Loguetown, backstreet weapon shop.
Far from the bustling central square, this slightly gloomy alley was filled with the mingled smell of rust and engine oil.
A weapon shop with a weathered sign stood quietly here, like a corner forgotten by time.
"Jingle—"
As the brass bell hanging over the door rang sharply, Ronan and Zoro stepped into the shop one after the other.
The shop was dimly lit. Swords, axes, and flintlocks of every kind hung on the surrounding walls, while fine dust drifted through the air.
Behind the counter, a middle-aged man with a typical balding hairstyle and round glasses was listlessly trimming his nails.
The moment he saw customers enter, his formerly cloudy eyes lit up. He put on an extremely professional yet falsely ingratiating smile.
"Welcome!"
The owner, Ipponmatsu, rubbed his hands together and eagerly came forward.
"You two young gentlemen have a fine eye! Don't let my shop's out-of-the-way location fool you—this is an old establishment that's been in business for two hundred years!"
"Whether you're looking for Famous Swords or sharp weapons, we have everything here. Please, take your time looking around!"
Zoro did not waste words. He walked straight to the counter and heavily slapped a stack of hundred-thousand-Belly notes onto it.
Smack!
"I want to buy swords." Zoro's voice was low and hoarse. "I only have one hundred thousand Belly! Sell me two swords!"
"One... one hundred thousand?"
Ipponmatsu's smile froze instantly, like a cheap mask cracking apart.
He stared disbelievingly at the thin stack of money on the table, the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitching a few times.
In Loguetown, where prices had soared, one hundred thousand Belly was barely enough to buy a decent kitchen knife. Yet this Moss Head wanted to buy two weapons?
"Tch... so you're