Because this news was simply too explosive.
Major newspapers worked overtime through the night, urgently printing extra editions and publishing lengthy coverage of it.
And so.
Over the next few days.
News Coos flapped their wings, carrying freshly printed reports as they cheerfully flew out of newspaper offices. Papers scattered across the Four Blues like snowflakes, stirring up towering waves...
East Blue, Foosha Village.
"Hey, Shanks, your change."
At the market, Aunt Louise called out to Shanks as he turned to leave, complaining, "What an idiot. How can you forget every single time? Tell me, how many times has this happened this month?"
"Ah, sorry, Auntie."
The red-haired young man took the change, scratched his head, and laughed heartily. "I'll remember next time. Definitely next time."
"Hmph, I don't believe you."
Aunt Louise rolled her eyes and said irritably, "You might as well have Benn Beckman and the others do the shopping from now on. Just take a break, will you? You're a captain, for goodness' sake. Why are you handling such trivial matters yourself?"
"I've got nothing better to do anyway. I came to Foosha Village for a vacation, after all."
The red-haired young man smiled awkwardly. After exchanging a few more pleasantries, he waved and turned away.
Along the way.
The villagers he encountered showed no fear upon seeing him. Instead, each of them greeted him with warm, friendly smiles.
Shanks smiled and nodded back to each of them, feeling faintly emotional.
Back in February, Yasopp had said he wanted to return home and visit his son Usopp, so Shanks had brought his companions back to the East Blue. By chance, they had stopped at Foosha Village along the way.
All told, they had only known these villagers for a little over a month.
At first, he