Sailing at Sea: The Breath of the Day at the Start

Nicole Robin, regaining her senses, stared in shock at the enormous sand tornado that, like a natural disaster, had stopped in mid-air and then began to crumble and collapse.

The black-haired boy carrying a long sword appeared behind Crocodile at some point.

Swish!

Crocodile had a huge wound cut open on his front, stretching from his left shoulder to his right waist, from which a large amount of blood gushed out.

"cough!"

Crocodile coughed up a mouthful of blood, his violently shaking eyes filled with disbelief.

This guy……

actually……

They actually... defeated me?

I, Crocodile, actually lost to this... brat?!

Don't joke around...

“You and the other Rumble-Rumble Fruit users I’ve fought before rely too much on your Devil Fruit abilities.” Ron glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. “If you only know how to rely on your Devil Fruit abilities, no matter how strong they are, you will never become a truly top-tier powerhouse.”

"Shut up... I haven't lost yet..."

"No, you've already lost."

Ron released his grip on the hilt of the Raikiri, and the tip of the Raikiri slowly sank into the void.

He glanced at Crocodile.

"The Iron-Iron Fruit is mine."

finished,

He then turned and walked past Crocodile, getting soaked by the sand and rain falling from the sky, heading towards Rain City.

"Stop right there... cough."

Crocodile, whose consciousness had become blurred due to massive blood loss, could no longer hold on. His tall body swayed and then fell to the side, landing in the yellow sand.

The last image that flashed through his mind before he fainted was Ron's figure disappearing into the yellow sand with his back to him, and that name.

Ron the Traveler.

…………

When Ron walked up to Nicole Robin, who was still in a daze...

She then came to her senses.

When she looked at Ron again, her eyes were filled with shock and awe.

Ron looked at her and smiled, "How about we find a tavern to talk?"

Robin glanced at the figure in the desert whose fate was unknown.

"Don't worry about him, his men are on their way."

Ron, with his hands in his hoodie pockets, walked past her.

The seemingly casual remark he uttered caused Nico Robin's eyes to widen instantly.

"If your wish is to find the truth of history, then come with me."

94, so... wanna go together? (1/4, please customize!)

The rain-soaked city is in utter chaos tonight.

This little bar in the alley, which is only open at night, is relatively quiet.

"Give me an ice-cold beer."

Ron sat at the counter and spoke to the shopkeeper.

"Give."

The owner quickly placed a large glass of iced, bubbly beer in front of him.

Ron had just picked up his glass when the tavern door opened.

Wearing a cowboy hat and a white fur coat, Robin walked up to him and looked at Ron directly:

"How much do you really know about the Poneglyphs?"

"You definitely know more than you do."

Ron glanced at her sideways and smiled.

He poured the beer from the glass into his mouth, gulping it down in one go.

"Ha~"

Ron put down his empty glass, his face full of enjoyment and satisfaction.

"Boss, another drink!"

"Haha, the guest has a really good alcohol tolerance, coming right up."

While waiting for the boss to serve the drinks, Ron turned to look at Robin standing next to her.

She stared intently at him.

Ron rested his arm on the counter, propped his cheek in his hand, and smiled at her, saying, "Do you know who forged the stone tablet that records the Poneglyphs?"

Nico Robin was taken aback.

It seems she has never thought about this question before.

"who is it?"

Ron patted the seat next to him: "Sit down and we'll talk."

Nico Robin gave him a deep look, then sat down in the seat next to him.

Just then, the owner placed another glass of iced beer in front of Ron. Seeing Robin, he smiled and said, "This beautiful lady, would you like something to drink? My shop may be small, but the drinks are just as good as those big shops on the street."

"no need."

"Okay, please feel free to call me if you need anything."

As the shop owner spoke, he walked to the other corner of the counter and began wiping the cups, not wanting to disturb the couple.

"Can you speak now?"

Robin looked at the black-haired boy beside him.

Ron took a sip of beer, glanced at her, and smiled, "In the latter half of the Grand Line, in the New World, there is a country called Wano Country."

"In this country, there is a race called Kogetsu."

"The stone tablet that records the history and cannot be destroyed was forged by the ancestors of the Kozuki clan 800 years ago during the lost century of history."

Nico Robin was somewhat shaken by what the black-haired boy in front of her said.

Wano Country, the Kozuki Clan...

Is this the origin of those stone tablets?

Just as Robin was processing this information, Ron said something that surprised her.

"The head of the Kozuki family has inherited the method of deciphering ancient scripts for generations."

"But unfortunately, the previous head of the Kozuki family passed away before he could pass on the deciphering method to his son."

Ron took a sip of his drink and glanced at Robin beside him.

Now, perhaps only this person, whom the Navy calls "the Devil of Ohara," who inherits the legacy and will of Ohara, can decipher the Poneglyphs...

"So you think that only I, the ghost of Olaha, can decipher the Poneglyphs."

After calming down, Robin looked at Ron and asked.

"Is this why you want to recruit me as a partner?"

"That's probably the main reason."

Ron rested his chin on his hand, turned his head to look at her and smiled, "I'm just as curious as you about what exactly happened during that blank hundred years of history."

Robin gave him a deep look, then lowered his head in thought.

After thinking for a moment, she looked at the black-haired boy beside her again:

"Is everything you just said all you know about the Poneglyphs?"

"of course not."

Ron took a sip of his drink: "But I can only tell you the rest after you agree to become my partner. That's a prerequisite."

Robin frowned slightly, her gaze fixed on the mysterious young man named Ron before her, and said in a low voice, "Since you know everything about me, you should understand how dangerous it is to get involved with me, Navy..."

Ron looked at her serious and earnest face and suddenly smiled.

"I'm not kidding you."

Robin clenched his fists, somewhat annoyed.