The Pirate's Children

The following afternoon.

In the New World, on an island near the Calm Belt.

At the edge of the island's only town, the afternoon sun shone lazily, yet it could not illuminate the malice in the eyes of a group of half-grown children.

"Monster! Pirate bastard!"

"Get out of our town!"

"We don't need freaks with pointy heads here!"

The stones in the children's hands rained down like hail on Page One, who was curled up in a corner by the wall.

He wore a tattered hat, but the two pointed protrusions on top were still clearly visible. Along with his naturally somewhat pointed head, they gave the children the perfect reason to mock and attack him.

Even worse, he was "a pirate's child."

He clutched his head and whimpered. His forehead had been split open, blood trickling down mixed with dirt, while several large bumps had already risen on his head. The insults and the dull thuds of stones striking flesh intertwined into the miserable symphony of his daily life.

"Don't bully Little Pei!"

A clear yet forceful shout cut through the noisy abuse.

Ulti, who had returned from looking for food, saw the scene. Her pink pupils instantly narrowed as fury flared within her.

Without hesitation, she threw down the rock-hard loaf of bread in her hand, dashed into the nearby grass, and pulled out the Spiked Club she had carefully hidden there. Like an enraged lion cub, she gripped it with both hands and charged at the attackers.

The children recognized her and immediately shifted their target, hurling stones at her. However, Ulti's skills far exceeded anything they had imagined.

The Spiked Club seemed to come alive in her hands, whirling so tightly that it formed a solid barrier.

"Smack! Smack! Smack!"

Every stone was precisely knocked