Oak: I'm Still Too Low-Key

Oak heard the voice, glanced first at the hand resting on his shoulder, then followed that hand to its owner.

He saw a man with pale blue hair, an open chest, and a gray fur coat draped over his shoulders. A round clown skull was tattooed on his exposed chest.

He looked familiar!

Looking at that face, Oak felt it was somewhat familiar. He must have been some character from the original story, but probably the sort of minor nobody whose name Oak had never remembered.

The man was currently looking at him with a teasing expression and said with a grin,

"Kid, your two girls are pretty nice!"

He pointed at Nami and Robin, his gaze roaming brazenly over the two women.

"How about lending them to us for some fun?"

"We'll give them back once we're done!"

He patted Oak on the shoulder and pointed his other thumb behind him.

"Ha ha ha!"

"Hee hee!"

A burst of laughter came from behind him. More than a dozen pairs of eyes looked mockingly toward Oak. Oak looked over and saw another familiar face in the center of the group—a blond man wearing black sunglasses, with the same clown skull tattoo on his open chest and a captain's coat draped over his shoulders.

"It's Bellamy and the Bellamy Pirates!"

Some pirates in the tavern who had noticed the commotion whispered after seeing that group, seemingly quite wary of them.

"That kid's in trouble. Bellamy and his lot have their eyes on his two girls. It'll be fine if he obediently offers them up, but if he doesn't know what's good for him..."

"Tsk, tsk."

Every word of the surrounding discussion reached Oak's ears. His face remained expressionless.

Fine, fine, fine!

So now every piece of trash dared to provoke me,