Uchiha Puppet Master, Starting from One Piece.

Bai Yu looked down at her expectant eyes. The ice-carved seabird on his fingertips gently landed on the snow, turning into a piece of fine ice crystal. He bent down, grabbed a handful of snow, and with a flick of his wrist, the snowball quickly took shape in his hand, soon building a snowman that was even taller than Mao Zhihua's. The snowman wore a straw hat woven from vines, and simple patterns were carved from ice crystals on his chest, giving him a rather chivalrous look.

Seeing this, Rangiku, not to be outdone, shouted, "I want to build the most unique one too!"

Matsumoto Rangiku tilted her head back and took a swig of warm sake. The warmth of the sake had just spread over her throat when she casually hung the sake bottle on her waist, crunched through the thin snow, and walked to the center of the deck. She bent down and scooped up a large handful of snow.

The snowflakes were fluffy and soft, falling softly into her palm. She then clenched her fingers together, squeezed the snowball tightly, bent down and added several more handfuls of snow, piling it up layer by layer.

"What kind of pile should we make?"

She seemed to be still thinking, but her hands kept patting and shaping the snowman, making its body more and more round and sturdy, like a solid little wine barrel.

He tilted his head and looked at it for a moment, feeling that something was missing. His eyes then fell on the brass wine pot at his waist.

She untied the wine jug, unscrewed the lid, and weighed it in her hand. The lid had delicate curls along its edge, and the size was just right. She tiptoed and carefully placed the lid on the snowman's head, patting it gently: "Now that's more like it."

Then she crouched down and started digging in the snowdrift next to her, quickly piling up two small snowdrifts about half a person's height, one on each side of the big snowman. She took two steps back, put her hands on her hips, and examined her masterpiece, becoming more and more satisfied with it.

As for Robin, she used the power of the Flower Flower Fruit to carve a row of ice sculptures along the ship's side, including coiled sea snakes, soaring eagles, and several small rabbits, each one lifelike, as well as a few pets with unique aesthetics.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, and the swirling snowflakes enveloped the entire ship, while the deck was filled with laughter and cheerful conversation.

Kanna rolled around in the snow, leaving a trail of tiny footprints behind her. She grabbed a handful of snow and secretly smeared it on Rangiku's face, causing Rangiku to gasp in surprise and then chase after her playfully.

Unohana stood to the side, watching the group of people playing around, a gentle smile on her lips, occasionally raising her hand to brush the snowflakes that fell on her hair.

But soon, Unohana could no longer maintain this elegance. Snowflakes were still flying on the deck, and the shouts of a snowball fight had already spread to Unohana.

Rangiku dodged Robin's attack with a clump of snow, and retaliated by throwing the snow she had gathered in her arms at Shiraha. But a flash of cold air appeared at Shiraha's fingertips, and the snow condensed into tiny ice crystals in mid-air, which fell softly onto his shoulder.

"Hey! Bai Yu, you're cheating again with your abilities!"

Rangiku stood with her hands on her hips and shouted, but Robin showed no mercy. She chuckled and several more arms reached out from behind her, grabbing the snow on the deck and quickly shaping it into a dozen round snowballs: "Since that's the case, then I won't hold back either."

Before the words were even finished, snowballs rained down on Rangiku and Shiraha.

Kanna joined the fray, carrying a snowball bigger than her head. She toddled over to Unohana, tilting her little face up and saying, "Unohana-neechan, let's fight them together!"

Unohana smiled and nodded, her delicate hand gently waving, and the snow under her feet automatically gathered into a snowball, landing in her palm.

She raised her hand and threw the object, which accurately hit Bai Yu in the back, causing Bai Yu to turn around and glance at her.

The snowball fight lasted from noon until the sun began to set, until the sky turned a warm orange hue and the snow gradually subsided. Only then did the group stop, panting heavily.

The snow on the deck was trampled into a mess, and the snowmen and ice sculptures were knocked crooked. Everyone's nose and cheeks were red from the cold, and the white mist they exhaled wove a hazy veil in the air.

Night fell quickly, but it did nothing to dampen the lively atmosphere on the deck.

Bai Yu had the puppets bring out the oven and copper kettle, and then fetched tea leaves, fresh milk, and rock sugar to prepare roasted milk tea. He was quite certain that his companions had never tasted milk tea before.

