"All right, then you should..."
Yoru was cut off by a burst of crude shouting.
The bar door was shoved open, and several pirates reeking of booze and blood walked in with their arms slung around one another.
Leading them was a burly man with a curved sword at his waist, apparently the captain of some unknown pirate crew.
The captain swept his bleary gaze around the bar, and the devil fruits in Uchiha Itachi's and the others' hands soon caught his attention.
Greed instantly chased away his drunken haze.
"Son of a bitch. Rotten Ear said someone was handing out devil fruits in this bar, but I didn't believe him. Turns out it was true."
As soon as he finished, a short man missing half his left ear squeezed forward.
Holding a thick stack of wanted posters, he proudly reported to the burly man:
"Captain, I checked. None of these small fry are on the wanted posters. We're good to go."
Hearing that, the pirate captain abandoned all hesitation. He strode over and pointed at the Golden Crow Fruits in Itachi's, Inabi's, and the others' hands, spittle flying:
"Hey! I hear you're handing out devil fruits. Where's my share?"
Several of his men gathered around too, grinning maliciously with their hands on their weapons.
The Uchiha clansmen's gazes turned cold as they looked at the group as though they were already dead.
Everything about this world was good, except for one problem that troubled the Uchiha.
Why were there so many weaklings who simply couldn't recognize how weak they were?
"You're asking to die!"
Inabi was about to draw En'yōmaru without hesitation and start slaughtering them.
"Hm?"
A soft murmur of surprise rang out.
Then Yoru gently held back Inabi, who was about to draw his sword and cut