Strangely Comfortable with Kuroh

At that moment, Kuroh ran a hundred meters away, gathered several beautiful flowers, then ran back and tucked them into the little girl's hair.

The whole process looked as though the flowers had floated over and automatically landed on the girl's head.

"Open your eyes, open your eyes. See if you look pretty~" Wude teased the little girl. She touched her head, let out a childish cry, then laughed again, her little face flushed with embarrassment.

Wude rubbed her head, then turned to the old man. "Grandpa, may I ask how long it takes for this island to record its magnetic force?"

The old man handed a plate of fried noodles to one of Wude's followers, then thought for a moment. "Half a month."

"That's a little long." Wude took a drink as he spoke.

It wasn't that he was afraid of failing the goddess's test. He mainly felt that it would be a waste of time.

By the time Kyros had won three thousand victories, he should be able to reach Dressrosa, right?

Breathing in the aroma of food and drinking wine to relax his tense nerves, Wude sat in front of the cart and enjoyed this rare moment of peace.

He hadn't chosen to take Luffy's route, because it was full of traps.

The magnetic recording period on Little Garden was very long, and the way forward from Jaya Island was troublesome as well.

Oh, right. He still had a photograph of Miss Sand. If the current Mr. Sand saw it, he would tear Wude apart without a doubt.

Back then, after running far away, he had sent Kuroh back to Loguetown to secretly take the picture. It had been incredibly exciting.

Just as he was thinking about this, a group of bald men who looked as though they had walked straight out of an H-film arrived with their arms around beautiful women, staggering along while reeking of alcohol.

"Hey, old man, you got any booze left? Bring us some beer!" A fat bald man with a gun tucked into his waistband planted one foot on a stool. As he shouted, both his hands roamed wantonly over the woman beside him.

"I'm very sorry, but all the alcohol has been sold." The old man spoke apologetically.

"Huh?" A four-meter-tall bald man threw the woman to the ground, then angrily kicked at the cart.

"Can't you live without alcohol?" Wude raised his leg and kicked the bald man backward.

Holding his bowl, he gently patted the little girl's head and soothed her in a soft voice. Then he raised his head and glared fiercely at the Bald Pirate Crew.

"You bastards dare to mess with us? You tired of living?" The bald men released the women one after another and drew their knives and guns.

"Here's ten seconds. Get lost, or the Bald Pirate Crew won't mind picking out a grave for you!" the fat bald man shouted viciously. Pointing his gun at Wude, he continued, "Old man, give us free food and drinks for the next week. Got a problem with that?"

"I..." The old man grimaced. If he gave away food and drinks for a week, would he and his granddaughter have to drink the wind from the northwest?

"Waaah, ugly monsters are bullying people..." The little girl burst into tears and became a little sobbing mess.

"Master, what should we do?" Jia held a bag in his hand and looked toward Wude.

Wude reached out and patted the little girl's head, comforting her before walking toward the group of pirates.

Looking at the bald men brandishing knives and guns, he smiled.

"You bastard! You're actually laughing at me!" The fat bald man's gaze turned vicious, and his face flushed with rage. He raised his gun and strode forward, intending to press it against Wude's forehead.

"Don't hit Big Brother, boo-hoo... no!" The little girl stood in front of Wude, blocking the pirate with her tiny hands. She sniffled while glaring fiercely at him.

Click, click, click!

The tools drew their guns one after another and aimed them at the bald pirates, creating a tense standoff.

"Who's afraid of who?" the fat bald man shouted. Having said that, he was about to pull the trigger.

"Hey, fighting and killing isn't very nice." After saying this, Wude waved Jia over.

Jia took out a bag and opened it.

The bald men all looked down. The bag was filled to the brim with bombs.

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"!"

The fat man's momentum plummeted. The hand holding his gun trembled slightly, and his expression instantly froze.

The bald pirates lowered their weapons one after another, transforming from savage wolves into obedient huskies as they revealed obsequious smiles.

The leader's expression looked worse than if he had been crying.

Wude shaped his fingers like a gun and pressed them against the pirate leader's forehead, giving it a scratch as well. "What do you think of this?"

With a thud, the pirate leader dropped to his knees and clasped his hands together, begging miserably for mercy.

"I didn't tell you to kneel." Wude patted the man's forehead.

"Facing such a handsome and imposing existence as you, Master, it's more comfortable to look up at you." The pirate leader brought the art of bootlicking to perfection.

"Leave them to you." After saying this to the tools, Wude turned around and went back to continue eating.

"Thank you, Big Brother." The little girl wiped her tears.

"It was nothing."

Jia glanced at the group of pirates. "Someone, bury them."

"We have money! We can pay!" the bald pirates begged for mercy.

"Then sink them into the sea." Jia gave them the deluxe package.

"@#￥*..." The bald pirates were dragged away while cursing and swearing.

Not long afterward, they finished eating.

Wude placed a small stack of banknotes on the cart. "Keep the change."

"Come again next time, Big Brother!" The little girl waved her tiny hand.

"Mm."

Wude returned to the ship.

Standing on the deck, he took an iron rod from a wooden barrel, then released Kuroh.

"In a moment, I'll cover my eyes with black cloth. Hit me!"

Kuroh nodded.

Wude covered his eyes with a piece of black cloth and stood facing Kuroh.

Kuroh swung the iron rod, which whistled through the air as it struck toward him.

During this period, Wude set aside some time every day to have Kuroh help him train and develop his Observation Haki.

After successfully developing Observation Haki, one could strongly sense the aura of others.

Wude had chosen the iron-rod training method, and it was extremely efficient.

He had made significant progress by now. Dodging was easier than it had been at the beginning, and he could faintly sense the iron rod's aura as it came at him.

Other people trained with wooden sticks and pebbles. Wude, however, wasn't afraid of death and went straight for an iron rod, earning looks of awe from the tools every time.

"Maybe the next step should be using a sword?" Jia said.

What if he got injured? Would they have to keep using medicine?

No. Killing himself and restoring his condition was far more effective than using medicine.

Crocus cried when he heard about it.

Over the next few days, Wude trained on the ship during the day. At night, he went to the old man's place to eat something and drink some wine, and he amused himself by teasing the children whenever he had nothing else to do.

He planned to leisurely wait for half a month to pass. Once the Log Pose finished recording the magnetic force, he would leave. He had absolutely no intention of going to the flower district to play with pretty girls.

As for Kuroh, they had begun developing a few ideas of their own and would occasionally run off to wander around the flower district without orders.

After a week, Kuroh had become very strange.

A bizarre mane of long hair made from black matter drifted in the wind. Their originally triangular head had begun changing into a human-like oval shape. Beneath their enormous wings was a tall, black body. Two clumps of high-density black matter had gathered on their chest, while another two clumps of high-density black matter had formed behind their buttocks...

Their claws had evolved toward resembling a woman's fingernails, and their feet imitated women's high heels. The shoes and feet were fused together, making them counterfeit heels.

"Where have you been wandering around all day?" Wude helplessly patted Kuroh's chest. Looking at Kuroh imitating a woman, he felt deeply distressed.

No, he had to keep an eye on this disobedient IBM. He absolutely couldn't let things continue like this!