One Piece: From Picking Up Red Hair's Broken Arm

Chapter 185 Bombarding Rocks [5K]

Upon seeing the guy in front of him who looked almost exactly like Blackbeard, Shano's pupils suddenly contracted.

Rocks?
This guy should have died over thirty years ago, right?

Truth or illusion?
But it doesn't matter anymore...

He raised his head and looked at the overwhelming Conqueror's Haki that was pressing down on him like a flood.

You think you can overpower me with that level of Conqueror's Haki?!

Stop dreaming!

Xia Nuo grinned, spread his arms, and an aura no less powerful than his opponent's Conqueror's Haki burst forth from his body, colliding fiercely with the terrifying pressure coming his way!
boom!
Two overwhelming forces clashed fiercely in mid-air, black and red lightning spreading and exploding in the void like a spider web, causing the entire space to tremble violently at this moment.

"Oh?"

Rocks looked surprised, the gust of wind whipping his cloak around him. "This level of Conqueror's Haki... is quite rare. Hey, kid, what's your name?"

Xia Nuo did not answer immediately, but instead turned her gaze and looked around again.

Looking at the high-hanging crescent moon and the steep cliffs, everything still seemed so real, even the wind blowing in my face carried the unique salty smell of the coast.

but……

It's limited to the surrounding area only.

After being hit by its own Conqueror's Haki, this virtual space seemed to be struggling to maintain itself.

Look carefully -

In the far distances, such as beyond the horizon or at the edge of the mountains, the images are blurry, as if they have been pixelated, making it impossible to see any details.

"As expected, a fake is still a fake."

Xia Nuo looked up at the cliff again, "But with such a powerful entrance, and the ability to even mimic Conqueror's Haki, most people really wouldn't be able to tell the difference. They'd probably be scared out of their wits."

"fake?"

Upon hearing this, Rocks raised an eyebrow, his sinister smile widening.
"Fake?! Ha! Kid, you've got some nerve!"

He took a sudden step forward, leaped high into the air, and the cliff instantly shattered. Locke's figure also crashed down, punching towards Shano!
"Show some respect, kid! I'm the real deal, Rocks D. Gibber! If it weren't for those bastards ganging up on me back then, I'd be the King of the World by now!"

"The illusion is just as fond of boasting as the real person!"

Xia Nuo didn't back down at all, and threw a punch just as hard. "Speaking of which, I've always been curious. Can you answer this for me on behalf of Locke?"

Boom!
The clash of their fists unleashed a violent shockwave, sending sand and gravel flying. Lox spat out the pebbles in his mouth, snarling:
"What nonsense about this and that? I've already said I'm the person myself, you bastard! If you have any questions, just say them directly, stop rambling on!"

"Everyone puts their surname first and their given name last, so why are you the only one who insists on being called Rocks?"

Lockes abruptly stopped, scratched his head in surprise, and after a long pause, roared angrily:

"What kind of question is this! Whether I'm willing or not is none of your business!"

There wasn't a soul in sight, and Lox's expression suddenly changed.

"If you can't answer that, then it's fake!"

At that moment, Xia Nuo's voice suddenly rang out from above.

Lockes subconsciously looked up, only to find that his opponent had somehow arrived in mid-air, his right fist wrapped in black and red lightning, slamming hard towards the top of his head!

Click!

Before the fist even landed, the terrifying Conqueror's Haki had already shattered the illusionary space.

Under the violent impact, Rocks' "body" began to crack, his face still frozen in a stunned expression, and his whole body exploded inch by inch like a shattered mirror!

next moment.

Rumble!
It seemed as if endless black and red lightning was released from his shattered body, dancing wildly like mad snakes, filling the entire space.

This scene lasted for a long time, demonstrating just how terrifying the sheer amount of power compressed and sealed within "Rocks" was.

But Xia Nuo's Conqueror's Haki was already quite strong, so how could it be affected?
He stood with his fist clenched, his gaze calm, coldly watching the aftershocks of the Conqueror's Haki gradually fade, watching the blood moon and the cliffs collapse in distortion, disappearing into the darkness. Then, all other illusions receded like the tide.

next moment.

