A cook, vice-captain of the Rocks Pirates?

Raine even discovered that using different colored leaves with different ingredients could create dishes that evoked different emotions.

Desserts made from golden leaves that fall during moments of joy can make you instantly forget all your troubles and laugh like a fool.

Roasted meat made from the red leaves that fall when one is angry can cause a person's strength to surge for a short period of time, putting them into a berserk state.

This tree has evolved from a simple energy source into a living central kitchen that can emotionally interact with family members.

The ancestral giant tortoise itself also benefited greatly from this metamorphosis.

The resonant heart brought it emotions, while the twin divine trees provided it with a continuous stream of higher-level creative power.

Its life energy, which had been somewhat sluggish due to years of dormancy, became active again, and its speed of travel increased by nearly 30% compared to before. Even the ancient scars on its shell were slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This family is becoming stronger and stronger, and more and more like a real family, in a way that no one expected...

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Chapter 271 Windmill Village

Since the finale of that soul-stirring symphony of sorrow and happiness at Mingwei Island, more than a year has quietly passed.

For more than a year, the Whitebeard Pirates did not cause any earth-shattering waves in the New World.

Like a flock of weary birds tired of vying for supremacy, they leisurely sail across the seas in their living homeland of the Primordial Giant Tortoise, searching for new and untouched delicacies.

This will bring a completely new taste experience to the increasingly mystical twin trees, and to the hungry monsters on the ship.

During this seemingly mundane journey, Ryan's culinary skills improved in a more understated and profound way.

He no longer insists on using legendary ingredients to cook extraordinary dishes, but instead begins to return to simplicity, trying to use the most ordinary ingredients to discover their most original and purest flavors.

He uses the most common mackerel in the East China Sea, along with the first drop of morning dew, to make a fish soup that can restore stability to Dorum's heart, which was on the verge of collapse due to years of calculating maintenance costs.

He used the sweetest apples from the West Sea Orchard to make a wine that would make Gatz laugh in his sleep, dreaming of mountains of roasted meat.

His cooking has become more and more like life itself—ordinary, yet full of healing power.

And the ancestral giant tortoise, this mobile home, is undergoing miraculous changes under Rein's careful care.

The enormous basin that Newgate carved out himself, which the crew jokingly called the world's largest soup pot, is no longer an empty pit.

In the center of the basin, the twin divine trees grew ever more lush and verdant, their seven-colored leaves swaying in the wind, and the fragrance they emitted changed with the crew's mood.

At the bottom of the basin, the life elixir formed by the fusion of the giant tortoise's life energy and the divine tree's creative power has gathered into a small lake radiating a soft golden light.

Ryan even cultivated a small vegetable garden by the lake, planting seeds of exotic plants collected from all over the world.

The seeds grew exceptionally well on this magical land, and the fruits they bore took on a mystical quality.

For example, a plant called Cloud Cotton Candy, brought back from the Sky Island, produces fruit here that truly resembles clouds in the sky. It melts in your mouth and has a subtle rum flavor, making it the most popular dessert on the ship.

On this day, the ancestral giant tortoise was slowly sailing on the peaceful blue waters of the East China Sea.

The warm sunlight shone on the deck, and the sea breeze was gentle, carrying a hint of saltiness and the fragrance of grass.

Just then, Silver, perched in the lookout tree, suddenly spoke, his voice calmer than usual, seemingly also infected by the tranquility of the East China Sea.

"Captain, an island has been spotted ahead."

Everyone perked up and looked in that direction.

On the distant horizon, a small, picturesque island slowly emerged.

The island is shaded by green trees, and several huge windmills turn leisurely on the hillside. At the foot of the mountain is a peaceful and serene village, with wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys, full of the vitality of life.

"Wow, what a peaceful island, yoi."

Marco said lazily.

"It doesn't look like there are any particularly impressive ingredients."

Gatz pouted in disappointment: "But the way that windmill turns does look a lot like the exhaust fan in our cafeteria."

"That island..."

Ryan's gaze fell on the iconic windmills, a knowing glint in his eyes.

"It seems to be called Windmill Village."

He didn't say the second half of his sentence.

That's not just a windmill village, but also the hometown of naval hero Monkey D. Garp.

"Gulala lala, docking."

Newgate laughed loudly, "Perfect timing! The ship needs to replenish its fresh water, and we'll also take this opportunity to see what the wine from the East China Sea tastes like."

The ancestral giant tortoise slowly came to rest in a secluded bay outside Windmill Village. Its enormous body, like a moving mountain, silently blended into the surrounding environment without disturbing anyone in the village.

The group disembarked and stepped onto the tranquil and peaceful island.

However, none of them expected that the moment they stepped onto the beach, a powerful and energetic roar, like a thunderclap, would suddenly come from the hillside not far away.

"Whitebeard! You bastard! How dare you come to my hometown and cause trouble! Are you itching for a beating again?!"

With a roar, a man wearing a floral shirt, wooden clogs, and a rice cracker in his mouth, who looked like an old man next door but exuded a terrifying aura, charged straight towards them from the hillside at a speed that did not match his age!

His eyes, which always seemed a little sleepy, were now burning with fierce fighting spirit!

Marine hero, Monkey D. Garp!

He's actually here!

Garp's appearance was like a depth charge dropped into a calm lake, instantly shattering the unique tranquility of Windmill Village.

Behind him, several attendants who looked like naval officers were terrified and scrambled after him, shouting desperately.

"Mr. Karp! Calm down! You're still on vacation!"

