"!!!"
The unfamiliar voice that suddenly rang out made everyone in the harbor village freeze.
"Who the hell was that?"
Musshuru and Wapol, their fun spoiled, angrily looked toward the source of the voice. Only then did they realize that, at some point, a stranger had appeared among the guard unit protecting them—a man in a black-and-red cloak, with long red hair.
The guards were startled and hurriedly raised their weapons, aiming at the man.
But the man paid them no attention at all. His gaze remained fixed on the two people, one large and one small, lying in the snow that had already been dyed red with blood.
The boy looked a little older than Ye Mu, about seventeen or eighteen.
The little girl looked younger, about twelve or so.
Judging from what had just been said, they should have been brother and sister.
At that moment, the boy was shielding his younger sister tightly beneath him, taking all the punches and kicks from earlier. He was already in a miserable state, bright-red blood flowing from his forehead and slowly dripping onto the snow. The scorching blood melted the ice and snow.
As for the other one, the little girl with a head of white hair, her condition was very bad. No—from Ye Mu's Observation Haki, she probably only had a few days left to live. Her aura was as weak as a candle in the wind, as if it could go out at any time. On top of that, in this freezing, snowy environment, her face had turned deathly pale.
And at that moment, as if he had heard Ye Mu's voice, the boy soaked in crimson blood weakly lifted his head, looked at Ye Mu with swollen, bruised eyes, and used the last of his strength to