Chapter 89 The Killer

As for Bai Yu, his sword never stopped. He had no psychological burden when wielding his sword against these guys. He just felt that if Conqueror's Haki could kill these people directly, he didn't even plan to do it himself.

The whole process took no more than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

When the last pirate was gently pushed aside by Unohana and fell at the mayor's feet, the snowfield was already littered with people lying haphazardly; not a single one was still standing, or rather, they had all passed away.

The mayor's body went limp, the long knife in his hand clattered to the ground, and he stared blankly at the four people on the roof who looked like gods, his lips trembling as he couldn't utter a word.

Bai Yu glanced down at him, made no further move, and simply said, "Get lost."

The voice seemed to possess a magical power. The mayor, as if grasping at a lifeline, scrambled to his feet and staggered into the depths of the night, not even caring about his unconscious companions.

Rangiku raised an eyebrow: "You're just letting him go like that?"

No, he is already dead.

Bai Yu turned and leaped off the roof, landing silently in the snow.

The snow continued to fall, and the area around the cabin quickly returned to calm, as if the battle had never happened.

Unohana returned to the room and saw that Kanna was still fast asleep, so she gently drew the curtains.

Rangiku poured herself a glass of warm wine and leaned against the fireplace to warm herself. As for Shiraha and Robin, they sat at the table, watching the snow falling outside the window and chatting idly.

Robin's current strength is really impressive; the combination of the Flower Flower Fruit and Armament Haki is indeed powerful.

As dawn broke, the snow finally stopped.

Sunlight pierced through the clouds, shining brightly on the snow-covered streets.

Bai Yu and his group packed their bags and prepared to leave Whiskey Peak and continue their voyage into the depths of the Grand Line.

On both sides of the street stood residents dressed in neat clothes, their faces bearing even more exaggerated and enthusiastic smiles than the mayor from yesterday. They carried all sorts of things in their hands: baskets full of fruit, beautifully sewn cloaks, and even a few carrying large quantities of alcohol.

Good morning, heroes!

An elderly man with gray hair stepped out from the crowd. He was dressed in a respectable suit, his face was covered with wrinkles, and his smile was so obsequious that it was almost blinding.

"Did you sleep well last night? We are the natives of Whiskey Peak. We heard that some ignorant pirates came to harass us last night. Fortunately, all of you heroes stepped in and preserved the peace of our town!"

Bai Yu raised an eyebrow. He could clearly see the fear deep in the old man's eyes, as well as the tense shoulders and forced smiles of the people around him.

"I see."

Bai Yu understood, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

"They're afraid of our retaliation, so they've come to give us a warm welcome, but they really just want us to leave as soon as possible."

The old man warmly greeted them, "Heroes, please come in! We have prepared a sumptuous breakfast and supplies for your journey, all the best things in our town!"

Without further ado, he led them to the most luxurious-looking room in the adjacent building.

"Heroes, try this! This is a local specialty of our town, made with big fish from the deep sea. The meat is incredibly tender!"

The old man picked up his knife and fork and diligently cut a piece of roast meat for Bai Yu, but his hands were trembling, and he missed the meat several times with the fork.

However, these people clearly had no experience in entertaining guests. They made a living by plundering, and now, in order to send them away, they forced themselves to act warm and hospitable. As a result, they made many mistakes. Compared to the previous group, these guys seemed to be novices who had just entered this business.

He deliberately picked up a piece of reasonably grilled meat, chewed it slowly, and asked, "Sir, does your town always treat travelers with such hospitality?"

The old man's eyes flashed, and he quickly nodded: "Of course, our Whiskey Peak is a famous friendly town on the Grand Line. We will warmly welcome any traveler who passes through."

"Oh?" Bai Yu put down his knife and fork, looking at him with a half-smile.

"But I heard that none of the travelers who passed through here before managed to leave alive? And I recognized all those guys from yesterday."

The old man's face turned deathly pale instantly, and he swayed, almost falling off the chair.

The people around were so frightened that they dared not breathe, and the already tense atmosphere became even more frozen.

After a long while, seeing that Bai Yu and the others remained silent, the old man forced a smile: "Hero, you're joking. Those are just rumors. Our town has always been known for its honest and simple people. How could we possibly do such a thing?"

Robin suddenly spoke up, pointing to a painting hanging on the wall: "This painting is quite unique. Who is the artist?"

