Contagious Passion
While in recovery, Randall considers how he was completely overwhelmed by Ragazzo, whereas Feather didn't seem the least bit fazed. It makes him wonder whether he's truly a worthy rival for Feather.
Randall: Huff... Huff...
Randall: Tch, talk about pathetic... Can't believe I'm outta breath just from taking a walk.
Randall stops to collect himself and recalls the circumstances under which he came to suffer this injury.
The crew arrived at Stella Island, a remote island known for its research on astronomy.
They were there to handle a monster extermination request and completed it with little difficulty.
During their sojourn on the island, however, they suffered an attack from a mysterious organization known as Navis.
There was a particularly heated confrontation with one of their elite members, Ragazzo.
Ragazzo: I don't have to tell you a damn thing.
Ragazzo: Get outta my face already!
Feather: ...!
Randall: Feather!
Ragazzo's flaming fists close in before Feather's eyes.
Randall: Gaaah!
Taking the full brunt of Ragazzo's attack, Randall suffered a near-fatal wound.
Though he survived thanks to Tikoh's restorative magic, the caustic nature of the wound left behind a deep scar.
A major blow was dealt to Randall's pride as well, making him realize how much stronger Ragazzo is than him.
More surprising than that, however, is the fiery passion Feather has for a rematch with this foe.
Randall had never seen his childhood friend so fired up before.
Randall: Thought soaking in the rain might calm my nerves a bit, but all it's done is make my head fuzzier.
Randall: Come to think of it, this feeling's not new.
Randall: We had a pretty heated exchange the first time he fought that Ragazzo guy too.
Feather: You gotta let me up! I wanna find that guy and fight him!
Randall: Feather, who are you chasing after? I wouldn't mind smashing his face in for you.
Feather: You... wouldn't be able to take him down.
Randall: What?
Feather: Same goes for me... I probably wouldn't stand a chance either.
Randall: Of course you wouldn't! You already got slammed once!
Feather: Yeah... And in one hit too!
Randall: In... in one hit?
Vyrn: You sure you wanna rematch against someone that strong?
Feather: Heck yeah I do! Meeting him gave my fighting spirit a boost!
Feather: I just know that if we exchange fists, I'll be able to push myself to new limits! So you gotta let me go!
Days have passed since Feather's first encounter with Ragazzo.
Randall: ...
Randall: (I've kinda been on edge ever since hearing about that punk getting knocked out in a single blow...)
Randall: (I've got this weird feeling... as if I've got fish bones stuck in my throat.)
Randall: Damn it!
Predator: Clearly, something's bothering you. Want to talk about it?
Predator, whose real name is Ema, has lived her life as an assassin hoping to avenge her father's death one day.
Having since achieved that goal, she's given up the assassin trade and now travels the skies in search of a new goal.
Randall: Predator... Meh, it's nothing.
Predator: It certainly doesn't seem like nothing.
Randall: You've got a keen eye... All those years as an assassin must've paid off.
Predator: Let's just say being observant's become a bit of a habit for me.
Randall: No point in hiding it, huh?
Predator: I'm willing to listen if you want to talk about it. Just getting it off your chest can be a big relief sometimes.
Randall: Thought you might say that. But no thanks.
Predator: You'd prefer I not care?
Randall: Nah, more like I just dunno how to explain this thing.
Randall: I'm in a bad mood 'cause I can't figure out what exactly's eating away at me.
Predator: ...
Predator: Randall... You're too attached to Feather, perhaps more than you realize.
Randall: Huh? Who ever said anything about that loudmouth?
Predator: Do you remember when you first heard that Feather lost to Ragazzo?
Predator: At first I thought you were angry for your friend's sake.
Predator: In which case, any hostility or obsession you felt should have been directed at Ragazzo.
Predator: And yet, you directed those feelings toward Feather.
Randall: Aw, cut the crap! Stop talking as if you can read me like an open book.
Predator: Sorry, I guess that wasn't the best way to put it. It's just that I've lived for revenge for such a long time myself...
