One Piece: Starting with Coercing and Enticing Nami

At this moment, a faint warm current surged from the depths of his body. With a thought, Thoth saw the light panel appear, showing that his proficiency in unarmed combat had increased by 1. He then glanced at the young man who had only fainted.

"As it stands, as long as you can effectively use fighting techniques to defeat and crush your enemies, you can gain skill proficiency."

Furthermore, based on the feel of the blows just now, Thoth could tell that this young man's physical fitness was not too bad, even a notch stronger than the ordinary pirates on the ship.

Looking down, Tote didn't intend to kill him and soon left the alley.

On the street, Tote was carrying a set of young people's clothes. When he passed a garbage dump, he casually threw them in.

A moment later, he walked out of a clothing store and spent 10,000 Berries to buy a suitable outfit.

Carrying shopping bags, Tote arrived at a hot spring resort in town.

You can comfortably soak in the private hot spring pool, which costs 10,000 Berries per person.

"It feels so good to feel like all the pores on my body are opening up!"

He was scrubbing the dirt off his body with a towel.

After an unknown amount of time, Thoth's body fully recovered. At the same time, a faint warm current appeared from his body, and a light screen panel appeared in front of him, showing the "Self-Recovery" skill.

Proficiency +1.

"Based on the previous skill situation, you should be able to gain 1 point of proficiency after experiencing one effective physical recovery."

"So, it means I need to undergo nine more effective recoveries before this skill can advance?"

Thoth was filled with anticipation for this, thinking that if this recovery skill were to grow to a higher level, he might be able to do something like "sit-ups" in the future.

Seeing that her skin was slightly wrinkled from being soaked in the water, she got out of the pool and soon arrived in the changing room.

Thoth looked at himself in the mirror.

He wore a brown stand-up collar short-sleeved shirt, black trousers, cloth shoes, and a black fitted leather jacket over them.

He had an iron sword hanging from his waist.

Black hair and black eyes, harmonious features, a high nose bridge, and sharp, sword-like lips.

Standing at 1.9 meters tall, with a well-proportioned and upright figure, he stroked his chin and grinned.

"I'll have all the hardware I need for my life."

007. Orange Shadow!

"Guest, are you satisfied with your new hairstyle?"

Thoth slowly opened his eyes, his lips twitching as he looked speechlessly at Teacher Tony:

Do you think there's some advanced technique involved in getting a buzz cut?

Yes, after buying clothes and taking a shower, Tote went to a barbershop to get his messy hair trimmed.

Looking at my hairstyle in the mirror, with short hair on the sides and back and only about three centimeters on top, I look sharp and energetic.

Tony rolled his eyes and said with a delicate gesture, "How could it not be technically sophisticated? I, Lili, put my heart and soul into styling your hair."

"Stop, shut up! How much?"

"A sincere offer of one thousand Berries."

"So expensive."

"Not expensive guests."

Thoth washed his hair, paid, and left.

On the street, he ran his hand through the back of his head, his short hair flowing down to the top, and a slow smile crept onto his lips.

"Clothes make the man, and a saddle makes the horse; one may lose one's head, shed blood, but one's hairstyle must not be messed up."

"A new life, a new beginning, starts with taking care of your image."

After going through all that, I was getting a bit hungry again, so I decided to eat something and then find a hotel to get a good night's rest.

Standing in front of a street vendor's stall, looking at the neatly arranged skewers, Tote waved his hand and said, "Boss, twenty skewers, please."

While waiting for the skewers and smelling the aroma of cumin, pepper, and chili in the air, Tote felt his mouth watering rapidly.

The rich aroma of cooking wafted over, and Tote enjoyed the wait. It was almost 11 p.m., and the bustling street was still lively.

As various pedestrians walked past behind him, Thoth suddenly felt a slight touch on his trouser pocket. He quickly reached out to grab it, but found nothing.

At that moment, the wallet was gone from his pants pocket. Tot turned around sharply and looked at a petite orange-haired figure on his left.

He weaved through the crowd, and in the blink of an eye he had run more than ten meters, his eyes twitching violently and his face contorted.

"stop!!!"

With a deafening roar, Toth turned around in half a second and charged towards him with a powerful leap.

"Hey, customer, your skewers? You haven't paid yet?!"

There's no time to deal with this now. If we don't get our wallets back soon, we'll have to sleep on that stinking pirate ship tonight.

Thoth's roar startled pedestrians on the street, while at the same time, the orange-haired figure moved nimbly through the crowd like an eel.

The two pursued each other closely, with Thoth constantly pushing aside pedestrians on the road, but the guy in front of him also kept pulling pedestrians as obstacles to block Thoth.

The screams and angry shouts of panicked pedestrians rang out continuously.

He forcefully shoved away the pedestrian who was bumping into him, his teeth itching with anger, but he could only watch as the distance between them grew further and further.

"I refuse to believe that I can't catch up with you."

Thoth became furious, his eyes turning bloodshot as he stared intently at his retreating figure, dodging and shoving through the crowd.

However, not long after, the guy disappeared into an alley, and by the time Thoth reached the alley entrance, he had vanished.

