The Protagonist Arrives, The Play Begins

"Heh. What we're discussing together is a world-shaking matter that could overturn the entire global order! It's not something a small-fry live-in son-in-law like you, who'll spend his whole life holed up in a village serving tea to women, could ever understand."

Yasopp seemed to have been struck where it hurt, and a flash of anger crossed his face.

He gave a sneer and looked down at Usopp with the gaze of someone staring at a frog in a well.

"When you finally have the guts to leave this comfort zone and truly go out onto that vast, storm-tossed sea to experience life and death, then you'll understand just how naive and ridiculous what you're saying right now really is."

"Is that so? Then I'd rather stay this naive for the rest of my life. At least I live like a person, not like some heartless beast."

Usopp's face was expressionless. He even found it a little funny.

With a character like Yasopp's, he thought he could do earth-shattering things?

"Leave. My home doesn't welcome a cold-blooded beast my mom never managed to see before she closed her eyes on her deathbed."

"Fine, fine, fine! You little bastard really do have a hard temper!"

Yasopp said "fine" three times in a row, then gave a cold snort.

He had come here in person today, but he had never expected this rebellious son of his to accept him after just a few words.

This was nothing more than going through the motions.

Only true despair could awaken a coward sunk in comfort.

He turned around and strode toward the door.

When he reached the doorway, he threw back a threatening line without turning his head.

"You'd better pray you never live to see the day you regret this!"

With that, Yasopp