Predator: Should I call what you two share a symbiotic relationship? After all, you and Feather are who you are because of each other.
Randall: Pssh... As if that numbskull'd have any effect on me!
Randall: He's never gonna get that legs trump fists until my foot finds his face and knocks him out.
Randall: That's the extent of our relationship—no more, no less.
Predator: I'm sorry if I caused offense.
Predator: Though I do think you two have something special.
Randall: ...
Eh, no worries. I'll just take it as a bit of chitchat.
Randall: ...
Randall: Maybe Predator was right after all.
Randall: I sure hate the thought of someone other than me giving Feather a good beatdown.
Randall: I was so ready to go teach that Ragazzo a lesson, until I realized I wouldn't stand a chance and chickened out.
Randall: Feather, though, wasn't fazed in the least and is looking forward to a rematch...
Randall clenches his fists and recalls the battle between Feather and Ragazzo once more.
Randall: (I've never seen that knucklehead get so serious.)
Randall: (He's ready to trade blows with Ragazzo no matter what it takes.)
Randall: (But me? Where do I and my obsession with Feather stand in all of this?)
Randall: (Would Feather even consider me a worthy opponent now?)
The bout with Ragazzo helps Randall better understand the nature of the relationship he's always had with Feather.
However, a new question surfaces in Randall's mind, eating away at him like a plague.
Kicking the Habit
A mysterious woman of the cloth appears before Randall while he is in recuperation. Seeing right through his obsession with Feather, she offers to guide him. Randall accepts but remains cautious.
Randall: They've left...
The crew is attacked by Navis while staying on Stella Island, and Kolulu gets captured.
In order to get their friend back, (Captain) and company track down Navis's base of operations and set out from the inn.
Randall, however, is instructed to stay at the inn until he fully recovers. Captain's orders.
As the curtain of the night falls and quiet sets in, Randall recalls a conversation he had with Feather a day prior.
Feather: Sorry, Randall...
Feather: You got hurt because of me.
Randall: There's nothing for you to worry about. I just did what I wanted to do.
Feather: Sorry...
Randall: ...!
That's exactly what I'm talking about!
Randall: Yo... You're trying to fight for my sake, aren't you?
Randall: Your brain is so full of all that nonsense that you can't even control your fists anymore.
Randall: Simple, right? All you have to focus on is defeating Ragazzo.
Randall: But you're not the kind of guy who can handle doing a bunch of things at once, so I say just focus on Ragazzo.
Randall: You wanna cross fists with him, don't you?
Feather: ...!
Feather: I do... I couldn't cross fists with him before!
Feather: But next time, I'm gonna make sure we talk it out with our fists! And then, I'm gonna win!
Randall: So what're you lying around here for?
Feather: Nothing! It's time I got up and got things done!
Feather: Thanks, Randall!
Randall: Sigh...
Randall: ...
Randall: Sigh... Who's the one being reckless now?
Randall: Like, geez. Look who's talking, right?
Randall: Where do you get off on lecturing me when you're totally wrecked yourself?
Randall grits his teeth and clutches his chest.
Randall: I should be fighting by your side, but here I am lying in bed like a wuss!
Randall: Damn it! How am I supposed to just lie here at a time like this?
Randall sits up abruptly, clenching the edge of the bed sheets.
Randall: Maybe I can still catch up to them now—
Priestess: Even if you go, I'm afraid you will not be of assistance.
Randall: ...!
Who the hell are you?
Priestess: I shall give you the guidance you seek.
The woman's staff begins to glow, its light illuminating Randall's face.
Priestess: O Wise Acquario, the unconventional yet objective one...
Priestess: Your friend's pure and untarnished light has cast a shadow upon your heart.
Randall: The heck?
Priestess: You told yourself that you should be beside him, as his equal.
Priestess: But one day, you found yourself chasing after him as the distance between you two grew larger.
Priestess: Is your one true friend not causing you to suffer?
Randall: ...!
