The air in the royal training yard was thick with the scent of ozone and overripe fruit. Nai-s knelt on the scorched marble, her training gi torn at the shoulder. Before her, slick with pulp and radiating a terrible, potassium-rich aura, stood the Banana King.
A lemon.
The Banana King’s compound eyes widened. “You wouldn’t.” Nai-s Training Diary -Final- -Banana King-
Nai-s picked up her voice recorder. “Final update: Victory. The Banana King is now a banana republic… of one. A very sad, sour banana republic.”
She took a single, perfect, unbruised banana from the ruin, peeled it, and took a bite. The air in the royal training yard was
“Final entry,” Nai-s whispered, her voice recorder crackling on the stone beside her. “Day 365. The Yellow Sovereign has breached the Caramel Ward. My ki is low. My potassium levels are, ironically, critical.”
She reached into her gi. Not for a weapon. For the one thing the Banana King could not metabolize. A lemon
Not a normal lemon. The Lemon of Absolute Sourness , harvested from the tree grown in the ashes of a citrus god. She had saved it for the final boss.