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

Chapter 312 Shanks' Great Crisis
"grandfather?!"

Luffy was stunned, then suddenly realized what was happening and instinctively wanted to run away.

"Where are you running to!"

Garp swept Luffy up by the back of his collar like a chick, lifting him into the air and roaring angrily:
"You brat! I've heard you spouting nonsense again as soon as I got back. What kind of drug did that red-haired guy give you? Do you still think his arm was bitten off by that Lord of the Near Sea?"

"How could a man of that strength be injured by a mere sea beast from the East China Sea! Use your brain and think about this!"

"How is it impossible?"

As Luffy struggled, he shouted defiantly, "If it were a one-on-one fight, Shanks certainly wouldn't be afraid of the Lord of the Coast; he could defeat him in a few punches. But that was to save me; the situation was urgent. Didn't you agree with that back then, Grandpa?"

Garp blushed.

"That's because I was stupid back then! I racked my brains but couldn't figure out that guy's motives for doing this, and that's why your words led me astray!"

The old man grumbled, "Things are different now, you brat!"

Honestly, how could I have believed that back then?

That year, Shanks, though not yet a Yonko (Four Emperors), was already a powerful pirate who had established himself in the New World.

The three-color domineering aura has been fully mastered, and the bounty is as high as 2 billion!

He was crippled by a mere sea monster?

It's outrageous just thinking about it.

To give an analogy, it's as funny as Garp being injured by an axe from a low-ranking marine in the East Blue Branch.

"Here comes Luffy!"

Garp shoved Luffy back into his chair, pointed at the torn newspaper, and glared at him, saying, "Look for yourself, what's that on this guy's arm!"

Luffy looked in the direction Garp was pointing.

In the newspaper, the red-haired man, dressed in summer clothes, had a faint black pentagram-shaped brand on his exposed arm.

"what is this?"

Luffy was bewildered; he hadn't noticed at all.

"The pentagram emblem is a mark that only appears when a Celestial Dragon makes a pact with a legendary demon!"

Garp sneered, "That guy doesn't want to be bound to the Celestial Dragons' holy land, and the only way to break free from their control is to cut this arm off his body!"

"So, the whole thing about him losing his arm to save you was fake! It was an act! He lied to you! Don't you understand, you idiot, Luffy?!"

Luffy stared blankly at the photo in the newspaper.

That pentagram mark was as glaring as a needle.

"This, this is impossible..."

Luffy gripped his straw hat, gritting his teeth, "Shanks... he clearly..."

The image of the red-haired man who gently placed the straw hat on his head appeared in his mind, the figure who could still laugh cheerfully even though he had lost an arm.

Will not!
"I still can't believe it, Grandpa!"

With red eyes, Luffy roared, "Even if you say it's fake that he had his arm bitten off by the Lord of the Coast, his kindness to me is real, and the promise to become the Pirate King is real too!"

"That's enough for me, Grandpa! Besides, I'm just a country bumpkin. If what you're saying is true, then what is Shanks doing all this for? Tell me, tell me!"

Garp was speechless when questioned.

Frustrated, I could only pick my nose.

Nobody knows why!
This is the only thing the old man still can't understand.

Why was Luffy chosen?
And why did Roger's straw hat go to him, hoping he would become the Pirate King and go find ONE PIECE?

Dragon, oh dragon.

You bastard, it's all your fault.

If you hadn't risked your life to rescue Shanks back in God Valley, I wouldn't be having such a headache...

Karp became increasingly agitated, so he grabbed a bottle of liquor from the table, gulped down most of it, and then slammed the bottle back onto the table.

"I don't care about all those complicated details!"

He said casually:

"If you want the truth, you can confront Shanks in person when you're an adult! In short, from today onwards, you're not allowed to mention becoming a pirate or the Pirate King again! I'm tired of hearing it."

"In exchange, I will no longer require you to be a marine! From now on, you must devote yourself wholeheartedly to your training and follow my plan diligently!"

boom!
Garp punched Luffy on the head, instantly causing a large, bright red bump to appear.

"If you dare to slack off or break this agreement, I'll let you taste the iron fist of love again!"

"Ouch, that hurts!!!"

Luffy clutched the large bump on his head, and the tears he had been holding back for so long, which he had been pretending to be strong, suddenly burst forth in pain.

"Why do I have to undergo arduous training again? I haven't finished paying off my debts yet... Wait a minute!"

