Pirates of the Navy Thunder God

Chapter 742 The Devil’s Smile (33)

With Ron's approval, Violet breathed a sigh of relief and no longer had any concerns.

Just like the starting point of her suggestion, King Liku and others could not tolerate their homes being coveted by others, especially by people they didn't know about.

Early the next morning, residents were surprised to find that Area No. 4, which had been blocked the day before, was open again, proving that the visitors had left and there was no security threat.

They are busy building their homes and at most they sigh and say how fast things are going, but then they no longer care.

At the same time, Kin'emon and his companions saw their opportunity.

In the hotel room, Kanjuro gulped down the water in the bottle and said.

"I asked about it. It's very easy to visit Area 4. You can join the queue if you have five or more Dressrosa residents with no criminal record and guarantee it together, or if you haven't caused any trouble within a month of landing. There are also some local events and competitions held from time to time, and the winners can also get the qualification."

"But now no residents are willing to guarantee us, and a month is too long, so there is only one way we can choose."

"But aren't you fugitives?"

The flamingo stood on the table, in front of a plate of lobsters, tearing at them with its beak. "Going to win the game and show off or something, are you sure that's okay?"

"Don't worry, Pink Feather!"

Kin'emon patted his chest and said, "We are just fugitives from Wano Country, not wanted criminals by the navy. No one knows who we are."

"Call me Lord Pink Feather, idiot!"

"It hurts! I know, don't bite your nose!"

The flamingo jumped up and down, flapping its wings and rushing forward. After a moment, it threw away Kin'emon's messy hair and crossed its wings.

"Indeed, there is no other way at the moment. With your strength, it is impossible for you to break through the defense line and get in... Tsk, you are really a bunch of idiots."

"Even if there is, I won't do it! We are warriors, noble warriors. How can we break into the palace like bandits?"

"Okay idiot, I get it idiot."

So, not long after, at a fruit-cutting competition held in Area 3, three more men wearing beach pants, floral shirts and sun hats on their heads appeared.

"Young Master, let Kanjuro and I play in this match!"

"No, I am also a warrior, there is no reason for me to retreat!"

"This……"

In response to Momonosuke's insistence, Kin'emon and Kanjuro looked at each other and sighed helplessly: "I know!"

Since it is an entertainment event open to the whole nation, the rules are relatively loose. Momonosuke, an eight-year-old child, did not attract much attention when he went on stage. Everyone showed off their best skills, making the venue full of laughter.

But jokes aside, the game must go on.

After the host eliminated those contestants who were there to make up the numbers and be funny with funny reasons, the remaining 36 contestants officially started the competition.

Some of these people are genuinely curious about Area 4 and want to take a look at the sights; some are here for the extra prizes in the tournament; and some are chefs who are optimistic about the future of Dressrosa and want to become famous and gain a foothold here.

However, this time the competition was called a fruit cutting competition, so the only thing being competed was knife skills. Seeing the contestants officially coming on stage, the host Gaz picked up the Den Den Mushi and spoke loudly.

"After all the laughter and jokes, please pay attention. These thirty-six people are the real masters of this competition!"

"What? An eight-year-old kid has advanced? Ambition really shines!"

On the high platform, Kanjuro and Kin'emon turned around in shock and looked at Momonosuke who was standing not far away.

"Little Lord?"

"Little Lord?"

"Humph, I'm also with... a warrior, what's so strange about advancing?!"

Momonosuke crossed his arms proudly, with a look of disdain on his face.

The preliminary round, or the exhibition round, tests a simple matter of cutting and sorting the fruits within the same amount of time. Whoever cuts more fruits will be selected.

Momonosuke was born in Wano Country after all, and considered himself a samurai, and had been with swords since childhood. Although his sword could not be used to kill people, it was undoubtedly much better than those tourists who came here purely for fun for cutting fruits. Luckily, he successfully advanced with a score of 36th place.

"But he's going to cry next, isn't he?"

In a restaurant that had been secretly cleared out behind the large square where the event was held, Ron grinned as he watched the images projected by the Den Den Mushi.

Noticing his expression, Cyrus and Violet beside him looked at each other and shuddered.

He did cry, because the next game was called Fruit Ninja, where people stood on a high platform and a catapult kept throwing fruits at them. The players needed to grasp the timing and cut the fruits before they fell.

Points will be awarded based on completion and quantity.

only……

It's not just fruit.

"Hehe, layman, do you know how to cut black rock fruit?"

The first sturdy man who came on stage showed disdain on his face, waving two large kitchen knives, and asked Kanjuro behind him.

Kanjuro turned around: "Black Rock Fruit? What is that?"

"You are indeed an amateur. Fortunately, the official score is calculated based on the degree of completion. You are finished!"

Bang!
After that, the first row of fruits was ejected from below by a catapult, reaching a height of just two meters above the platform, covering as many heights and arm lengths as possible.

The sturdy man's eyes darkened, and he muttered to himself, "Apple, banana, pineapple, durian, as expected... all four ways of cutting appeared. I'm sure to win!"

Swish!Swish!Swish!Swish!
Apples are cut crosswise, bananas are peeled and separated, pineapples are peeled in a circular pattern, and durian is cut crosswise like apples, but the cut surface just happens not to damage the flesh in the center, so it falls right along the gap.

"Oh! Excellent knife skills! Contestant No. 1 used four different cutting methods in a short period of time. He is indeed a professional chef!"

Gaz's excited commentary heightened the atmosphere on the field.

At this point, boom! boom! boom!
Another row of fruits popped up.

"Apples, apples, oranges... Eh? This black one, is it the black rock fruit? It's not that easy to get."

Black rock fruit is known for its hard shell. If you foolishly cut the shell with a knife, it is considered to be of good quality if the knife does not break. Only by cutting along the invisible gap can you successfully split it.

This not only tests the knife skills, but also the chef's eyesight.

"But, that can't stop me, Jiro Gyuin!"

After saying that, the sturdy man narrowed his eyes and swung his knife down.

The blade collided with the black shell, making a crisp knocking sound...

Ding! !

"Impossible, this sound...!!!"

Then, BAM!!!

Instantly, the whole audience was in an uproar!

Because the pitch-black fruit suddenly exploded on the spot!
"Appeared!!!"

Gaz picked up the Den Den Mushi and roared, "A little bomb that looks like a black rock fruit!!!"

"Friendly reminder, this is a Fruit Ninja Contest, but it's not all fruit. There are also small bombs disguised as fruit! So contestants must carefully distinguish the real from the fake. If you are unlucky enough to hit a bomb, you will end up like our number one contestant!"

"Of course, the power of the bomb is limited. Normally, no one will be killed... Well, probably."

Looking at contestant No. 1 being carried away by medical staff with black smoke coming out of his mouth, contestant No. 2 Kanjuro roared with fangs.

"Tell me this earlier, asshole!"

Suddenly, Kanjuro thought of something and turned his head to look.

As expected, Momonosuke, who was standing on the platform No. 36, was pale and his legs were trembling. They stood in a circle in the square, with Momonosuke, No. 36, and the sturdy chef, No. 1, only a few meters apart.

"If you don't work hard to get something, people won't know how to cherish it... So even if it's a competition with predetermined rankings, you have to put some pressure on them."

Ron watched the scene with interest and took a sip of tea.

Cyrus: “…”

Violet: "..."

There are only wrong names, no wrong nicknames.

The Navy Blue Dragon deserves the title of Demon!

My head hurts. The plot is inevitably a bit watery. I will speed up the pace tomorrow. This book is expected to be completed by the end of June in July.

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(End of this chapter)