I collect everything in the One Piece world.

She changed into a tight-fitting red cropped tank top, paired with red hot pants, revealing a large expanse of fair skin and long, slender legs. She casually draped an open red long-sleeved shirt over it, and her short purple hair looked a little messy, but it had a unique charm.

Her face also showed obvious signs of drowsiness, and she even yawned lazily. When her purple eyes swept over Bakala, a hint of mischief and amusement flashed across them.

Sensing her gaze, Bakala tensed instantly, pretending to be engrossed in studying the milk in the cup, wishing she could bury her head in the bread.

Damn it, that woman is still here. It's all Morsen's fault for embarrassing her last night. He's such a bad guy.

"Good morning, everyone." Belo Betty pulled out the chair opposite Baccarat and sat down in a familiar manner, a few ambiguous red marks on her collar faintly visible.

Nami looked up curiously again, glancing at Belo Betty, then at Bakara, and blinked. "Miss Betty? You're staying at this hotel too? Hmm? You don't look like you've had a good rest either?"

Upon hearing this, Belo Betty glanced at Baccarat across from her, her smile widening: "Ah, I guess so. I read for a while last night, it was quite 'exciting,' I got completely engrossed before I knew it."

"Reading?" Nami tilted her head, sensing something was off. "You two weren't reading together last night, were you? The same book?"

"Pfft! Cough cough cough!" Bakala spat out a mouthful of milk, choking and turning her face red. She coughed desperately and frantically searched for tissues.

Belo Betty chuckled, resting her chin on her hand as she leisurely observed the disheveled Bakala, saying with a playful tone, "No, we're just 'each looking at our own thing'."

"However, we did exchange some ideas and learn from each other. Well... it was quite fruitful."

Bakara wiped her mouth while glaring fiercely at Belo Betty, her eyes full of warning.

The atmosphere in the restaurant became strange and awkward. To change the subject, Bakala cleared her throat and asked casually, "Um... where's Morsen? Why hasn't he come down yet?"

Nami thought for a moment after hearing this and said, "The captain went to Isshin Dojo early this morning. It seems that he has gained new insights into swordsmanship and can't wait to exchange and spar with Mr. Koushirou."

Bakala: "..."

That bastard! His stamina is incredible! He's been up all night, and he still manages to get up early to practice his sword?! Is he even human?!

Hearing this, Belo Betty took another sip of milk, licked her lips, and narrowed her purple eyes slightly, a hint of reminiscence and appreciation flashing within them.

……

Meanwhile, at the Isshin Dojo, two figures stood facing each other in the courtyard; they were Mosen and Shimotsuki Koshiro.

Mo Sen closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment, then suddenly opened them. A glint flashed in his eyes, and the Snow Walker in his hand emitted a clear, melodious hum.

The next moment, his figure moved, no longer with the sharp, swift, and clearly targeted attack of yesterday, but instead with an elusive, seemingly spontaneous rhythm.

His steps seemed casual, yet he always managed to get close to Koushirou at the last possible moment.

The long sword in his hand seemed to leave no trace when it was swung out, yet it could accurately catch the subtle gaps in Koushirou's moves.

A hint of surprise flashed in Koushirou's eyes. His long sword remained steady, but the frequency of his parries and counterattacks had clearly increased.

"Clang! Ding! Clang!"

A moment later, the two figures separated again.

Koushirou slowly sheathed his sword, a genuine astonishment now tinged with a gentle smile: "To comprehend to such an extent in just one day, Mr. Mosen's comprehension is truly astonishing."

Mo Sen also sheathed his sword, his breathing slightly rapid, but his eyes bright and clear: "I just suddenly had a feeling, thanks to your guidance, sir."

Koushirou shook his head and sighed, "This isn't something that can be achieved just by my guidance. By the way, does this sword technique have a name?"

Mosen pondered for a moment, thinking of the freedom and unrestrained nature of swordsmanship, and a name naturally came to mind: "Let's call it Free Will."

