One Piece: I Weave the Pirate Codex with My Zanpakuto

"You're probably thinking, how can we survive without nobles, right?"

Borsalino closed his mouth again, though he did indeed want to ask that question.

"There are no slaves in the new era."

Rose crossed his arms, a glint in his eyes that Borsalino couldn't decipher.

“We don’t need nobles, nor do we need slaves. Who said that we can only survive under the rule of nobles?”

"Who said that? Of course it's because it's expensive..."

Borsalino was speechless. "Yes, that's what the nobles said."

“They work for me, and I don’t need them to call me master or kowtow to me. I will only take a little bit of bairi from their work as wages or taxes.”

Ross brought up the 996 work theory.

“I provide a safe environment, reasonable policies, and free medical care. I also provide their children with educational resources and three meals a day free of charge.”

"Tell me, who else on the high seas could do that?"

"Can the nobles you speak of actually do that?"

Borsalino remained silent.

"Can the Navy do that?"

"Or do you think those 'generous' Celestial Dragons can do it?"

Rose chuckled lightly, his tone sarcastic:

"Don't joke around. When have those self-proclaimed gods, the world nobles, ever cared about the lives of mortals?"

"They call me the most vicious pirate in the world, and the nobles regard me as a rebellious heretic."

"And the root of all this is that they are afraid of the changes I bring, but they can't do anything about it."

"Because I am stronger than them, so much so that they don't even have the courage to raise an army to attack me."

Borsalino gazed at the man, his pupils reflecting a spirited young face.

"This era is one of great strife; the strong will prevail, the weak will perish!"

"The identity of a pirate is a double-edged sword. We can decide whether to become a high-level pirate who controls desires or a low-level pirate who is controlled by desires."

"We can rebel against the rule of the nobles, cut off their heads, and return freedom to the sea!"

"Who said that one can only live well under aristocratic rule?"

"Would this ocean stop functioning just because a certain special group is missing?"

"Borsalino, I have been searching for like-minded people all over the sea, and you are one of them."

"I have already seen the future, a future where freedom will be returned to the sea with your help!"

Ross extended his hand, his smile confident.

"Borsalino, become my e..."

"Let's be partners!"

Chapter 105 The Old Man and Ross

As dusk settled, by the time Borsalino came to his senses, the sun had already set.

"...You actually spent the whole afternoon in a daze?"

With a wry smile, Borsalino put on his slippers and headed towards the farmland, intending to pick some fruits and vegetables to cook for dinner.

The great pirate Ross.

Borsalino casually picked a cucumber and popped it into his mouth, savoring the refreshing aroma that bloomed on his tongue, before absentmindedly selecting the fruits and vegetables he wanted to eat later.

Navy, or pirates?

Before that man appeared, he didn't have a good impression of pirates.

Arson, murder, looting—a bunch of fools who don't know how to create their own value.

He has hands and feet but doesn't know how to work; he just wanders aimlessly on the high seas every day. He has no idea what those pirates are after.

"Pirates~"

A chilly evening breeze blew by, and Borsalino shivered, looking up at the night sky.

"It seems that winter in Beihai is not very cold this year, which is really strange."

"Hmm, I'll go gather some information about that man tomorrow. Is this some kind of utopian dream world...?"

"It sounds tempting, but I don't know how much I'll get each month."

"But with three months of paid vacation every year, wow~ that seems like a pretty good job!"

"If I could find such a stable job, my parents would be happy too."

……

Ross arrived in Rum on the morning of the second day.

I got up, washed up, changed my clothes, and went out.

He doesn't have much time left here; there's a lot of things to deal with in the new world.

“The new young man,”

As soon as Ross left the hotel, he was stopped by the old woman from yesterday.

"I heard you're a traveler who returned from the Grand Line. Have you heard of the great pirate Ross?"

Ross looked puzzled: "I do know a little, but are you curious about him?"

Upon hearing this, the old woman immediately beamed with joy and pulled Ross toward a certain place.

"You know that everyone in Rum Town is afraid of what will happen if a great pirate comes here."

