"More or less."
Meanwhile.
Somewhere on the Grand Line.
Shusuke and Herald arrived at an island covered in giant grapevines.
There was only one tiny village on the island, with just seven households.
The village houses were wooden huts with thatched roofs, and the poor living conditions were plain to see.
When Shusuke and Herald appeared, the residents still welcomed them warmly, even though Herald looked rather frightening to ordinary people.
They even competed to invite the two into their homes.
"Master, aren't these people a little too welcoming?" Herald asked quietly as he walked beside Shusuke.
Shusuke said expressionlessly, "When something's this strange, there's bound to be a catch. Let's see what happens first."
Herald nodded.
Surrounded by the villagers, the two entered one of the houses.
Although the interior was very basic, their hosts brought out a reasonably generous meal of three dishes and a soup, along with the island's most plentiful products: grape juice and wine.
"Don't be shy. Just make yourselves at home," the hostess said with a beaming smile.
Herald looked at Shusuke.
"Thanks," Shusuke said casually.
Then he picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of meat, and put it in his mouth, only to spit it out before swallowing.
Herald immediately stood up and asked anxiously, "Master, is something wrong with the meat?"
The host's expression changed, and he hurriedly explained, "Our village doesn't have very good conditions, so the meat might have been stored for a little too long, but it's still edible. We salt and dry it to make it keep longer. Is the flavor not to your liking?"
Shusuke wiped his mouth and said expressionlessly, "I don't like the taste."
The host relaxed a little.
The hostess glanced at her husband, then smiled. "There are still some vegetables in the