Swish!
The scene before him blurred, and he was back in the wooden house.

The pitcher plant's leaves drooped limply, as if something stored inside had vanished.

At that moment, the old patriarch on the bed suddenly coughed violently and slowly opened his eyes.

"grandfather!"

"Clan leader!"

Chia and Noah were both surprised and delighted, and rushed to the bedside. The other warriors were also overjoyed and excited.

As for the Fallen Ones crew members waiting in the corridor outside the door, they looked at each other, somewhat confused.

They couldn't understand why the captain seemed to have just stood there in a daze for a while, as if he had woken up the old patriarch.

"Noah, and Chia... you're both here. My head is throbbing... how long have I been unconscious?"

The old patriarch struggled to sit up, his gaze sweeping across the area before being drawn to the pitcher plant. He was immediately taken aback, his eyes wide with surprise: "Hmm? This is... someone releasing the power sealed within the sacred fruit?"

"If the sealed power refers to Rocks' Conqueror's Haki."

Xia Nuo replied casually, "That's what I did."

Upon hearing this, the old patriarch's pupils suddenly contracted, and he abruptly looked up at Xia Nuo: "You? You... you were actually able to withstand Rocks's domineering aura?"

He reached out, his hand trembling, pointing to the pitcher plant: "This thing was left to me by Rocks. It contains the purest form of that man's domineering aura, compressed to its limit! Even a tiny release is enough to scare the wild beasts of the forest and passing sea kings until they foam at the mouth..."

"Is this why it has served as a sacred fruit, protecting your tribe for decades?"

Robin walked in at that moment, keeping a certain distance, intently observing the drooping pitcher plant, and chuckled:
"These are such adorable and interesting plants... But, old man, don't underestimate our captain, he's..."

"I'll come, I'll come!"

Nami burst in, excitedly raising her right arm, "I'm good at this, leave it to me, Robin!"

She clenched her fist and put it to her mouth, pretending it was a microphone. After clearing her throat a few times, she pointed at Xia Nuo and said smugly:
"Listen up, old man! Standing before you is—"

"The world's greatest swordsman, Shano! Captain of the Fallen Adventurers! A super wanted criminal with a bounty of over two billion Berries! A major thorn in the side of the World Government! He severed Rayleigh's arm! He repelled a Marine Admiral and even fought against one of the Four Emperors, Kaido... Ouch, ouch, ouch! Bro, what are you doing?!"

She clutched her head, which was swollen with several bumps, and tears welled up in her eyes from the pain.

Behind the rising white smoke, Xia Nuo withdrew his fist with a dark expression.

That brat, she's never going to stop!

He kicked Nami out of the house, then gave Robin a strange look.

This pitcher plant is quite interesting.

But how exactly does it relate to the word "cute"?

"..."

The old clan chief's expression was somewhat blank, as if it took him a while to process Nami's introduction. When he looked at Shano again, he seemed to realize something:
"A bounty of over two billion, so that's why... It's a new generation of emperor-level beings who have come to our island..."

“Grandpa, it’s not just that, Brother Xia Nuo also…” Qi Ya leaned over and whispered the whole story that had happened.

"The flamingo is dead? And you, kid, were you also saved by Lord Xia Nuo?"

The old patriarch glared at Chia first, "You're only thirteen years old, and you dare to show off... I'll deal with you later!"

He looked at Xia Nuo again, struggling to get out of bed, but Xia Nuo pressed down on his shoulder: "Grandpa, you just woke up and your body is still weak, so don't do this, you should rest first."

"No... I must thank you in person."

The old patriarch insisted on rising, and with the support of his two grandsons, solemnly bowed to Shano. "I am Link, the patriarch of the Agatha Clan. You not only saved me and my grandson, but also avenged the blood feud of my entire clan. This kindness..."

"It's just a little effort."

Xia Nuo waved his hand helplessly; he was tired of saying that phrase all the way here.

Perhaps... this is the hidden benefit of killing a notorious villain: for no apparent reason, many people will regard him as their benefactor and owe him a debt of gratitude.

There's one in the amusement park, there's one in the New World, and maybe even one in Beihai, the old stronghold of the Don Quixote family...

