New World, Black Soil Island.
This is an island worthy of its name. The land beneath its feet is a fertile black color, and even the leaves of the plants growing on the island are a bit darker green than those on ordinary islands.
The internship fleet slowly docked at the largest port in Black Soil Island - Sherman Port.
The whistle blew, and the interns who could no longer hold themselves back cheered and poured down the gangway.
As usual, Akira divided them into four groups and allowed them to experience the unique customs and customs of this island.
Three brothers, Luffy, Ace, and Sabo, plus Zoro, Sanji, and Franky, Usopp and Brook, these most trouble-making guys were "carefully" grouped into a group by Akira, euphemistically called the "Elite Action Group".
Nami, Nojiko, Koala and Chopper are the "Logistics Procurement Group".
Vinsmoke Family's four siblings, Reiju, Ichiji, Niji, and Yonji, form a group of their own.
The remaining Hawkins, Trafalgar Law and others formed the final team.
After the grouping was completed, the interns disappeared into the bustling streets of Sherman Town like wild horses.
Luffy As soon as the group rushed into the center of the town, they were attracted by a thundering cheer.
"Black Soil King of Gluttony Challenge" is being held in the square in the center of the town.
"Big Eater Challenge?!" Luffy's eyes instantly turned into stars, and saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth, "Meat! I want to eat meat!"
Ace and Sabo looked at each other, smiled helplessly, and joined the crowd.
When the game started, the three Luffy showed their bottomless appetite, and the barbecue on the table disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye. Zoro on the side wanted to cheer them on, but turned around and walked in the wrong direction, instantly lost in the crowd. Sanji paid no attention to the game at all, with loving eyes, praising every beautiful lady passing by.
Usopp stood on a chair, spitting and boasting to the surrounding townspeople about his glorious deeds of "eating an Sea King by himself", which attracted bursts of admiration. Franky had a strong interest in a local mechanical puppet made of black ironwood, and was discussing the transformation plan with the craftsman. Brook played the guitar, sang Binks' Sake, and occasionally said, "Miss, can I admire your underwear?"
On the other side, two sisters, Nami and Nojiko, were haggling fiercely with the boss in a nautical supplies store. For a incomplete nautical chart that recorded ancient ruins, the two of them sang along, confusing the shrewd boss, and finally succeeded in buying it at a very low price.
Koala was quietly wandering around every corner, seemingly wandering, but in fact he was collecting any information that might be related to the Revolutionary Army. Little Chopper was carrying a big backpack, his eyes shining brightly in the medicine shop, and there were many medicinal materials unique to Black Soil Island that made him linger.
The four siblings of the Vinsmoke Family have a completely different style of painting. They walk in unison and walk on the street intently, looking at everything around them with a scrutinizing gaze, as if the king is inspecting his territory.
Ichiji, Niji and Yonji had undisguised contempt on their faces, scorning the entertainment activities of these "mortals". Only Reiju, when passing by a flower stall, paused slightly and bought a small blue flower blooming on the black soil.
As for Hawkins and Luo, they seem even more out of place.
Hawkins found a secluded corner, drew Tarot cards by himself, and muttered, "Today's shipping trend is auspicious. What's the probability of encountering it, one percent?"
Luo, wearing his trademark spotted hat, leaned against the wall and watched all this with a cold eye. He had no interest in the so-called customs and customs, but felt that these future colleagues were really noisy.
Port, a coffee shop by the sea.
Akira leisurely flipped through the old newspapers in his hands, the sea breeze blowing in from the open window, bringing with it a salty and humid atmosphere.
Hancock sat quietly opposite him, sipping the dessert, his eyes never leaving Akira's face, as if he was the most beautiful scenery in the world.
Marshal guard Captain Morgan stood upright behind Akira like a door god, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, scanning everyone around him vigilantly.
"Morgan." Akira put down the newspaper and spoke without looking back.
"Here!" Morgan's body was shocked and he stood at attention.
Akira chuckled, "Relax, it's very safe here. You can also take your soldiers to go shopping and experience the customs of this city. Don't be tense all the time."
Morgan's eyes lit up instantly, but he still hesitated. "Marshal Your safety..."
"My safety?" Akira blinked, "Do you think I need you to protect me?"
"Hey, hey,"
Morgan smiled awkwardly, and he just said it casually.
After giving a standard military salute, he almost ran out of the coffee shop. His impatient look was completely different from his previous image.
Morgan As soon as he rushed out of the store, a little boy holding a stack of newspapers ran from the corner of the street, shouting at the top of his lungs as he ran, "Big event! Big event! New World There is a scary newcomer!"
"Hey, kid, wait a minute!" Morgan immediately stopped him, "Here's a newspaper, please."
"Okay, uncle!" The little boy quickly pulled out a newspaper that still smelled like ink and handed it to Morgan. After receiving the money, he continued to hawk and ran away.
Morgan unfolded the newspaper casually, wanting to see what "terrifying newcomer" it was, but when his eyes fell on the shocking characters on the front page, the relaxation and comfort on his face instantly froze.
He turned around suddenly, quickly returned to the coffee shop, and placed the newspaper on the table in front of Akira.
"Marshal, take a look at this."
Akira glanced over and saw the headlines on the front page of the newspaper, printed in the most eye-catching fonts with a few big words - "Blackbeard Pirates, New World's nightmare!"
There is also a blurry photo below. On a simple raft, there are several evil figures. The man in the middle with a few missing teeth is none other than Marshall D. Teach.
Akira's brows raised slightly.
Blackbeard?
According to the timeline in his memory, it would still be at least a few years before Teach killed Thatch for Dark-Dark Fruit and defected from Whitebeard Pirates.
But now, the newspapers not only published the establishment of Blackbeard Pirates, but also recorded in detail their "accomplishments" of annexing several pirate groups that were slightly famous in New World in just a few days.
Is it because his appearance triggered the butterfly effect? The Dark-Dark Fruit that Teach dreamed of was born ahead of schedule?
"Blackbeard Pirates?" Hancock came over, holding Akira with his snow-white arms naturally, blinking his beautiful eyes, and pointed his fingertips on the title of the newspaper, "How come I have never heard of this name?"
"A pirate group that has just emerged recently." Akira spoke calmly and picked up the newspaper, "The captain's name is Marshall D. Teach, who used to be a crew member on the ship Whitebeard."
Having said this, Akira's eyes slowly closed.
The next second, Observation Haki was quietly released. The invisible, yet vast Observation Haki instantly enveloped the entire Black Soil Island like mercury pouring down the ground.
The heartbeat, every breath, and every conversation of every person on the island was clearly presented in his perception.
But this is just the beginning.
Observation Haki did not stop, but spread crazily towards the endless sea areas in all directions with Black Soil Island as the center.
A hundred miles!
Five hundred miles!
A thousand miles!!
The vast sea area turned into an extremely accurate real-time map in Akira's mind.
Soon, his "sight" penetrated the fog and accurately locked on a huge raft riding the wind and waves thousands of miles away.
The raft was simple and rough, with a pirate flag with three skulls flying on it.
Under the flag, Teach's iconic "thief hahaha" laughter, spanning a distance of thousands of miles, clearly sounded in his perception.
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