Following her gaze, everyone saw a nautical chart hanging on the wall, with several shipping routes marked on it and some crossed-out ship markings.

The old man's eyes darted around in panic, and he hurriedly explained, "This...this was left to me by my grandfather. It's just an ordinary old map, nothing special..."

"is it?"

Robin stepped forward: "But why do I feel that these crossed-out marks look like the routes of passing ships?"

The old man's face had completely lost its color, and his lips trembled, unable to utter a word.

Those around them were so frightened that they all lowered their heads, not daring to meet Bai Yu's gaze.

Looking at their expressions, Bai Yu felt that it was about time.

He stood up, dusted himself off, and said, "Alright, we should get going now. Thank you for your hospitality. We'll accept these gifts."

The old man, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, hurriedly nodded and bowed, saying, "Hero, please take care and have a safe journey! Welcome to visit again next time!"

"As soon as the words left his mouth, he wanted to slap himself. Who would dare let these killing gods come again!"

Bai Yu and the others left the wooden house with supplies.

The residents on both sides of the street maintained their warm smiles until they watched the people board the boat, set sail, and gradually disappear on the horizon. Only then did they breathe a sigh of relief, their smiles instantly fading as they collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

On the boat, Rangiku munched on a truly sweet piece of fruit and said with a smile, "Those people are so funny. They were so scared they were almost crying, but they still had to pretend to be enthusiastic."

"At least they didn't try to attack us again, which shows they have some self-awareness. Keeping them around will give those naive guys a little experience."

"Well, when it comes down to it, who would want to leave their homeland and go to sea if they were not powerful or evil pirates?"

After hearing Rangiku's words, Robin said calmly, "Those people on Whiskey Peak are just a bunch of cowards who are afraid of danger. They dare not continue sailing, nor are they willing to give up their wealth. They can only hide here and eke out a living.

Bai Yu leaned against the ship's railing, gazing at the distant horizon, a faint smile playing on his lips: "Such surprises are nice once in a while. I hope the rest of the voyage will bring some even more interesting fellows."

The ship cut through the calm sea and sailed deeper into the Grand Line, with the Whiskey Mountain behind them gradually disappearing from Bai Yu and the others' sight.

Chapter 90 Bioluminescent Organisms

Bai Yu first placed the copper kettle on the stove, poured in clear spring water, and waited for the water to warm slightly before adding a handful of black tea.

As the tea leaves slowly unfurl in the warm water, a rich and mellow aroma gradually fills the air.

Once the tea soup turned reddish, he poured in fresh milk. The milky white liquid blended with the black tea, instantly turning into a warm amber color.

"You need to stir it constantly to prevent it from sticking to the bottom."

Bai Yu held a silver spoon and gently stirred the milk tea in the copper kettle. The flames licked the bottom of the kettle, and the warm yellow light reflected on his profile, softening his usual aloofness.

He added a few more pieces of rock sugar to the pot, watching the sugar slowly melt in the warm milk tea. The aroma of tea and milk intertwined, sweet but not cloying, making one's mouth water.

Rangiku brought over a small table, which was piled high with all sorts of fruits: bright red strawberries, plump grapes, diced mangoes, and peeled nuts, amber walnuts, and bright green pistachios, stacked like a small mountain.

Meanwhile, Unohana brought over a plate of exquisite desserts, small cookies baked with flour and honey, in various shapes, including little rabbits and starfish, which made Kanna's eyes light up.

The roasted milk tea was finally ready. Bai Yu poured the milk tea into rough earthenware cups and distributed it to everyone.

Holding the warm cup in my palm, the warmth spreads from my fingertips to my entire body.

Take a sip, and you'll experience the rich aroma of tea and the intense fragrance of milk. The sweet taste melts on your tongue, instantly dispelling the chill from your body.

Several people sat around the oven, the crackling fire casting a warm glow on their faces.

Connor held the small cup, sipping her milk tea slowly, a ring of milk stains around her lips, like a kitten that had stolen a sip of milk.

She took a bite of the cookie, then suddenly looked up, a hint of nostalgia in her eyes, and whispered, "If Thor were here, her cooking would be amazing."

Who is Thor?

Rangiku asked curiously, took a bite of a strawberry, and the sweet and sour juice burst in her mouth.