Little Goku's Great Adventure Starting from One Piece

Chapter 251 Unknown Island, Mysterious Liquid

"Ugh, I'm so tired."

High in the sky, unseen by anyone, Wukong was enveloped in a semi-transparent bubble and was flying at an extremely fast speed in a certain direction.

Wukong lay inside, battered and exhausted. After the words "the bear told him that all his companions were safe" flashed through his mind, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

While he was being taken to some unknown place, in the Fleet Admiral's office, Sengoku received a phone call from Sakazuki, who informed him that Goku and his crew had been knocked away from the Sabaody Archipelago by Kuma and were now missing. Sengoku's face was terribly grim.

"Bartholomew Kuma, what is he trying to do! Does he even know he's a Shichibukai?!"

Zhan Guo's chest heaved violently, his heart burning with rage.

The Celestial Dragon who was attacked is still being treated and it's uncertain whether he will survive. The criminal who should have been captured has escaped, which is absolutely terrible.

He could already picture how the Celestial Dragons would put pressure on him.

The thought of being bullied made him angry, and he slammed his fist on the table in frustration.

And so, the table, which had only been replaced not long ago, began to fall apart again, splintering wood all over the floor.

After venting his anger briefly, Sengoku suppressed his rage and said to Sakazuki, "Come back first. I'll have the Five Elders give me an explanation for this."

After saying that, he hung up the phone, ordered someone to come in and clean the office, and then sat down in his chair, lost in thought.

Celestial Dragons are Celestial Dragons, and the Five Elders are the Five Elders. Although the Five Elders are also Celestial Dragons, they cannot be confused with ordinary Celestial Dragons.

When ordinary Celestial Dragons encounter such situations, they simply lose their temper and blame everything on the Navy. Yet, the Navy has to endure it and can't do anything about it.

The Five Elders are different. They are leaders who hold the highest power in the World Government. Although they hold a transcendent position, they still have to take care of the emotions of their subordinates and prevent them from developing any rebellious thoughts. This is especially true for the Navy, the most powerful military organization under the World Government. If some major issues are not handled properly, it may cause instability in the organization, and the resulting chain reaction will be unimaginable.

In this attack on the Celestial Dragons, the Navy's response time was quite fast, leaving almost no room for criticism.

Although the criminal wasn't caught immediately, they cornered him during the subsequent pursuit, making his capture imminent.

However, due to the interference of the Shichibukai Bartholomew Kuma, all the criminals who were about to be captured escaped. The blame must be placed on the other party.

Moreover, the Seven Warlords of the Sea were an organization created by the Five Elders against all odds, and the Five Elders must also bear some responsibility for the serious consequences brought about by the Seven Warlords of the Sea!

This responsibility is the Navy's bargaining chip in this operation, allowing it to avoid pressure from the Celestial Dragons and other powerful figures!

After clarifying the key points, Sengoku dismissed the cleaning soldiers and then dialed the Five Elders' number.

A moment later, the call was answered, and a hoarse yet authoritative voice came from the other end: "Marshal of the Warring States Period, what is it?"

Sengoku did not immediately mention the matter of Kuma. Instead, he told the Five Elders about the attack on the Celestial Dragons and the entire process of the Navy's capture, without embellishment.

He knew that the Five Elders had eyes and ears everywhere in the Sabaody Archipelago, and they must already know what had happened. Any embellishment would only backfire.

As expected, the person on the other end of the phone didn't react much to his report. After a two-second silence, they said, "I understand. We are aware of this matter. The problem with the unsuccessful capture is not your navy's fault. We will explain things clearly to Roswald Saint."

Saint Roswald is the father of Saint Charlos, the Celestial Dragon who was attacked. He is the current head of the Roswald family and holds a very high position among the Celestial Dragons. If he becomes angry because his son was attacked and directs his anger at the Marines who have not caught the culprit, then Sengoku will undoubtedly be under tremendous pressure.

Now, the Five Elders know that the fault does not lie with the Navy. If they insist on making the Navy take the blame, it will have a very bad impact on the Navy. Therefore, they choose to bear the pressure from Roswald Saint themselves. In any case, they can easily deal with the anger of a family head.

Both of them were shrewd and experienced, and although they never explicitly addressed these issues in the conversation, they tacitly and easily glossed over them.

Knowing he wouldn't face pressure from the Celestial Dragons, Sengoku breathed a sigh of relief, but his face remained impassive. With a hint of anger, he said, "What about Bartholomew Kuma? He brazenly let the prisoner escape this time. I suggest we strip him of his Shichibukai position and imprison him to bring him to justice!"

He didn't take the opportunity to criticize the Shichibukai system, leaving some room for the Five Elders, after all, they had just helped him withstand some pressure.