He didn't take it to heart at all, and after helping old Link up, he smiled and said:
"Old man, you don't need to worry about it. In comparison, I'm more curious about your relationship with Lox. Can you tell me about it?"

Rocks?

Old Link sat on the bed, sighed deeply, and his eyes became profound: "That was...something from many, many years ago..."

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The roads were muddy in the drizzling rain.

In Thor Town, outside a dilapidated restaurant, a ragged, red-haired boy huddled in a corner, his eyes glowing green with hunger, barely clinging to life.

The young chef glanced over here, then silently turned and went into the kitchen.

Before long, a steaming plate of stewed meat and two blackened bread rolls were brought out and placed in front of the boy.

The boy turned his head in surprise. The young chef squatted down next to him, lit a cigarette, and said leisurely, "Stop looking, kid. Finish your food and get out of here. If the boss sees this, I'll lose my job."

The boy stared intently at him, making the cook a little uneasy. Suddenly, he fell silent and began wolfing down the stewed meat.

After a long while, he mumbled indistinctly, "Hey, what's your name?"

"Why are you asking this? Are you planning to repay me later?" the cook scoffed. "Save your breath. These days... you should focus on surviving first."

"My name is Rocks!" the boy declared to himself. "I'm going to be the king of the world! When I have my own ship in the future, I'll definitely come to pick you up and have you be my chef!"

"nerve."

The young cook cursed, "I should have eaten it myself. Damn it... what bad luck, I saved another one who's mentally ill."

"I'm asking you, what's your name!"

The cook frowned, turned his head to look at the ignorant brat. The brat didn't get an answer, stopped eating, and just stared at him stubbornly. The light in his pupils was inexplicably unsettling.

"There's really nothing I can do to you..."

The cook exhaled a smoke ring, looked at the gloomy rain, and grinned:

"Link, my name is Link."

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Ten years later, bandits attacked Thunder Town.

Chaos was everywhere, and there were cries and screams everywhere. The restaurant door had been kicked open, and a chef who had just entered middle age was kicked and fell to the ground.

"I already said to hand over all the money!"

The bandit leader swung the money bag in his hand, grinning maliciously as he increased the pressure of his foot: "Hey! You bastard, are you deaf? How dare you hide so much..."

"Give me back my money!"

Link was trampled underfoot, humiliated but refusing to yield, tears streaming down his face as he roared, "That's the money my clan saved to treat my father's illness! Give me back my money!"

"Life-saving money?"

Just as the bandit leader was about to say something with a cold smile, a dark figure suddenly attacked.

boom!
The bandit leader was kicked away and crashed heavily into the tavern wall in the distance.

"Who?!" The other bandits drew their knives in panic.

As the dust settled, the young man stood in front of Link with one hand in his pocket and casually tossed him a money bag with his other hand: "Hey, old man, here's your money."

Link took it blankly, and when he looked up and saw the young man's face clearly, his pupils contracted sharply.

"Lo...Rocks?!"

"Hey, cook, you still remember me?" Rocks didn't even glance at the bandits who were flanking him, and just snapped his fingers casually.

The Conqueror's Haki erupted suddenly, and the bricks and stones of the entire street cracked instantly. The bandits didn't even have time to scream before they all rolled their eyes and fell to the ground.

Link stared blankly at the scene.

How did that kid who couldn't even afford to eat back then become so strong?

"I have a boat now, cook."

Rocks suddenly turned around, stretched out his hand to him, and grinned broadly:

"Look at you, still stuck here as a cook after all these years, everyone can bully you, how frustrating is that? Why don't you just come out to sea with me?"

Link held the money bag, his face full of hesitation.

"Don't worry, I know what you're worried about." Rocks rolled his eyes. "If you're going to board the ship, as the captain, my first stop will definitely be to send you back to your hometown to see your old man off!"

"It's for medical treatment, you bastard!" Link roared with fangs. "With this money, we can cure Dad's illness, what's the point of sending him off to his grave!"

"almost!"

Lockes laughed nonchalantly, hands on his hips. "Anyway, from today onwards, I have my own chef, right?"

He reached out his hand to Link again.

"Did you ask for my name back then for nothing?"

