War Between Nations

At this time, a large number of people, an army, were already standing on the island.

These people stared at the One Piece ship approaching the shore, their expressions solemn and somewhat tense.

After a while, the three Hell Pirates made contact with the enemy forces.

This army of several hundred men was the guard of a war-torn kingdom on the island.

The person Oboro encountered was the Squadron Leader of the guard.

"Did you bring the goods?"

The Squadron Leader, with long black hair and wearing armor, stared at Oboro as if facing a formidable enemy.

Seeing that all three of them were empty-handed, he couldn't help but glance at the ships on the sea.

"Certainly."

Long smiled slightly and snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, without warning, boxes of weapons appeared out of thin air and were arranged on the ground.

This scene caused the soldiers in the army to gasp in surprise.

What kind of ability is this? A hint of barely perceptible joy flashed across the Squadron Leader's eyes. He immediately stepped forward to count the quantity, then nodded to a subordinate. The soldiers dispersed one after another, and someone carried out boxes filled with money and valuables, placing them in front of him.

That's right, Oboro is selling weapons he looted from Fish Head Island, weapons that originally belonged to the Donquixote Family.

Long strolled among the several huge boxes, casually brushing them aside, and the boxes full of treasures and coins disappeared, being stored in his system inventory.

"Aren't you going to confirm the amount?"

The Squadron Leader, seeing his movements, gave him a reminder.

"No need... I believe your country wouldn't deceive us," Long said calmly.

"It's been a pleasure working with you... Please feel free to contact me anytime if you need anything in the future. I wish you victory in this war."

With a wave of his hand, without lingering, Oboro led Dom and the other two to leave.

"Wait a moment."

Suddenly, the Squadron Leader shouted.

Long turned around and stared at him. "What?"

"Is it true that the three members of your Hell Pirates are all very strong, capable of fighting against a nation?"

The Squadron Leader asked.

"There are so many countries at sea, some big and some small. If a tiny place like Fish Head Island can be considered a legitimate country, then it should be one..." Oboro realized something.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, the Squadron Leader took a deep breath and said, "In that case, our Skann Kingdom wants to hire your Hell Pirates to help us defeat our enemy country!"

"We are One Piece, not a mercenary organization... Although I don't mind, if word gets out, isn't your king worried about the negative impact it might have?"

Long shrugged.

"Letting a bunch of foreign One Piece into the house is not a wise move."

Hearing Long's teasing words, the Squadron Leader's eyes darkened. "You don't need to worry about that. We will pay a hefty fee, an amount that will definitely satisfy you."

"Heh... Your Skann Kingdom is currently embroiled in a fierce war. You must have squeezed out all the money to purchase weapons, right?"

Dom, standing to the side, let out a cold laugh.

Upon hearing this, the Squadron Leader looked embarrassed.

"Okay, I agree."

But then, Long suddenly smiled and said, "Don't worry about the money... We accept payment in any form, in any way, and with any equivalent goods... As long as you can do it within a certain timeframe, there won't be any problem."

"Good."

The Squadron Leader nodded emphatically.

It's clear that the Skann Kingdom is going all out, because if they win against the enemy, they can seize their territory and resources, and money will be no problem.

If we lose, we'll lose our country, so what's the point of talking about cooperation? The arms deal is just a pretext; their real purpose is to ask for our help.

In North Blue, this kind of situation is not an isolated case.

"Besides..."

Oboro walked up to the Squadron Leader and patted him on the shoulder. "Please tell the king that he should know very well what it means to join forces with One Piece. Money is only one aspect. If we ultimately help him save the king, then... from this day forward, your Skann Kingdom will fly the flag of our Hell Pirates... Understand?"

"Correspondingly, if another enemy appears, we will also provide assistance... a mutually beneficial arrangement."

Oboro made it sound easy, but the Squadron Leader knew very well that this matter was... extremely complicated.

Seeing that he seemed about to refuse, Oboro suddenly added, "Your invitation has been extended, and we've accepted it... This temporary deal is over. In other words, you people have no connection with our Hell Pirates now. If you want to refuse now, wouldn't that be too impolite? Although we've just set sail, we still have to save face... If you really refuse, we'll have to consider contacting your enemy countries..."

"You!"

Upon hearing this, the Squadron Leader's pupils immediately contracted, and his expression turned furious.

Isn't this asking the impossible?

A blatant threat.

"I suggest you contact the King first."

"Long said softly."

"..."

After a while, the Squadron Leader, who had gone to a distance to contact the king via Den Den Mushi, returned with a gloomy expression.

The king... compromised.

There's no other way... With the country on the verge of collapse, even if joining forces with One Piece poses some risks, we can't think about that right now.

"I will take you to the palace."

And so, Oboro and the other two temporarily took up residence in the royal palace of the Skann Kingdom.

They were drawn into a war between island nations.

They also met the old king in his twilight years.

The exchange between the two sides was fairly 'pleasant'.

At the same time, Oboro also learned about the current war situation.

The Skan Kingdom is at a disadvantage and is being suppressed by the enemy. Several small islands around the core island have also been captured by the enemy. Even more fatal is that the enemy's soldiers have landed and broken through from the southeast of the core island. They are now less than 30 kilometers away from the royal city.

Although the battles between nations may seem fierce and large-scale, they actually pose no real danger to Oboro.

It's just a waste of time.

Furthermore, this kind of confrontation between nations is not the grand spectacle he envisioned; it's a different concept from what he experienced in the Hunter x Hunter World and on Earth.

Although both sides still have a considerable number of troops, the total number of people remaining on the battlefield is less than 10,000.

What makes wars between nations so terrifying is the intensity of the artillery fire and the prolonged attrition, which still poses a certain threat to Dom and Dorans.

Consider it a test for the two of them.

Then, a few days later, early in the morning, just as dawn was breaking.

Oboro and his two companions went to the battlefield under the guise of One Piece.

They were operating under the name of the Hell Pirates, not as foreign aid hired by the Skan Kingdom.

On the land where the sun was just rising, the forces of the two countries clashed, and gunfire roared.

Flames and thick smoke swept across the sky, and fierce fighting, accompanied by blood and corpses, painted scenes of Purgatory.

Although there was shooting back and forth between soldiers on both sides on the battlefield, what was more directly reflected was close combat with cold weapons.

"Let's begin."

Oboro stepped over the corpses scattered on the ground, leading Dom and Dorans, one on each side, toward the area where the battle was at its most intense, and gave them his orders.

After saying that, he raised his finger and shot a ray of light towards the densest area of the crowd in front of him.