But he had long been dissatisfied with the system. A group of legitimate pirates were walking around openly in front of the navy, which was a slap in the face to the navy. He wished he could abolish the system as soon as possible and put these reckless pirates in jail.

He believed that the Five Elders must be very angry about Bartholomew Kuma's actions this time, and might listen to his advice and remove Kuma from his position as a Shichibukai.

As for abolishing the Seven Warlords system, it seems impossible at present.

But to his surprise, the Five Elders responded very quickly this time, almost without thinking, "Don't worry about Bartholomew Kuma's matter, we will handle it ourselves. His position as a Shichibukai should be retained for now."

Sengoku narrowed his eyes slightly, quickly considering the meaning behind the Five Elders' words.

A few seconds later, he said, "I understand. There's one more thing I need to report to you about, concerning what happened a few days ago at G16..."

The investigation into the massive tsunami that occurred in the sea area.

A clear, sunny day with fluffy white clouds.

Two thousand meters in the air, the bubble carrying Wukong continued to shoot forward.

Two days and two nights had passed since Wukong was swatted away by the bear. During this time, Wukong, who was seriously injured and exhausted, had been sleeping soundly and had not woken up.

Now, with his stomach rumbling and an intense hunger emanating from deep within his body constantly stimulating him, he finally slowly opened his eyelids and regained some consciousness.

"Where am I? I'm so hungry..."

"6

Wukong murmured weakly, feeling a little dizzy.

After sleeping for so long, he should have been able to recover his energy and strength, but because he was exhausted and had not eaten for a long time, his body was already extremely lacking in energy. How could he recover any of that? The fact that he was able to wake up now is because his body was frantically sounding alarm bells.

If you don't eat something soon, you're going to starve to death!

Looking at the azure sky outside the bubble and the clouds that flashed by from time to time, Wukong's somewhat confused consciousness gradually cleared up.

He remembered; he was in the sky, and it was the bear that swatted him away.

However, it seems that a long time has passed, yet he is still flying in the sky.

What's going on?

Soon, he had no energy left to think about the problem, because the extreme hunger emanating from his entire body made his eyes glaze over.

"I'm so hungry, I want to eat something."

He raised his trembling hand and groped around on his body, trying to find something to eat.

But he had no food on him at all. Even if he had some before, it had been lost or destroyed in the battle with Sakazuki.

He had been busy for a long time, but he hadn't done much, yet he was panting heavily from exhaustion.

The reason is simple: his energy level is almost zero, and even the slightest movement will make him feel tired.

After catching his breath for a long time, his eyes sharpened.

"No, no, I have to find food right away, or I'll really starve to death."

With this in mind, he tried to turn himself over in the least strenuous way possible, face down and back up.

Then, through the translucent bubbles, his eyes darted around, surveying the ocean below.

He needs to find an island, an island that can provide him with food.

He didn't know how much time had passed, so long that he felt he was about to faint from hunger, when he finally discovered an island in front of him, right in the path Bubble was taking.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he seemed to have regained some strength, which allowed him to support himself and get up.

"There must be food up there!"

He muttered to himself, his gaze fixed intently on the approaching island.

Then, just as the bubble reached the edge of the island, he raised his fist and slammed it hard against the bottom of the bubble.

Bang! !

To his surprise, the bubble didn't burst when he smashed it; instead, it dented when his fist hit it and bounced back like rubber.

Wukong suddenly opened his eyes wide, somewhat bewildered.

Then he noticed that the bubble had flown into the island and would soon fly out of the island, which made him anxious.

If he can't land on this island and find food, who knows when the next island will appear? He might starve to death.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but squeeze out all the remaining strength, forcing a thin layer of Armament Haki to appear on his fist, and then smashed it hard against the bubble again!

pong!

This time, he finally managed to pop a hole in the bubble, and the bubble burst and disappeared.

Then-

Without the support of the bubble, he was immediately pulled down rapidly towards the island below by gravity!

call out!

He fell from the sky like a shooting star, his body exhausted from the punch he had just thrown, unable to move, and could only watch himself fall.

The island is lush and green, with most of it covered by forests, except for a dormant volcano in the very center, which appears rather desolate.

Wukong landed right in a forest, where the trees were lush and towering, some as tall as fifty meters.

Wukong crashed into the branches like a meteorite; the lush foliage absorbed much of his kinetic energy, gradually slowing him down.

Even so, the speed at which he fell from a height of two thousand meters was still astonishing. In the blink of an eye, he smashed through many tree branches and startled countless birds in flight before crashing into the soft mud with a loud thud.

Then countless leaves, like a shower of flowers from a celestial maiden, slowly drifted down from above him, covering him beneath them.