"The Free Spirit Style of swordsmanship?" Koushirou pondered the name, reflecting on their recent sparring session.

Mosen nodded and explained, "With no constraints on the mind, no fixed moves, one can do whatever one pleases and be unconventional."

"It's just a preliminary conceptual framework at the moment, and there are no fixed moves yet. We'll gradually add more in the future."

“You have great potential. Perhaps it won’t be long before your swordsmanship becomes famous throughout the world,” Koushirou nodded and said.

He then said with great emotion, "I have nothing more to advise you on. You have already forged your own path, and now it's time to perfect it... I look forward to seeing it in its complete form in the future."

Mo Sen nodded and smiled, "Definitely!"

Chapter 94, Leaving Frostmoon Village, "Bad Man" Mo Sen

In Loguetown, squads of naval personnel are conducting their daily patrols with serious expressions.

Starting a few days ago, the naval forces in Loguetown and the surrounding waters have been significantly strengthened, causing trouble for many pirate crews.

At the naval base training ground, Smoker is conducting his daily training.

Tashigi, standing nearby, looked at the summary of Morsen's movements in her hand with a complicated expression, reporting it to Smoker point by point.

In the afternoon, at the Shimotsuki Village pier.

As the sun sets in the west, it turns the sea surface into a golden hue.

The ships of the Mosen Adventure Team were ready to set sail, well-supplied, and with their sails billowing.

On the other side of the dock, an inconspicuous small cargo ship was moored, with several men and women standing on it, exuding a sharp and capable air. They were cadres of the Eastern Army of the Revolutionary Army.

They were conducting final checks in preparation for escorting the supplies they had gathered back to base.

Mosen and Belo Betty were standing in the open space between the two ships, having their final conversation.

Belo Betty held a thick, waterproof document bag containing the "crystallization of wisdom across the world" that Mosen had compiled the previous night.

“Don’t worry,” Belo Betty looked at Morsen, her voice no longer lazy or playful as usual, but serious and earnest: “I will submit these things, along with my report, to the Dragon Chief as soon as I get back.”

"Knowing him as I do, he'll definitely be very interested in these, and might even be quite surprised."

In fact, she had already skimmed through the materials in her hotel room. Many of the concepts and terms were quite novel or even unfamiliar to her, which deeply impressed her.

After reading it, only one thought kept churning in her mind: What on earth is going on in this guy's head? He's practically a genius born for revolution! Maybe she should just knock him out, tie him up, and take him back to the revolutionary headquarters!

Of course, she knew this idea was unrealistic. Not to mention whether she could defeat Morsen, his free-spirited and adventurous nature could not be restrained.

Upon hearing this, Mosen waved his hand and said, "You flatter me. I am merely standing on the shoulders of giants. The real geniuses are others... I hope these things can provide you with some help."

Mosen couldn't even imagine what this world would become if the true authors of these works came to it...

“Some help?” Belo Betty raised an eyebrow, then suddenly stepped forward, closing the distance between herself and Morsen. “Other help would be appreciated?”

Looking at Belo Betty so close to him and the provocation in her eyes, Mosen suddenly reached out and put his arm around her slender waist.

Then, without hesitation, he kissed Belo Betty's lips, amidst her slightly surprised gaze.

For Mo Sen, beautiful women are also part of his adventurous life. He doesn't actively hunt for women, but when fate brings them together, he accepts them readily and enjoys the experience.

A moment later, Mosen released his grip, looked at Belo Betty, and whispered, "Just don't beg for mercy first."

Bellobetti hadn't expected Morsen to respond to her flirtation so directly, but immediately, a unique sense of excitement, a mixture of the desire to conquer and the pleasure of being conquered, surged into her heart.

She likes men who are unconventional, straightforward, and charming in both appearance and personality.