In the pitch-black alleyway, with its winding and haphazard layout, Toth walked through, the air thick with various smells. His nose twitched, his face darkened, and finally, he couldn't hold back any longer and burst into a tirade:

"Damn it! I'm not a dog, why would I smell your farts!"

His chest heaved heavily, and he lifted his collar and shook it vigorously, as if trying to cool down.

Wandering aimlessly through the maze-like alleyways, he grew angrier the more he thought about it, gritting his teeth:

"No thieves came when I was wearing dirty clothes, but as soon as I changed into clean clothes, customers came to my door?"

"You think I'm easy to bully? Don't let me find you, or I'll break your legs."

In the dark alley, you could occasionally see groups of beggars. Just as you crossed an intersection, a dark figure suddenly bumped into you.

Thoth dodged, but the other party deliberately bumped into him again. By the moonlight, he could see that it was a middle-aged man dressed in tattered clothes.

Thoth frowned slightly. "Looking for trouble?"

The latter remained silent. Thoth dodged again, but just as he continued to charge, he kicked him in the chest.

But the next moment, the kick landed on the opponent's left arm as he was bending up to block. However, Tote's powerful kick also sent the opponent staggering backward.

At this moment, the latter grinned and sneered, "Hehe, outsider, don't you know? This alley in Barbarian is our Rat Gang's territory at night."

Birds pluck feathers as they fly by, mice leave their skins behind; if you want to pass through here, leave behind anything valuable on you.

Otherwise, tomorrow's stinking ditch might have one more naked corpse like yours.

As he spoke, he pulled a dagger from his pocket. Immediately afterward, a group of figures stood up from around the intersection, grinning and sneering, holding sticks and bricks in their hands.

Upon seeing this, Toth's gaze turned icy cold. Was this guy practically begging to offer him tribute?

As expected of a lawless zone, just as the first mate said, there are many gangs here, but I didn't expect even the Beggars' Sect to show up.

After that move, Thoth could sense that this guy had some skill, but not much. He gripped the hilt of his sword at his waist with his right hand.

With a clang, the longsword was drawn.

When the middle-aged beggar saw that Thoth still wanted to attack, he roared, "You don't know what's good for you! You're asking for it! Attack him!"

The sound of hurried footsteps rang out. Thoth took a deep breath, and the next moment, the beggars around him rushed up. At the same time, the middle-aged beggar also rushed up, holding a dagger and looking vicious.

The middle-aged beggar was closest and arrived the fastest. Thoth rushed forward and thrust his sword forward. The latter snorted coldly and suddenly dodged to the left, while simultaneously swinging his dagger at Thoth's neck.

Full of flaws, at this moment, in Tote's eyes, his movements were full of flaws, relying only on ruthlessness.

With a flick of his wrist, he parried the incoming dagger with the blade of his sword. Clang! Sparks flew as he easily blocked the attack.

With a powerful thrust of his right arm, Toth deflected the dagger with his sword. Then, he stepped forward with his left foot, passing over the man's body, while simultaneously stomping his right foot hard on the back of the man's right leg. In the blink of an eye, the man's body fell to his knees.

In that instant, the longsword, already raised to his chest, slashed downwards at an angle. With a soft "thud," the sharp tip of the sword, carrying a hint of cold light, flashed past the back of his neck.

A faint smell of blood lingered in the air.

Suddenly, a whooshing sound came from behind. Thoth flipped his wrist, parried with the hilt of his sword, and with a thud, collided with a brick.

Thoth darted away from where he stood, while the middle-aged beggar lay prostrate on the ground, motionless.

"You bastard, how dare you!"

"Damn it, I'll make you pay with your life."

The beggars were furious, but Thoth's gaze was cold. He stomped his feet and charged towards them. In the blink of an eye, he was close to a figure, and his sword slashed upwards.

With a soft thud, a severed arm flew into the air. Thoth's figure didn't stop there; in an instant, he passed over him and struck him hard on the back of the head with the hilt of his sword, knocking him to the ground.

At that moment, another person approached, and the longsword clashed with his iron rod. Then, with a loud thud, Thoth kicked him squarely in the lower abdomen, sending him sprawling to the ground. As he passed him, the tip of his sword suddenly pierced the back of his neck.

Thoth said coldly, "Three."

Then the figure rushed out again, instantly closing in on someone, sweeping the sword horizontally, severing the wooden stick the person was using to block, the sword tip flashing past the person's neck, drawing a mouthful of blood:

"Four."

Thoth's ruthlessness frightened the remaining five men. They swallowed hard and took a step back. In the blink of an eye, Thoth charged forward.

Approaching one of them, he delivered a powerful kick, sending the man crashing into two others behind him. Then, he tiptoed, turned on his toes, and dashed off, quickly catching up with the two who had already run away on the other side.

After two sword strikes, the figure fell to the ground.

He turned around and went to the three people who had fallen to the ground. With two sword strikes, he finished off two of them.

"Please, please don't kill me. I was wrong."

Seeing the only remaining person in front of him with damp crotches and a stench, Thoth took a half step back and spoke coldly:

"Are you guys with that orange-haired guy?"