"Could you please explain this to us? I'll make you a delicious breakfast."

"No, wait a minute, Grandma, I... okay."

The qualities instilled in Ross by nine years of compulsory education made it hard for him to refuse the old man's kindness. He followed the old man's lead and entered a detached villa with a yard.

"He's the local sheriff, so I'll have to trouble you, young man."

Ross sighed and looked at the sheriff the old man had mentioned. He was about to say something when he saw the sheriff's face turn pale and he was pointing at him in a trembling voice.

You recognized me?

Ross raised an eyebrow and put his index finger to his lips.

Lie.

The sheriff immediately understood, nodded to indicate that he would not speak carelessly, and even persuaded the old man to leave.

"Grandma, you'd better go back and make breakfast. Your grandson is still waiting for you at home."

"I'll go right away, I'll go right away."

The old man patted Rose on the lower back, his face beaming with joy.

"He is a young man I met yesterday, a very polite boy."

With each pat the old man's hand, the sheriff's face grew paler.

"Grandma, I will explain everything to the sheriff properly, so please don't worry."

"Hey, it's rare to see such a polite young person like you these days. I wish my good-for-nothing son was like you."

As Ross watched the old woman leave, he suddenly heard the sound of something heavy falling behind him.

"Don't be afraid, Your Excellency the Sheriff."

"I don't eat people, nor am I the kind of low-level pirate driven by desire."

"I'm so sorry, Lord Ross!"

The sheriff hurriedly adjusted his posture and knelt down, banging his forehead hard on the ground.

Ross had no choice but to lift the man by the back of his collar and place him on a stone bench not far away.

"Alright, don't be so scared. I rarely take action against civilians."

"I...I'll go pour the tea. Okay, please."

He shakily accepted the teacup, and perhaps the hot tea eased his trembling.

"You're not planning to destroy this place? Sorry! I didn't mean to ask that!"

"If you dare to kneel again, I'll send you to heaven."

The sheriff's knees, which had been bent instinctively, froze.

Ross pointed to the stone bench. "Sit down."

“I will be leaving soon. You have never met the great pirate Ross. I am just a passerby.”

"I see."

The sheriff only dared to sit on half of the stone bench, his back straight and his head bowed.

thump--

A knock sounded at the door, and the sheriff instinctively looked at Ross.

"Why are you looking at me? You are the master of this place."

"Yes, cough! Come in."

The door opened inwards, and several burly men in black suits entered first, standing respectfully on both sides.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry, I didn't expect to see you here."

A slender, even somewhat thin, young man ran into the yard.

Seeing the other person's overly familiar manner, Ross asked in surprise:

"Do we know each other?"

"I know you, but you don't know me."

The young man took out his business card from his pocket and respectfully handed it over with both hands:

"I am Ronan, a subordinate of Boss Fushen, and I am in charge of the business in Beihai."

“Du Field? His nose is quite sensitive.”

Seeing Ross take the business card and put it in his pocket, a look of joy flashed across Ronan's freckled face.

"Put your things down."

A leather suitcase the size of a backpack was placed at Ross's feet, and Ronan waved for his men to leave the yard.

"When Boss Feld learned of your arrival in Beihai not long ago, he specifically asked me to send over some things that might be useful on the way."

Ross, who always felt comfortable refusing a friendly gesture, immediately smiled and thanked him.

"Please give my regards to Boss Fu Shen. I'm only in Beihai to catch up with some friends and will be returning to the New World soon."

A glint of light flashed in Ronan's eyes.

Lord Ross's friend!?

An opportunity! This is an opportunity delivered right to our doorstep!

"I understand, don't worry, I know what you mean."

"Then I'll go prepare."

Ross was stunned. Had he just said something?

Before he could ask any questions, Ronan strode out of the yard.

"Go prepare the renovation materials immediately. This is a small town where adults and friends live. From now on, Boss Fushen will take over this place. Tell those stupid pirates in the North Sea!"

"Anyone who dares to set foot in this town will be personally brought back from the Grand Line to settle scores with them and shove their heads down the toilet!"

"Thank you for your help."