(Fourth update... uh...)
West Blue,
Ohara.
The once naturally lush forest island had now been reduced to ruins. The towering tree that symbolized knowledge had also fallen.
The World Government's Buster Call had long since withdrawn, and this place should have been deserted from then on.
Yet at the edge of the island, several giant ships were docked.
Several giants held nets and salvaged something from a lake.
They were books.
Though soaked, the books had remained remarkably intact. They were packed up and transported away batch by batch.
At that moment, a figure with an absurdly enormous head stuck out his tongue as he peeked from behind a rock.
Behind him stood a long-haired man holding flowers and wearing a dark green cloak.
"You're still the same, with that head of yours...
Long time no see, Vegapunk."
The scientist whose name had been called, Vegapunk, slowly turned around. Seeing Dragon, he let out a sigh of relief.
"So it's you, Dragon... Why are you here?"
"That's because I had some ties with Uncle Clover.
But... for some reason, there are still people watching the area around Ohara. Is that really alright?"
Dragon was highly alert. He had long noticed those people stationed around Ohara.
He had not revealed himself, but the Giant race could not exactly hide their presence. They had likely already alerted someone.
"Are they from the World Government?" Vegapunk asked worriedly.
If so, those important books might very well be exposed.
But Dragon shook his head.
"Doesn't seem like it. They look more like lackeys sent by some force out at sea. They don't have the bearing of regular troops at all."
"Is that so..."
Dragon looked again at the giants salvaging books in the distance. "You care a lot about those giants?"
"Yes. Those are