Priestess: Your reaction speaks volumes.
Randall: Who do you think you are coming outta nowhere to talk trash about me? You like walking all over people, huh?
Randall: You wanna "give me the guidance I seek", you said, but I'm not so hopelessly lost that I need some insulting prig to guide me.
Priestess: So you choose a different path from your friend.
Randall: The heck's that supposed to mean?
Priestess: I will guide you. The answers you seek will become clear to you in due time.
Priestess: Of course, I will also respect your wishes. If you choose to turn down my offer of assistance, then I shall take my leave now.
Randall: (What's with this woman... I've got no reason to listen to her, but I find myself drawn to every word she's saying...)
Randall: (I don't like this feeling. Still though...)
Randall: It'd feel weird just parting ways now after hearing you talk up a storm.
Randall: Count me in. What do you need me to do?
Priestess: Come this way, please...
Randall remains vigilant as he follows the woman out of the room.
Kicking the Habit: Scene 2
The woman creates a mirror image of Randall—the version of him that chose to master his fists instead of his legs. By triumphing over his mirror image, his conviction as Feather's one true rival is renewed. The woman sees that Randall is able to part with his past and so thrusts a sword onto the ground before him.
Having followed the woman to grasslands in a quiet part of town, Randall now stands face to face with her.
Priestess: This seems like a good spot. We'll have no interruptions here.
Randall: So what now?
Priestess: I would like you to engage in battle.
Randall: With you?
Priestess: No, with yourself.
Randall: Wha?
Priestess: O Nereus Staff, mock the absent god.
Randall: ...!
The woman's staff releases a powerful light, banishing the surrounding darkness.
When the light finally subsides, Randall opens up his eyes.
Randall?: ...
Randall: The heck? Another me?
Priestess: What you see before you is Randall's other tale—the one you didn't choose.
Priestess: Look closely at his hands. Do they ring a bell?
Randall shifts his attention to the hands of his other self and notices the gauntlets that go up to the elbows.
Priestess: I imagine this is a rather painful memory for you.
Randall: How the hell do you know so much! You some kind of mind reader?
Priestess: You are the one with desire in your heart. The desire to break away from your past.
Priestess: The Nereus Staff is a mirror, and the other you is, in effect, your mirror image.
Randall: So mum's the word on what I really wanna know, huh? I don't like this one bit.
Priestess: This is necessary to fulfill your wish.
Randall: Bring it on! I don't care if it's you or anyone else—I'm gonna knock you out cold!
Priestess: Do not underestimate your other self. He is equal to you in terms of strength and spirit...
Randall: Whatever! Just come at me already!
Randall?: ...!
Randall effortlessly dodges his other self's punches.
Randall: That all you've got? You oughta know how many fist fighters I've taken down—
Randall: Rgh!
Randall: Heh! Nice moves!
Randall: But now it's my turn!
Randall: Tch. Pretty good at this, aren't ya?
Randall?: ...!
Randall: Hack! Cough!
Taking another devastating flurry of blows from his other self, Randall begins to stagger.
Randall: Not bad... Not bad at all.
Randall?: ...
Priestess: Your mirror image is telling you that you had another path in life, one in which you mastered your fists.
Randall: You serious?
Randall: All right, it's true I'd given up on my fists a long time ago.
Priestess: Does it... have to do with your friend?
Randall: Hate to admit it, but yeah. When I saw how much further ahead Feather was with his fists, I realized I was half-assing it.
Randall: Made me feel like a sore loser. Especially since I was just a kid at the time.
Randall: But that's all in the past now. I focused on training my legs instead, which worked out for the better.
Randall: It made me realize I was definitely on the right path!
Priestess: What do you mean?
Randall: I don't feel any "soul" from my fists. At least that's what Feather would call it.
Randall: If I was really meant to punch my way through life, I would've felt something from my other self.
Randall: Except I didn't. Means I've never believed in my own fists.
Randall: Who would've thought it'd take a situation like this for me to finally make sense of that dumbass's logic.
