The nine who would end it all...
The atmosphere in the stone chamber was silent. As Ron listened to Franky's explanation, he quietly swept his gaze over the others, who had remained mute.
Luffy, Zoro, Usopp, Sanji, Nami, Chopper, Franky, Brook, Robin.
Were they really the original Nine Red Scabbards?
"...Also, there's a spy planted by Kin'emon and the others inside the Flower Capital. We don't know who it is, but he was the one who told us how to escape successfully last time, as well as about this ancient ruin where we're hiding."
Franky said solemnly, "If we're going to do anything, I think we should ask him about the situation first."
Ron nodded at that.
"I see. I was wondering why you weren't stupid enough to launch an attack recklessly without even knowing the situation inside."
"We're not actually that stupid,"
Usopp muttered under his breath.
The timing was just right. As Franky finished explaining, a noisy argument came from the passageway.
"You damned curly-brow, say that again?!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Embarrassed and angry now? You idiot Moss Head... Oh, no, calling you an idiot would be insulting idiots. You're a directionless fool."
"Damn it! You want to fight?"
"Gentlemen, this is not the time to fight!"
Then another familiar voice rang out. When the newcomers entered the stone chamber, Ron immediately understood.
"Shower Kanjuro?"
"Hm? Who called me?"
Kanjuro, his face painted with ghastly white makeup, turned toward the voice. He noticed the particularly conspicuous person in the room, and once he saw his face, he snapped to attention.
"Az... Azure Dragon Admiral!"
His experience in Dressrosa had left a deep impression on him. The moment he saw Ron, Kanjuro remembered Pink Feather, whose fate was still unknown, and the brutal sight of Ron gripping him by