“Heh…” Belo Betty licked her lips, a confident smile returning to her face: “Beg for mercy? I’m not that red-haired crybaby. We’ll see next time we meet.”

From the deck, Bakala had a clear view of everything that was happening at the dock.

Seeing Morsen take the initiative to hug and kiss Belo Betty, she pouted in dissatisfaction.

Baccarat's feelings for Bello Betty were also complicated; emotionally, she didn't want to share her relationship with Morsen, but the reality didn't allow it.

In a way, Belo Betty was also her "ally" in a certain sense, helping her share half of the firepower, otherwise she simply couldn't have held on.

As his thoughts wandered, Mosen also boarded the ship. After seeing Bakala's sullen appearance, Mosen also had a good "verbal battle" with her.

"This guy is such a womanizer! And he doesn't even try to hide it! But... I still like him so much..." Bakara thought to herself, blushing.

Nami, standing to the side, was completely bewildered by Morsen's series of actions.

She blinked her big eyes, looked at Belo Betty who had regained her dashing commander demeanor by the dock, and then at Baccarat with her cheeks flushed on the deck, and wondered if she had missed something.

"What on earth is going on?!" Nami felt like her little brain couldn't keep up.

The captain, the revolutionary army's female commander, and Bakala? When did their relationship become so... so complicated?!

She grabbed Robin's arm, who was about to return to her cabin, and whispered, her face burning with curiosity and gossip: "Robin! Robin! What exactly happened last night? They..."

She desperately needs a "wise man" to help her decipher this complex emotional maze.

Meanwhile, on the revolutionary army's cargo ship.

The revolutionary army cadres looked at each other, all seeing undisguised surprise in each other's eyes.

Their army commander was a well-known "thorny red rose" in the revolutionary army. He was powerful, fierce, and unruly. He was never polite to men and even had some "violent tendencies".

But today, she not only had a pleasant conversation with that "collector," but also publicly embraced and kissed him upon parting. Instead of getting angry, she seemed quite pleased, even appearing to want more!

This is simply... the sun rising in the west!

However, when they thought of the handsome face, unruly demeanor, and formidable strength of that dark-haired youth…

Hmm...it does seem somewhat understandable...and not entirely incomprehensible...

The cargo ship slowly sailed away from the dock. Belo Betty stood at the bow, facing the sea breeze, her long red tail skirt fluttering in the wind.

"I won't lose to you again next time we meet..." she muttered to herself, a triumphant smile playing on her lips.

On the adventurer's ship, Nami, blushing, timidly approached Morsen and whispered, "Captain...where are we going next?"

She had just heard a lot of incredible news from Robin, and suddenly her worldview felt much richer.

Especially someone like her own captain, if you categorize him according to the books she's read before, he should be considered a "bad man," right?

But... if all "bad men" are like this, then maybe it's not so bad...

Mosen had no idea what Nami was thinking; he was examining the sea chart.

A moment later, his finger traced a zigzag line along the islands on the nautical chart, finally landing on the island where "Loguetown" was located: "Let's go check out other places, then go back to Loguetown and prepare to enter the Grand Line!"

Chapter 95, Back to Loguetown, Smoker Blocks the Way

Two weeks later, in the waters off Rogge Town.

On the azure sea, Mosen's ship was steadily sailing towards that familiar island.

During their two-week voyage, they passed several islands in the East China Sea with distinct characteristics, replenished their freshwater and some local specialties, and experienced the local customs and culture of different islands.

Of course, the journey was filled with encounters with some inconspicuous pirates and marines who wanted to capture them, but these guys did nothing more than replenish Morsen's ammunition.

These little incidents didn't affect their journey at all. The only pity was that since Morsen already had a bounty on his head, they could no longer collect pirate corpses and exchange them for bounties at the Marine branch as before.

However, he collected all of these pirate ships, planning to sell them all together when he arrived in Water 7.

Including the pirate ships, including the Krieg Pirates, Morsen's collection of ships has reached a considerable size.