Randall: Though I probably would've come to the same conclusion even if I'd never met Feather.
Randall: Heck, even Soriz said I've gotta believe in myself if I wanna get stronger.
Randall: Whatever style of combat it is, you need conviction or you end up dull as a butter knife.
Randall: And I bet you know that just as well as I do. Course you do. You're me.
Randall?: ...
Randall: I ran away once. To make up for it, I'm gonna prove to you that the path I'm on now is the right one.
Randall: I'll prove it by beating Feather. You know what that means?
Randall: I'm gonna show Feather what's up. He set me back pretty hard, but I've bounced back that much stronger!
Randall: I didn't put in all this hard work for nothing! It was to surpass Feather one day!
Randall: That's why I can't forgive someone other than me beating the guy!
Randall: I'm the only one who's allowed to kick his ass!
Randall: Get it yet? There's no damn way I'm gonna let myself lose to you.
Randall: Time to finish this! Put up your dukes!
Priestess: It seems you are ready.
Randall: ...!
A sword is thrust onto the field before Randall can make a move.
Kicking the Habit: Scene 3
Randall draws the treasured blade Joyeuse up from the ground, which magically attaches to his leg. The woman then vanishes without a trace. Randall expresses concern, but chasing after the crew at the Navis base takes precedence.
Randall: The heck is this now? You trying to get in my way?
Priestess: Joyeuse...
Priestess: This sacred blade weaves the future. It has responded to your will and now takes on a different color... a different shape.
Randall: My will? You telling me to use this thing?
Randall: Appreciate the offer, but no thanks. A sword's only gonna get in the way of my kicks.
Priestess: As I said... It will take on a different shape...
Randall: You're not making a lick of sense. And I'm not sure I like how you're pushing this thing on me.
Randall: What's it to you anyway?
Priestess: The light does not choose who to shine upon. Open your heart to receive illumination. Close your heart to return to the shadows.
Randall: Dodging the question again, eh?
Randall: Heh, whatever! At the end of the day, I couldn't care less what your motives are!
Randall: I'll just have to come up with my own reasons for using this thing!
Randall pulls the blade out of the ground.
Randall: So you're called the Joyeuse, huh? What have you got in stored for me?
Randall: Am I gonna come out on top against Feather—or at least stand toe-to-toe with him—if I take you up as my weapon?
Randall: Well? Answer me!
A series of words suddenly surfaces in Randall's mind.
Randall: Joyeuse... Kick off the ebony eagle and soar to the blue yonder!
Randall: Joyeuse... You're attached to my leg...
Priestess: (Unconventional indeed... How fitting for your sign.)
Randall: Love it already! This here's true strength—Randall style!
Showing off his new weapon, he turns to his other self.
Randall: Playtime's over. It's been fun.
Randall: But it's time for me to move on. Feather's overdue for an ass-whuppin'!
Randall: Enough reminiscing! This is farewell!
Randall: Haaah!
Randall: Heh...
Priestess: I have confirmed your conviction. May your wish be fulfilled with your newfound power.
Randall: ...
Randall: First you dig up my past like nobody's business, and now you take a back seat, huh?
Randall: I'd ask you what your goal is in all this, but you probably wouldn't give me a straight answer anyway.
Priestess: Are you not filled with renewed purpose?
Randall: Not a fan of your condescending tone, but you're right—I've got stuff to do.
Randall: If you've got nothing else to say, then I suggest you run along. I'm about to vamoose, myself.
Priestess: May you find salvation...
Randall: Man, what a weirdo that woman was.
Randall: Whatever though. I've got my own problems to worry about.
Randall: First thing is getting payback on Ragazzo. My business with Feather can come after that.
Randall: I sure took the long way getting here, but I know what I've gotta do now!
Randall: Just you wait! I'm gonna catch up to you guys in no time!
In overcoming his past self, Randall has gained a new power in the form of Joyeuse.
Though he's still somewhat uneasy about the woman's true purpose, he collects himself and makes for Navis's base.