vstars Chapter 7: [7]Leaving
Chapter 7: [7]Leaving
Chapter 7: [7]Leaving[Edited.]
Soon night fell in Loguetown, and Ren slept peacefully in the hotel room, unaware of what was happening on the other side of the city.
....
Inside the weapons shop, unlike before when it was originally empty of customers, the shop was now filled with many people-specifically, they were Marines.
"So, you're saying the thief was wearing a black mask? Was there anything special you noticed about him before you fainted?" Smoker asked the elderly owner as he quietly smoked a cigarette.
The owner, who had woken up a while ago to find that the most important thing to him- besides his wife had been stolen, was devastated. It wasn't even for sale! It was a family heirloom! How could he sell it? But now... it was gone-no, it had been stolen!
He didn't even know how the thief knew he had Yubashiri!
How?! He hadn't told anyone except his wife! This shouldn't have happened! Damn thief!
He suppressed his frustration and anger, then answered with a stutter: "N-No, I didn't even see him well! When he entered, I was looking at him from afar, but soon I found him right in front of me in a second! Before I could do anything, I had already..."
Smoker looked at the old man, whose eyes were red from crying over his misfortune, and then sighed. Based on this old man's information, the thief was clearly targeting the legendary sword.
Smoker wasn't a swordsman, but he still knew some information about legendary and cursed swords. However, he had summoned someone who knew more than him in this regard-his assistant, Tashigi.
Looking at Tashigi in front of him, who had lost her cheerful and happy expression, he sighed inwardly.
"Another powerful sword falling into the hands of evildoers... unbelievable!" From her tone, it was clear how upset she was over the incident.
As someone whose dream was to collect all legendary weapons and protect them from falling into the hands of the "wrong" people, she couldn't help but feel sorrowful when such a theft occurred.
Smoker turned to the Marine in front of him and asked, while keeping the cigarette in his mouth, "Have you found any trace of him yet?"
The Marine whom Smoker spoke to was nervous, but he quickly replied, "N-no, sir, we have
"Guys! Are all the goods and supplies loaded? We need to set sail now and head to the Grand Line! Hurry!" The captain of one pirate ship called out, imagining himself as a king of the seas, sitting on a golden throne with beautiful women surrounding him.
"Yes, sir! We're ready to sail now."
"Hahaha, boss! We're going to conquer the seas!"
"Quickly, men! My sword thirsts for blood!"
"Hahahaha!"
"My name will be known across the seas! Everyone will fear me! I'm the new Whitebeard!"
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Inside the ship, in the supply warehouse, a powerful hand emerged from a large wooden crate filled with food supplies, followed by another hand on the other side. The crate, unable to bear the pressure, broke into several pieces.
The drunken pirates on deck, engrossed in their celebrations, didn't notice this strange
occurrence.