He narrowed his eyes sharply, with an amazing intensity framed in those suddenly frigid gaze. "You don't think so? Don't judge people so quickly."
He stepped up in front of the springing board, but took a sudden pause before even attempting to lift the hammer up. With the weapon in question in one hand, he raised it up to eye level, glancing it over with a very questionable look stamped on his face. He turned it around, looked and studied it over from all angles as he turned it effortlessly about despite its weight, and then carelessly chucked it backwards over his head, nearly clubbing the booth worker out cold before the game even started.
"Hmm, don't need it," was all Luffy had to say. Tightly, the young man in the straw had clentched his fist up tight and swung it viciously over his head. With such speed and force, his entire limb stretched out far over his head, rising as high as the bell he intended to ring, then came springing back down again at breakneck speeds. His bare fist slammed into the spring board with such monstrous force that it sent the weight rocketing upward, crashed through the bell, and kept right on sailing into the sky.