The strange look in Luffy's eyes grew increasingly obvious, as though he had just heard something utterly incomprehensible.
"What's wrong? Is this stuff important?" He pointed at the green powder the flames had already swallowed. "I just thought it tasted like poison. It didn't look like anything good to me."
The fat, knife-wielding man looked as though lightning had struck him. A moment later, his eyes quickly reddened, and even the hand gripping his knife began to shake.
"My Dance Powder!"
He lunged toward the stove and watched the gradually dispersing smoke, his expression more wretched than if he had lost his life.
"That was a treasure I went through so much trouble to get! And you burned it all, without leaving even a little!"
Luffy scratched his head, completely unable to understand why the man was crying like this over a pile of foul-tasting powder.
"Old man, aren't you being way too stingy? That stuff tasted awful, and it looked like poison. If keeping it wasn't any use, wasn't burning it a good thing?"
Those words were like salt in a wound. The man abruptly swung his cleaver, bringing it down at Luffy.
"Easy for you to say! Do you know how much I paid for it? If you don't, stop spouting nonsense!"
The blade fell right beside Luffy, splitting a crack in the ground. But Luffy's steps never even faltered; he swayed aside and dodged the attack.
The more the man attacked, the angrier he grew, his cleaver almost becoming a blur of cold light. Unfortunately, their strength was on entirely different levels. No matter how he slashed, he could not touch a single hair on Luffy.
"Stop dodging! Give me back my dream!"
"Dream?" Luffy looked puzzled as he dodged the blade. "You're saying that pile of