Link glared at him, but ultimately took his hand:
“Link, call me Link.”

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The small boat braves the wind and waves, sailing on the vast and boundless sea.

"Lox, a storm is coming! Can you stop eating and come help me pack up the things on the deck!"

"Don't rush, Link. It's because your stew smells so good, woof woof woof..."

Boom!
A punch came flying at him.

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and pack!"

"Ouch...it hurts! I know, I know. You panicked over such a little wind and rain. I'll get a super big ship sooner or later. Damn it! Who's the captain here, all these bossy people!"

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"Have new recruits boarded the ship again, Rocks?"

"Yeah, Link, come on, let's get acquainted. This is a guy I really think highly of. Oh, I forgot... what's his name again?"

"Edward Newgate."

"Oh right, Newgate! Haha, look at my memory, there are almost a hundred people on the ship now. Sigh, the more people I have under my command, the worse my memory gets..."

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“Link, these are our new crew members, Longbread and Linlin! Hey you, Newgate! Go and bring the newcomers over here and let them greet the first mate.”

"Good morning, First Mate!"

"Long Bread is a very skilled chef, Link. With him joining us, you won't have to work so hard all the time in the kitchen!"

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"Lox, the crew members are fighting again, and it's getting really bad. They're becoming increasingly disobedient to me. Can you go and stop them?"

"Let them fight, the fiercer the better. The World Government guys have chickened out lately, and I'm bored anyway, so I can watch the show."

"How could you do this? These people, although I don't approve of many of them, are all partners you chose..."

"Pfft, hahaha! So what? We're pirates, that's how pirates are. This world is a dog-eat-dog world, only the strong who survive are qualified to be my subordinates!"

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"Rox, Thor Town is gone."

"Huh?... It's you, Link. What do you mean by 'gone'?"

"That's it... The island's magnetic field seems to have malfunctioned. The landscape has changed drastically, and almost continuous thunderstorms have covered the entire island. The town was completely destroyed in an instant. It's likely that no one will ever live on that island again..."

"I thought it was something serious. I was taking a nice nap and they woke me up. Is that all? It's over, it's over! You only worked there for a few years, it's not like it's your hometown!"

"...Really? I thought that someday when we passed through, you would want to come with me and stroll around the town..."

"Hululu~"

"Rocks? Rocks?"

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"Link! Are you crazy? I told you to keep shelling that area, why did you turn around?! You've let the navy ships escape!"

"Am I crazy? That's the town's port! There are so many civilians there! Didn't you see them?!"

"I know, but what does it matter! As long as we can wipe out this entire navy and instill fear in the World Government, nothing else matters, right?"

"..."

"Hey! Link, why aren't you saying anything! Are you mute?"

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“Rocks, you’ve changed too much, or maybe this is the real you. We’re really not on the same path. I’m sorry, I can’t continue to be your partner.”

"Who cares! Get lost! You're so weak you need a newbie to protect you, but what right do you, an old cook who can't even cook properly, have to stay on my ship!"

"Don't forget, your so-called 10 billion Berry bounty is entirely due to your title as the first mate. Without that title, you are nothing!"

Rocks stood on the deck, his long, deep red hair whipping wildly in the wind. Behind him stood Whitebeard, gripping a long sword; Kaido, arms crossed and expressionless; and the slender, shapely Linlin…

He stared at Link's departing figure, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, but his face was full of violence and disdain.

"Hmph, what a piece of trash! I can still conquer this ocean without you!"

He turned and roared, "Men, keep going! Target—the Roger Pirates!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"That's about it."

Old Link raised his head, looked at the pitcher plant that had gradually regained its vitality, and said softly:

"After we parted ways, I returned to my hometown and never went out again. As for that guy... more than 30 years ago, when he was about to go to that place called Valley of the Gods, he suddenly seemed to know in advance that he was going to die. He announced to the world that he had left behind a treasure and said that he had put the treasure map in the original old place."

The people in the cabin had been completely absorbed in the story, and only now did they slowly come to their senses, sighing with emotion.

"old place?"

Nami was completely confused and asked, "Why did you stop halfway through your sentence? What 'usual place'?"

(End of this chapter)