The slow-witted Luffy finally reacted and looked up in astonishment: "Grandpa, you...you don't want me to be a Marine anymore?"

What's going on with this sudden concession?

So strange!
Makino, standing next to her, glanced at the newspaper subconsciously. Was it because of the sordid things that had been exposed recently?
"I've just figured out a few things."

Karp fell silent, gazing out the tavern window with an unusually dim look in his eyes.

"All these years, I've wanted you and Ace to become Marines because I believe that no matter what, the Navy can at least protect civilians and uphold justice..."

The old man clenched his fists, his voice lowering:
"But now, even I can't tell anymore. Those countries that are preyed upon by the Celestial Dragons, those civilians who are sent to hell by the Navy... what exactly is justice?"

The Warring States period, oh the Warring States period.

You bastard! You promised back then that after you became marshal, something like what happened at God Valley would never happen again!
But in the end...

Luffy stared blankly at his grandfather, Garp, whom he had never met before, and wore a confused and pained expression.

"But not being a pirate is the bottom line!"

Garp suddenly turned around, his fierce expression returning, and grabbed Luffy's ear:

"In short, I've taken an incredibly long vacation this time! I won't be going back to headquarters for a while, I can stay at my hometown for months or even years! And next, I'll personally train you! Until the day you can beat me..."

The old man suddenly chuckled, pointed his thumb at himself, and revealed his gleaming white teeth:
"I'll take you to the new world and confront that red-haired bastard! After that, you can do whatever you want!"

"Hey, really?"

Luffy's eyes lit up instantly, ignoring the pain in his ears from being pulled:
"Grandpa, are you serious? You can't go back on your word!"

During the months he wore the sea stone handcuffs, his strength and endurance improved significantly, equivalent to the hard training he had undergone in the past two or three years!
As for Grandpa, although everyone in the village says he is very strong and capable, he is, after all, very old.

If this pace continues...

hum.

Luffy clasped his fists together, brimming with confidence.

He might not even need to wait until his seventeenth birthday to beat his grandfather to a pulp!
Then we'll be able to meet Shanks and find out the reason behind everything!
"Hmph! When have I ever gone back on my word?"

Karp released his grip and gulped down the rest of the wine in one go.

"Alright, let's get started! Come with me, I want to see if your current physical strength is enough to cultivate Overlord Qi!"

Domineering?

Luffy was full of questions. He seemed to have heard his older brother Shano mention this word before, but he had completely forgotten what it meant.

What is it?

He racked his brains, not even noticing that Garp had casually tossed him onto his shoulder and sped off towards the Colpo Mountains. Garp, meanwhile, ran wildly, feeling the weight on his shoulder and the warmth of Garp's body, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

If it weren't for Xia Nuo causing such a huge mess, he would probably still be torn between two options, unwilling to abandon that mess and go home.

"Stinky boy!"

Garp laughed as he ran, "This time I won't hold back like before! Get ready for real hellish training!"

The tide of the new generation is crashing harder and harder, and the sea in the coming years is destined to be even more treacherous.

He didn't care whether Shanks' feelings for Luffy were genuine or not, or what his true intentions were.

Regardless of how the situation develops in the future.

Luffy's full name is Monkey D. Luffy!

He is the son of the dragon, his grandson!

He absolutely, positively will not stand by and watch Luffy become someone else's pawn or toy!
We must ensure that Luffy has enough power to protect himself as he ventures into the vast ocean!

Even if it takes two hundred times the effort!

"Starting today, every morning you'll do 5,000 push-ups! 5,000 sit-ups! 3,000 squats! And a 100-kilometer run! If you can't do it, don't even think about lunch!"

"Huh? It's only in the morning? That's too..."

"Hmm, that's definitely too few. Let's add two thousand pull-ups! And two thousand sets of basic boxing techniques!"

"Hey! No, Grandpa!!!"

Amidst screams, under the setting sun, the figures of the grandfather and grandson gradually disappeared at the edge of the windmill village, disappearing into the depths of the Korpo Mountains.

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It was early morning, just as dawn was breaking.

New World, aboard the Red Fosse.

"Boss."

Ben Beckman, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, sighed deeply, "The worst has happened. All the newcomers who boarded the ship have run away under the cover of night."

On the deck, a pile of abandoned luggage lay scattered, and a section of rope ladder was still hanging by the railing.

