The Underground Treasure Vault (13)

A fruit-slicing competition came to a joyful end amid a series of "bang, bang, bang" explosions.

Gatz found the three Wano Country men backstage, blackened all over as if they had just returned from mining coal, and enthusiastically stepped forward to shake their hands.

"Congratulations, congratulations! The swordsmanship you three displayed was truly eye-opening! Here are the two temporary passes and your prizes. They are valid for one week."

Only the top three could receive passes. Momonosuke had been taken down by a peach bomb and ended up third from last.

Looking at the palm-sized passes in their hands, Kanjuro and Kin'emon exchanged a glance before suddenly embracing each other and bursting into tears.

"Kanjuro, we did it!"

"That's right, Kin'emon, we did it!"

This damn Fruit ninja competition really was your brilliant idea!

If their skills had been any worse, they might have been blown straight off the stage by a bomb, just like Momonosuke.

Wait, Momonosuke?

Kin'emon suddenly calmed down and asked, "Host, are only the two of us allowed in?"

"Hm?"

Gatz, who had been turning to leave, looked back at them strangely. "Of course. One ticket per person. They cannot be transferred, and expired tickets are void. That's how it works."

"Then..."

Kin'emon's gaze darkened as he looked back at Momonosuke, who lay on a bed wrapped in bandages, his unfocused eyes showing that he was still suffering from a concussion.

"Only the two of us can go in."

"Actually, that may be for the best, isn't it?"

Kanjuro held his chin and said, "We do not yet know what conditions are like in Area Four. If danger arises, having the Young Master with us may only make us hesitant."

"That makes sense!"

"Then..."

In the restaurant, Ron stood and stretched lazily. "Then... barring any surprises,