Everyone Has an Acquaintance

Everyone Had Someone They Knew "!!!"

Zoro's pupils shrank. He had no time to think; relying purely on instinct, he drew his sword and blocked.

Clang!!!

The crisp ring of metal striking metal exploded through the air.

A tremendous force poured down along the blade. Zoro's feet carved two deep grooves into the wooden floor as he was driven back again and again.

His arms trembled violently. The force behind that slash had far exceeded the limit of what he could withstand.

Fortunately, that slash did not seem especially sharp. It was more like a greeting.

Otherwise, with his reaction speed just now, he probably would have been cut in two at the waist.

He staggered from the impact, about to be sent flying into the restaurant wall.

A tall blond figure appeared silently behind him.

That big hand reached out and firmly pressed down on his shoulder.

"All right, all right. If you're old acquaintances, keep the reunion civilized."

The other party's voice carried a lazy drawl, along with a faint scent of tobacco.

"No roughhousing in the restaurant."

"Put me down!"

A faint wisp of smoke drifted into Zoro's nose. Like a cat grabbed by the scruff of its neck, he struggled wildly, trying to break free from the other party's grip.

Using the chance created by his struggle, he finally twisted his head around and saw who had arrived.

It was an absurdly tall blond youth.

He was at least over two meters tall, wearing a sharply tailored black suit. His left eye was almost completely covered by a long lock of blond hair.

A cigarette hung from his mouth, and his whole body gave off an aura of laziness that had seeped into his bones.

"Fine, fine, down you go."

Sanji casually loosened his hand and