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The wind at Marineford naval port carried a salty, fishy smell.

Ron held the Den Den Mushi, stunned for a long time.

"Master?"

Luo, who was standing next to him, reached out and waved his hand.

"Master!"

"Ah?"

Ron snapped out of his daze, his expression still a bit strange.

Luffy ate the Gum-Gum Fruit, Shanks lost his left arm—these two things still happened.

Even though Luffy was thrown into Mount Colubo long ago, and Uta was left in Elegia, Shanks's itinerary had already gone astray.

As a result, the fruits were still plundered, the Foosha Village was still visited, and arms were still lost.

"Wait... how did this come full circle?"

Luo frowned. "What do you mean, 'come back to the beginning'?"

"Fine."

Ron gazed at the sea and let out a soft sigh, "I just feel like some things are pretty weird."

Could it be that some unseen thread is pulling on us?

Rosinante and Elegia were clearly saved.

Ron rubbed his temples.

"Shanks, what are you after?"

Vergo walked over carrying a stack of documents.

"Rear Admiral, Fleet Admiral Sengoku requests your presence for a report."

Ron's expression froze.

"Now?"

"Now."

"Alright, let's get past this hurdle first."

East Blue, Mount Colubo.

Stay away from those pirates from now on!

Garp punched Luffy on the Luffy with a loud thud.

"No! I want to be a pirate!"

"You dare talk back?!"

Dadan, seeing Luffy being dragged back, slammed her fist on the table in anger. "Garp! You dumped all three brats on me, how am I supposed to manage them?!"

"Haha! It's up to you now!"

Garp laughed as he descended the mountain, completely ignoring the wailing behind him.

Evening.

When Ace and Sabo returned from hunting, they saw Luffy squatting alone at the door of the cabin, his head buried in his knees.

"Hey, why aren't you making a fuss today?"

Luffy kept his head down and didn't say a word.

Sabo squatted down next to him. "Did Grandpa beat you again?"

"No."

"Then why are you crying?"

Luffy looked up, his eyes red.

"A couple of days ago, Shanks lost an arm saving me."

Ace and Sabo were both stunned.

"I ate Devil Fruit, so I can't swim anymore..."

Ace frowned, and after a long pause, finally managed to say, "Then train harder."

"Ah?"

"Next time, why don't you just wait for someone else to save you?"

Sabo nodded. "I'll thank Shanks in person when I see him later."

Luffy wiped away his tears and nodded emphatically. "Yes!"

After wiping it, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"That's right! I'm really good now!"

Ace rolled his eyes. "What stupid thing are you doing now?"

"Watch closely!"

Luffy swung his right hand forcefully and pulled it backward sharply.

Swish--

His arm stretched out incredibly long in an instant, almost reaching the treetop.

Ace: "..."

Sabo: "..."

"Haha! I've turned into rubber, isn't that amazing!"

His arm snapped back.

Snap!

A solid slap landed on Ace's face.

Luffy!

"Wow! It wasn't intentional!"

Luffy turned and ran, reaching out to grab a tree branch in an attempt to launch himself off.

The person didn't fly far; instead, they bounced straight back to the wooden house.

Bang!

He was stuck in the broken door frame, kicking his legs wildly.

"Who broke the door?!"

Dadan rushed out carrying a spatula.

Sabo laughed so hard he was bent over, while Ace covered his face and sighed.

"Garp--! What the hell did you send back?!"

As darkness fell, the three little devils sat down on the edge of the cliff again.

Luffy stretched out his arm and reached for the fruit on the tree at the edge of the cliff.

"It's a success!"

Ace reached out and snatched it, taking a bite. "It tastes alright."

Hey! I picked it!

Sabo smiled and held out his hand, "Any more?"

Yes! I'll pick more!

The Sorbet Kingdom.

In an ordinary house, the baby's cries were soft and gentle.

Ginny, holding the swaddled baby, reached out to the bear. "Catch!"

The bear stretched out its two large, fan-like hands, which froze in mid-air, refusing to touch them.

"She's too small, I'm afraid I'll hurt her."

Where's that fighting spirit you had when you were fighting pirates?

The bear carefully took little Bonney from him, and the baby suddenly touched one of his fingers.

Ginny.

"What's wrong now?"

"She arrested me."

Ginny laughed so hard she couldn't stand up straight.

At the same time, in the Sabaody Archipelago.

The Donquixote Family was the mastermind behind this auction.

"Next item, Gold-Gold Fruit!"

The auctioneer hadn't finished speaking.

Boom!

Suddenly, flames erupted in the meeting room.

The crowd scattered and fled.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Gild Tesoro rushed onto the display stand and snatched the box containing the Devil Fruits.

By the time the guards chased after him, he had already vanished.

When the news reached Doflamingo, he was looking at the new underground transaction report.

"The fruit was stolen?"

"Yes, young master."

"..."

Doflamingo's face darkened.

"Find it."

A Port the Grand Line.

Three years have passed since Fisher Tiger's rampage in Mary Geoise.

A small, thin human girl was led before the Sun Pirates.

The local residents smiled apologetically and asked, "Could you... take her home?"

Fisher Tiger crouched down, speaking very softly.

"Want to go home?"

"Think!"

Where is your home?

Foolshout Island!

Koala answered quickly, then bowed deeply, "I can do laundry, I can clean! Really, I can do anything!"