"The Marshal said to avoid conflict with the Whitebeard Pirates as much as possible!"

However, Karp ignored their shouts.

His simple thought process didn't distinguish between vacation and mission; it only categorized enemies and friends.

Whitebeard, on the other hand, was his old rival who had fought him for half his life since the Rocks era. He was clearly the former, or rather, the kind of special friend who had to fight before they could talk.

"Newgate! Take this!"

Garp moved with lightning speed. He didn't even use Moonwalk; he simply relied on pure, explosive physical strength to leave deep footprints on the ground and instantly rushed to Newgate's side.

His seemingly ordinary fist was covered with a layer of jet-black, highly refined Armament Haki.

Without any leakage of energy, it carried a terrifying force capable of punching through a mountain range, and slammed fiercely toward Newgate's face!

"Gurararararar! Garp! You bastard, you're still so impatient!"

Newgate was not surprised but delighted. His fighting spirit was also boiling. He didn't even bother to draw his naginata and threw a punch to meet the attack.

A pure white aura of vibration instantly gathered on his enormous fist, and the surrounding air began to violently distort and crack due to this power.

Boom!

Two fists, representing the pinnacle of physical skills and Devil Fruit abilities of this era, collided with a deafening roar before anyone could react!

There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor any devastating energy storm.

All their power was perfectly controlled by the two in an extremely subtle way at the point where their fists met.

In that instant, it was as if all the sounds of the world had been sucked away.

Chapter 272 The Battle of Two Legends

The next second, an invisible yet terrifying shockwave, powerful enough to tear space apart, spread out from the two of them!

The sand beneath their feet was instantly compacted and vitrified, transforming into a smooth, mirror-like black crystalline surface.

The distant sea surface was forcibly pressed into a huge depression with a diameter of over 100 meters, and the seawater surged in all directions, forming a ring of white giant waves.

The blades of the huge windmills on the hillside began to spin wildly in the opposite direction under the influence of the shock wave, so fast that they were just afterimages, as if they were trying to break free of their restraints and fly into the sky.

"Wow……"

Gatz and Oden were dumbfounded. They felt that their proud power was like children playing house in front of these two legendary monsters.

"That old navy man... seems even stronger than last time!"

A serious expression appeared on Gatz's face; he felt that his anchor might not be able to smash through the other man's skull.

After the attack, both of them were knocked back several steps.

The crystallized ground beneath Newgate's feet cracked inch by inch, while Karp plowed two deep furrows into the sand.

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"Hahaha! Newgate! Your shockwave power is getting more and more unreasonable!"

Garp rubbed his slightly numb fist and burst into laughter, his laughter filled with unbridled joy.

"Your fists are still as hard as a rock in a latrine, you bastard."

Newgate grinned as well, revealing the undisguised pride of a king.

Without pausing for a moment, the two roared and charged at each other again.

This time, it's no longer a simple clash of strength.

Garp's movements became erratic; his seemingly clumsy body moved with incredible agility through the gaps in Newgate's attacks, which were powerful enough to shatter space, like a leaf falling in a raging storm.

It may seem dangerous, but you can always find the safest spot.

Every punch he threw was cunning and ruthless, aimed directly at Newgate's vitals.

Newgate, on the other hand, employed a wide-ranging and powerful attack, maximizing the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit. Each strike he made carried the force to shatter space, forcing Garp to temporarily retreat.

Their battle was more like a dance that had lasted for decades and was full of tacit understanding.

They knew each other's attack methods and fighting rhythm inside and out. Every offensive and defensive transition was full of artistry, yet it also concealed deadly intent.

The Whitebeard Pirates were already used to this. They even brought out small stools and sunflower seeds they had seized from the ship, and gathered around to watch with great interest, as if they were watching a top-notch action blockbuster.

"I bet Dad can shatter that old man's floral shirt in three moves!"

"I bet that old navy man can knock Dad's headscarf askew!"

In the corner, Teach still looked harmless, taking small bites of an apple, but his small eyes were fixed on the two god-like figures in the arena, his eyes shining with a light more intense than ever before.

strength……

This is true power!

Whether it's Whitebeard's tremor or Garp's iron fist, they are the purest power standing at the pinnacle of this world!

"Zehahaha... One day, all these powers will be mine!"

Silent, maniacal laughter echoed wildly in his heart.

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Behind the windmill village, in this battle between two legends, the fighting was fierce yet restrained.

Garp's iron fists rained down like raindrops, each punch containing terrifying power enough to shatter an island, yet he precisely controlled it within an extremely small range.

Aside from creating deep, smoking craters in the ground, it didn't cause much damage to the surrounding vegetation.

The same is true of Newgate; his vibrational power is enough to tear space apart and alter the landscape.

But under his control, that power was more like an invisible scalpel, precisely blocking and neutralizing every attack Garp made. His occasional counterattacks only forced the opponent back, stopping short of causing serious injury.

The two fought back and forth, until the sky darkened and the sun and moon lost their light.

They fought from dawn until noon, and then from noon until dusk.

They were like tireless machines, pushing their physical skills and domineering aura to an extreme level that ordinary people could hardly reach.

The members of the Whitebeard Pirates went from being excited to watching the battle to becoming somewhat numb.

Gatz was so bored that he fell asleep against a boulder, his loud snores like thunder, mingling with the sounds of their battle to create a symphony full of incongruity.

"Hey, Marco, when are they finally going to finish this game?"

"A crew member who was equally bored asked."

Marco yawned and replied lazily, "Who knows? Maybe we'll have to wait for the head chef to call it time."