News of the Rumble-Rumble Fruit [Part 1]

Two minutes later.

The smartly dressed young men and women strolled out of the alley laughing, ready to head for the entertainment district in the city center.

"Business is good for you two brothers. You're almost at three hundred thousand Beli this month."

"Not bad. Mostly thanks to that old woman named Kureha last week. She threw down a hundred thousand in one go. Damn, she was generous enough to keep me living it up for quite a while..."

The three men at the front—one fat and two skinny—were chatting merrily when the fat man spotted, beneath a streetlamp at the intersection, a slightly plump blind swordsman sitting cross-legged with a battered bowl placed before him.

He looked rather lonely in the darkness.

A fellow traveler?

The fat man frowned and walked over, about to ask a question.

But Fujitora suddenly raised his head first and spoke weakly, "Please, kind sirs and madams, have pity on me. I just escaped from a casino, and I haven't had a proper meal in days..."

"Consider it a good deed. Even... even a hundred Beli would do..."

Why did those lines sound so familiar? He was copying them word for word, wasn't he? Did he pay the copyright fee?

The fat man sneered inwardly, but when he suddenly saw Fujitora's pupil-less white eyes, he froze... This guy was really blind. How pitiful...

Moved, his right hand somehow slipped into his clothes, and he poured all the tens of thousands of Queen Coins he had saved over the past few days into the broken bowl...

"What are you doing, Fatty? Messing with this guy?"

His companions noticed the scene and came over laughing, assuming he was just teasing the blind man.

But once they drew close and clearly saw Fujitora, they too froze. Then,