Wukong remained motionless, falling into a coma once again due to the violent impact and complete exhaustion of his strength.

About five minutes later, a series of strange cries suddenly rang out from the depths of the forest, growing louder and louder as they approached.

Before long, a group of monkeys, about one meter tall and covered in short brown fur, arrived on swings.

They seemed to have been attracted by the commotion of Wukong falling here.

After arriving near where Wukong had fallen, some clever-looking monkeys looked around and quickly discovered the unusual situation on the ground.

The leader, a monkey king with a tuft of fiery red, flowing hair on his head, squeaked twice, and several strong-looking monkeys landed on the ground, cautiously approaching Wukong, who was hidden by leaves, from several directions.

When they got closer, a monkey picked up a branch from somewhere and ruffled the leaves off Wukong's body, revealing the sleeping Wukong inside.

"Squeak! Squeak!"

When a monkey noticed the tail sticking out from behind Wukong's butt, it immediately shouted.

The other monkeys watching from the surrounding area immediately became interested, jumped down from the trees, and gathered around, shouting and yelling.

Not long after, the Monkey King arrived before Wukong, looked at the sleeping Wukong, pondered for a few seconds, and then nodded: "Squeak!"

Soon, a monkey carried Wukong on its back, and then all the monkeys disappeared in a grand procession from the direction they came from.

Soon, the place became completely silent, as if no living creature had ever been there.

Only the brown monkey hair floating in the air and the dent in the ground told the world what had happened here.

three days later.

In a secluded valley filled with lush grass and blooming flowers, a figure emerged from a cave, stood in the warm sunlight, and lazily stretched.

.

"Ah! I slept so well."

This person was none other than Wukong.

He was no longer wearing the tattered clothes that made him look worse than a beggar. He was wearing a loose, grayish-brown animal skin around his waist, while the rest of his body was exposed, making him look like a savage.

And all the bruises or wounds on his body from the battle with Sakazuki were nowhere to be seen!

"Phew! I don't feel any pain anymore. Those injuries should be almost healed by now."

After stretching, Wukong clenched his fists and looked down at his body.

Three days ago, his injuries were quite severe. He had already been seriously injured in the battle, and his condition continued to worsen due to the lack of timely treatment.

When he fell from the sky, the enormous impact greatly aggravated his injuries, leaving him on the verge of death.

It's safe to say that even if he were admitted to the best hospital for treatment, he would need to stay in the hospital for at least a month to recover.

But in just three days, his injuries have almost completely healed, enough to make doctors exclaim that it is a medical miracle.

His recovery was not due to any physical abnormality, but rather thanks to the monkey troop that rescued him.

"Squeak! Squeak!"

Several little monkeys suddenly ran out of the cave, squeaking as they came to his side, playfully jumping onto his body. One of them even climbed onto his head and sat on it, constantly playing with his hair.

"Hahaha! You're all awake now? Hahaha!" Wukong laughed heartily, letting the little monkeys play all over him.

When he woke up, the first thing he saw was a group of monkeys surrounding him, and one of them was feeding him.

It was a pale green liquid, cool to drink, with a faint herbal flavor.

After swallowing the liquid, he immediately felt a strong sense of comfort throughout his body, and the pain that had been nagging at him was reduced at that moment.

For the next three days, a monkey would bring him a white porcelain bowl that seemed out of place in the area. The bowl was half-filled with a pale green liquid, and he would drink it once each in the morning, noon, and evening.

Then, after drinking this liquid, his injuries healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. Today, the fourth day, he can no longer feel any pain in his body!

"Hahaha! Come down quickly, I'm going to cultivate." Wukong laughed as he gently patted the little monkeys on his body.

The few little monkeys he was holding on his hands, legs, and torso all obediently sat down after hearing his words, except for the one on his head, which remained on his head and refused to move, and made a squeak.

"Huh? You want to train with me?"

Wukong rolled his eyes to look up, but couldn't see the little monkey because of the angle.

"Squeak!" the little monkey responded loudly, a tuft of fiery red fur, six or seven centimeters long, swaying slightly in the breeze.

It didn't know what cultivation meant and thought it was something fun, so it wanted Wukong to take it with him.

"Okay, let's go then!"

Wukong agreed, and carrying the little monkey, he leaped across a river flowing from the depths of a secluded valley, arriving at the forest on the other side of the river. He then found a quiet place and began to meditate.

In the battle a few days ago, he comprehended Observation Haki at the last moment and truly mastered it. In the past two days, while recovering from his injuries, he has been familiarizing himself with this power, wanting to completely master it.

So even though his injuries have almost healed, he is not in a hurry to leave immediately.

Now that his companions are all safe, he should focus on improving his own strength and becoming stronger.

When we meet that guy again, he'll never lose again!