A month later, in a small town in the North Blue.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunfire erupted everywhere as bullets flew through the air. A group of thugs in suits swiftly looted the town's banks and gold shops, seizing every bit of wealth they could find.
"Ah, so there are only these three brats who would rather die than leave the Donquixote Family."
With his shirt hanging casually open and his black feathered coat still on despite being on a spring island, Donquixote Rosinante looked toward the three children in the distance, concern hidden between his brows.
Baby 5, her long black hair tied with a butterfly bow and dressed in a short black maid outfit, smiled as she raised a small hand. In an instant, it transformed into a musket, and her powerful firepower immediately suppressed the town's security forces.
Baby 5 was an Arms-Arms Fruit user, capable of turning any part of her body into all kinds of weapons...
Damn it, he was so jealous. Her ability was far stronger than his Calm-Calm Fruit, and so much cooler!
"Hey, hey, hey, Baby 5, can you lend me some money? Um..."
At those words, Baby 5's face filled with happiness, her cute little cheeks flushing red.
"Wonderful, someone needs me. I'm so happy..."
As she spoke, a stack of Beli fell from Baby 5's pocket into the hands of a chubby boy whose hairstyle resembled a propeller.
"Hey, Buffalo, stop taking advantage of Baby 5. You know perfectly well that she can't refuse anyone's request."
The suited thug who dressed like a gentleman—Senor Pink, who had yet to change into baby clothes and start wearing a pacifier—casually rebuked him. Buffalo, the chubby propeller-haired boy, immediately pursed his lips.
"I'm only borrowing it. I'll pay it back, um..."
That was right.