She kept smiling, but her eyes were fixed on Fisher Tiger's hand, a hint of fear she couldn't hide.

Arlong frowned. "Brother Fisher Tiger, why did you bring a human brat along?"

Fisher Tiger ignored him and turned to Jinbe, asking, "Can you find the compass to that island?"

"We'll have to take a detour, but we'll find it."

"Then let the child get on the boat first."

Thank you! Thank you!

Koala began to bow again, bending low.

Early the next morning.

Koala squatted on the ground wiping the deck, her little arms rubbing back and forth with all her might.

Hachi told her to rest for a while, but she refused.

Arlong walked by and, annoyed that she was blocking his way, casually shoved her.

Whoosh!

The bucket overturned, and the girl fell onto the wet deck.

She didn't cry; she immediately tore off a corner of her clothes to wipe away the water stains, her voice trembling.

"I'm sorry! I'll clean it right away! Don't hit me! I won't cry!"

Hachi was stunned, and Arlong also froze for a moment, his hand still hanging in mid-air.

Fisher Tiger walked over, said nothing, and simply led the girl into the cabin.

While she was changing clothes, he saw the burn mark on her back.

Hoof of the Flying Dragon.

Fisher Tiger stared at the brand and remained silent for a long time.

He then had someone bring him a branding iron.

The Sun Brand covered the Hoof of the Flying Dragon, a symbol of slavery.

The ship's doctor quickly treated Koala's wound and carefully bandaged it.

When she woke up again, it was already dark.

"Sorry, I fell asleep and didn't do any work..."

Fisher Tiger sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her.

"Who told you to do the work?"

"But..."

Eat when you're hungry, sleep when you're tired. No one will hit you just because you cry.

Koala was stunned.

Her lips trembled a few times, and then tears suddenly streamed down her face.

"I... I miss my mom..."

Fisher Tiger didn't say anything, but placed the water glass next to her and sat quietly beside her, waiting.

She cried for a long time.

Over the next few weeks, Hachi accompanied her to get a haircut and buy new clothes;

Jinbe taught her to recognize navigational markers and read nautical charts.

Although Arlong still verbally disliked humans, he never deliberately caused her any more trouble.

Koala finally dared to say that the medicine was bitter, and she would smile with her eyes crinkling when she ate delicious fish.

That day, Hachi rushed onto the deck, holding up the Eternal Pose.

"Koala! Found her!"

"What?"

"The compass pointer of Foolshout Island!"

The girl lunged forward suddenly, her voice trembling.

"Can I see my mom now?"

"Able!"

Fisher Tiger stood not far away, watching her skip and hop, and finally smiled.

On the Foolshout Island.

The Sun Pirates sent a message to the island in advance via a merchant ship.

Several key figures in the village gathered inside the house, their faces growing increasingly grim.

"Fisher Tiger? That Fish-Man trespassed into the Holy Land?!"

"Koala was once a slave of the Celestial Dragons! What if the World Government investigates after he sends her back?"

"But he was just trying to help the child get home!"

"Can you guarantee that the Celestial Dragons won't come looking for you?"

The man glanced at the other people in the room.

What will happen to the whole village then?

The room fell silent.

A man suddenly spoke up, "Tell the Navy. Fisher Tiger is a wanted criminal. Arrest him, and the village will be safe."

Koala's mother, Muti, clutched her daughter's old clothes, her eyes red-rimmed.

She waited three years, and finally received the news that her daughter was still alive.

But the words "Celestial Dragons" felt like a mountain, suffocating her.

Ultimately, the villagers decided to report it to the navy.

But they also made a condition: the Navy must guarantee that Koala could stay in her hometown and would not be taken away again.

The message traveled up the chain of command through the local Branch to the Marine Headquarters.

Marineford.

Ron had just finished his performance review and was flipping through the documents in his hand.

An intelligence officer pushed open the door and entered.

"Rear Admiral Ron, there's news from the Sun Pirates."

Ron paused as he turned the page.

"Give it to me."

The document clearly states: Target: Fisher Tiger, planned landing on Foolshout Island, intelligence source: local residents.

Ron's brow furrowed even more deeply.

What are you going there for?

"Send a human girl home."

Ron remained silent for a moment.

He knew what these people were afraid of.

It may be scary, but what kind of person would push their savior out to take the blow for them?

"Oh."

Ron closed the file.

"They risked their lives to send the child back, and you betrayed them first."

"Rear Admiral?"

Who is responsible for the task?

"Headquarters is still making arrangements."

"Give me."

The call quickly reached the Fleet Admiral's Office.

"Ron?"

Sengoku's voice turned cold. "You've only been back a short time, and you're already trying to run away again?"

"Old man, this time it's really important. Fisher Tiger is a tough opponent, and if the nearby Branches try to attack him head-on, we'll only end up with a bunch of wounded."

What do you want to do?

"Let's go take a look first, and then we'll talk about it when we get there."

What are you planning now?

What ideas could there be?

"Don't give me that!"

Sengoku finally approved it, instructing him to first coordinate with the local Branch and not to arbitrarily change the deployment.

Did you hear me?

"I heard you!"

In his office, Vergo looked at the unfolded nautical chart.

"Rear Admiral, how many men are you bringing this time?"

"I'll go by myself."

Vergo walked to the door, but couldn't help turning back.

"Rear Admiral, are you really planning to capture Fisher Tiger?"

Ron casually tossed the whistleblower document back onto the table.

"It depends."