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

After uttering these last words, Jigoro and Ryoma's bodies vanished into the blue flames, and two dark shadows disappeared into the distance.

Only the black sword, Qiushui, remained on the ground.

Ron bent down and picked up the extremely heavy and hard black sword, Autumn Water.

"Wouldn't this count as stealing Zoro's experience and equipment?"

Ron looked at the black knife in his hand and smiled.

Ron, holding the sheathed Black Blade Shusui upside down in one hand and Raikiri in the other, glanced sideways at Moria.

"Should we continue?"

Moria gritted his teeth, a bead of cold sweat trickling down his forehead. Under the pleading gazes of the surrounding zombies and Perona, he took a step back.

“Good choice.”

Ron nodded, and then, amidst the clenched teeth of Moria, the fearful gazes of Perona, and the terrified stares of the surrounding zombies, he gripped two great swords, two of the twenty-one great swords, and turned to leave.

After the pirate ship left through the entrance of this giant ship, only a nearly collapsed ghost island was left behind.

"In the end, we don't even know who that guy is or what his name is... We can't even find someone to take revenge on. What a humiliation!!"

Moria clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and was filled with boundless hatred.

Even if they used all their Devil Fruit powers, along with everyone on this giant ship and the zombies, they probably wouldn't be a match for that monster!

"I absolutely, positively must turn Oz into a zombie as soon as possible!!! I, I must master that power!!!"

Moria gritted his teeth.

……

On the other side, after Ron slashed the corpse of the swordsman Ryuma.

Brook, aboard the ghost ship, stared at the shadow on the ground and scratched his afro in confusion.

"Huh? My shadow... has returned?"

……

77. Revisiting Water Seven, seeing Lucci again (4/5, please subscribe!!)

After acquiring his ultimate moves, the Rising Nuclear Kick and the Grade 21 Great Swords, Ron left the Devil's Triangle, which was shrouded in dense sea fog.

The next stop is Water Seven, which I visited once before.

He plans to buy a better boat there, along with various furniture and machinery, which he intends to modify himself.

Arrived in the Water City.

Ron spent two days exploring the water city, buying a large quantity of the island's specialty wine, various local delicacies, as well as some clothes and shoes.

His extravagant spending as a teenager attracted the attention of some thugs who coveted his money.

This day.

Ron, wearing a military green overcoat and carrying two large bags, walked out of the store.

A group of thugs blocked his way.

"Hey kid, you look pretty rich, lend us some money."

The tattooed man at the head of the group had his hands in his pockets, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and raised his chin at Ron.

The men around him were rubbing their hands together, grinning maliciously as they stared at the black-haired boy in front of them, who looked much thinner and more frail than them.

"What if I say no?"

Ron looked at them and smiled.

"You can try it."

The gang leader exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Boss, why waste words with him? Let me take him down."

The fat, burly man holding a spiked club grinned maliciously.

Ron narrowed his eyes slightly.

"What are you doing?"

A man's disgruntled voice rang out from behind.

Several thugs turned their heads to look.

Upon seeing the faces of the two men, the thugs' eyes widened, and the leader, a man with a tattooed arm, even dropped the cigarette from his mouth.

"Bar, Barry!"

Barry, a blond man with goggles and a stubble, stood with his hands in his coat pockets and a cigar dangling from his mouth, staring at the tattooed man and saying, "Tattooed, you guys really don't learn your lesson. Didn't you learn your lesson last time?"

The tattooed man stared at him, cold sweat pouring down his face.

"Enough, enough."

"Then get out of here."

The tattooed man hurriedly called to his companions to flee into the distance, while the fat, burly man glared at Ron as he passed by.

Ron smiled.

You have some nerve.

They didn't know how to cherish the rare chance to survive.

Ron turned his head and looked at the man next to the blond man. He was wearing a onesie boatman's uniform, a black top hat, and a pigeon on his shoulder.

Rob Lucci was the one who came to Water Seven to carry out a hidden mission, to design blueprints for Hades.

His eyes were fixed on Ron, clearly he recognized him.

Ron smiled slightly at him.

Lu Qi's eyes narrowed slightly.

He turned to Barry beside him and said, "By the way, Barry, I suddenly remembered there's something I need to buy. You go back first, I'll go look for it again."

"Ok."

Barry nodded.

Lucci turned and left, then turned left into an alley.

He walked in the direction Ron was, then passed by him. As he passed, Barry reminded the seemingly ordinary dark-haired boy, "Remember to stay away from those people next time."

Ron didn't say anything, he just picked up his things and walked forward.

When he reached the intersection of the alley and the street.

Just as he expected.

Rob Lucci was leaning against the wall of the alley with his arms crossed, clearly waiting for him.

"Naval recruit trainee, Ron, what are you doing here?"

Lu Qi asked the question directly.

"I'm no longer a specially recruited naval intern."

"what?"

Lu Qi was startled.

"Before I answer your question, come with me to find those people from earlier."

Ron said this and walked past him.

Lucci frowned and followed him.

Inside the long alley.

Ron walked in front, and Lucci walked behind, about five or six steps apart.

"What do you mean by saying you're no longer a specially recruited Navy intern? Have you defected from the Navy?"

"Defection? I've never joined the Navy, so using the word 'defection' to describe it is a bit inappropriate."

"It seems about the same to me."

Lu Qi stared sharply at him and said, "You still haven't answered me. What are you doing here? Did you come here specifically to see me?"

"You're overthinking it. I have absolutely no interest in what mission you're carrying out here while hiding your identity, and besides..."

Ron said calmly, "So please put away your murderous intent."

As the two were talking, Ron spotted the group of thugs from earlier.

"found it."

The tattooed man squatted by the wall, puffing on his cigarette. His underling nudged him and said, "Boss, look."

"What are you looking at? Don't bother me, I'm already annoyed."

The tattooed man said angrily.