Clearly, those newly recruited apprentice pirates were determined to escape from the ship.

"Ha, so they were scared away after all?"

As he wiped the gun barrel, Yasopp smiled and said, "After all, once the newspaper came out, even some of the veteran crew members were whispering about it."

Raki Lu took a big bite of meat and mumbled indistinctly:
"You can't really blame them, can you? Because of what happened in the North Sea a while ago, the Celestial Dragons are now universally hated. Anyone who suddenly finds themselves on a Celestial Dragon's ship would want to run away..."

"Hey!"

One of the cadres couldn't help but glare, "Laki, the way you're talking makes it sound like our boss is in cahoots with those scumbags!"

"What an idiot..."

Raki Lu was speechless. "There's no way to reason with someone like you who doesn't understand!"

"what?!"

Amidst the commotion, Shanks sat drunk on the ship's railing, clutching a newspaper that rustled in the sea breeze.

The father, Garin Sheng's, unsmiling face in the front-page photo was enough to make anyone feel nauseous.

"Ah……"

Shanks crumpled the newspaper into a ball, tilted his head back, and took another big gulp of wine.
"Actually, they're right, aren't they?"

Wine dripped down his chin, which he casually wiped away, hiccuped, and chuckled self-deprecatingly, "This bloodline is truly disgusting."

Yesterday morning, when he first received the newspaper, he broke out in a cold sweat and immediately realized the seriousness of the matter.

Subsequent developments proved to be exactly as predicted.

Although the Red-Haired Pirates do not have a fixed territory, they do have a number of islands where their flag is planted.

There are also a dozen or so pirate crews who drank the nuptial wine together, existing as subordinates of the "Red-Haired Grand Fleet".

Since noon yesterday, they have been receiving calls from these islands and pirate crews, questioning the authenticity of the Celestial Dragons' identities.

Some of them believed in Shanks' character and were willing to continue following him even though he was once a Celestial Dragon.

But many more were furious, even ashamed to be associated with him, and vowed to sever all ties with the Red-Haired Pirates.

Up to now.

Overnight, even the newlyweds on their own boat had all run away.

This sinful bloodline, oh...

"You drank too much."

Ben Beckman frowned and snatched the gourd from Shanks' hand. "Drowning your sorrows in alcohol is one thing, but why are you wallowing in self-pity here? Hey! This isn't the Shanks I know!"

"Those who left were never true partners or brothers. They already knew your character, so how could they doubt you because of this kind of news!"

"That's right, boss!"

The older crew members on deck nodded in agreement, and some raised bottles of liquor and shouted:

"Forget all that nonsense about bloodlines! The Red-Haired Pirates only recognize you as a person!"

"Exactly! So what if he's a Celestial Dragon? If you really cared about that status, boss, you would have gone back to the Holy Land to enjoy life long ago. Why would you have to fight at sea for so many years?"

"Everyone……"

Shanks stared blankly as his gaze swept over the familiar yet resolute faces, and his hand, which had been tightly gripping the newspaper, slowly loosened.

"Pfft hahahahaha!"

He threw his head back and burst into laughter, the sound echoing across the deck and reverberating on the sea as the sun rose.

"You're right!"

Shanks suddenly stood up, flicked his cloak, grinned, and his eyes were no longer filled with the drunkenness or confusion, but instead with a burning fighting spirit.

"What does the bloodline of the Celestial Dragons matter? What does people's misunderstandings matter? I am Shanks!"

The doubts of the world are only temporary.

His path was not wrong!
When he steps onto the holy land with the light of resistance and the drumbeats of liberation, those who once doubted him and did not understand him will understand his choice and perseverance!
"Bulu Bulu~"

Just then, the Den Den Mushi rang again.

"Where did this interrogation call come from again?" Beckman got up and walked over. "I'll answer it."

"No, I'll do it."

Shanks reached out and stopped Beckman, striding towards the Den Den Mushi. Encouraged and supported by his friends, he had strengthened his resolve once again.

I will never be bothered by those doubts again!

The call is connected.

"I am Shanks."

The redhead spoke calmly.

The next moment, his expression changed drastically, and his pupils contracted.

Because the voice coming from the microphone was both unfamiliar and familiar, an aged voice I hadn't heard from in a very long time:
"Oh, it's me. That makes things easier... I'm Garin. It's been a long time, Shanks."

(End of this chapter)