“Bahaahahaha! Look out below beach goers! The Greatest Under Heaven is here!” and just like that, Kaida jumped off a diving board into the beach. She landed as a cannonball, resting a rather impressive splash, soaking some now VERY frustrated fellow beachgoers a bit more than they would have liked, not that Kaida really cared! Why would you be at the beach if you didn’t want to get wet?! Serves them right for swimming around near a diving board anyway! The half-oni burst from under the water, standing up to her full height, laughing with boisterous energy.

Her swimsuit was a simple two piece bikini, coloured black, and standing in stark contrast to the standout nature of her appearance. The two horns sprouting from her head, devoid of the censer she typically had hanging from them, added to that element of contrast but what really cemented it was the rather impressive tattoo on her back. It was a colourful thing, consisting of vibrant greens, reds and purples, all coming together to form a serpentine dragon, akin to those commonly depicted in Joyan media.

“Fwah…that was fun! Bahahaha!” Yet again, another laugh escaped the lips of she would be the Strongest Under Heaven. She exhaled, water dripping off her muscled form, and began to wade back to the nearby beach. The water was rather lovely and all that but you know what? Kaida wanted to try one of those cocktails she had heard of. Fruity, sweet and most vitally alcoholic. It sounded like something that was exactly perfect up Kaida’s alley.

She waded through the waters and onto the beach, feeling the soft but warm sand beneath her toes, before eventually reaching the small beachside shack that was the bar. She leaned forward and rested her left arm on the counter, smirking smugly to the twenty something year old lad running it.

“Can I get a cocktail? Got anything with fruit?” Kaida’s request was a simple one, delivered with all her boastful confidence, as she eyed the short and scruffy haired lad in his swimming trunks and shirt.

“One mojito coming up big lady!” The youth’s response was sharp and quick, paired with him starting to put together a simple but classic mojito. Moments later it was presented to the half-oni, now sitting upon a bar stool, who would take one simple sip from it. She smiled to herself, appreciating the fruity and sweet taste, tinged with just a little bit of alcoholic bitterness. Damn! The world outside of Joya had some pretty good drinks!