So You're the One Called Nezha, Huh

The tavern was filled with a mixture of the aroma of alcohol and the stench of sweat. People gathered in small groups, whispering about various news.

Mr.3 found a corner to sit down and ordered a few drinks.

However, when the bartender heard that Mr. 3 was looking for Dorothy, his expression changed slightly, and he lowered his voice and said, "You don't know yet, do you? Dorothy was chased into the desert by a big pirate with a bounty of over 300 million, and her fate is now unknown."

Upon hearing this news, Mr. 3 couldn't help but gasp, secretly relieved that he had escaped unscathed.

Fujitora simply nodded slightly, showing little emotional reaction to the battle between pirates.

"Continue searching for that kid's whereabouts."

Mr. 3 nodded in agreement.

Just then, the tavern door was suddenly pushed open, and a shirtless man with a buzz cut walked in.

Mr. 3 looked closely and exclaimed in surprise, "Mr. 1! Did you come to save me?"

Mr. 1 glanced coldly at Mr. 3, ignoring his agitation, and walked straight toward Fujitora.

His eyes revealed a fierce glint as he stared at Fujitora and said, "This trash is a subordinate of our boss, the Shichibukai Crocodile. If your Navy doesn't want to violate the World Government's treaty, you'd better release him. Otherwise, when the fight breaks out, we won't care about the Navy's reputation."

As soon as Mr. 1 spoke, the atmosphere in the tavern became tense. Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned their eyes to him.

Mr. 3, the Candleman, was terrified!

I thought to myself, "You've never seen a blind man summon meteors before! Can your broken knife even cut a meteor?"

Fujitora's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile.

"Alright then, in that case, I'll be searching for a needle in a haystack in the desert. Luckily, I don't have anything else to do."

Mr. 1 frowned; he hadn't expected Fujitora to compromise so easily.

He had expected a fierce battle, but Fujitora's attitude left him somewhat puzzled.

Mr. 3 secretly rejoiced, as he certainly didn't want to be hit by a meteorite.

Just then! From the direction of the bar, the bartender suddenly exclaimed!

Everyone turned their heads and saw a young man with black hair, carrying several bottles of liquor, staring at Fujitora with a strange look!

The next second, the guy vanished into thin air, leaving everyone completely bewildered.

Fujitora frowned. "That wanted criminal, he's here?"

Mr. 3 swallowed hard. "He came. And then he left."

Fujitora asked curiously, "Does the World Government still not understand why this guy's Devil Fruit Ability includes Teleportation?"

After a busy day traveling all over the country and spending half a month's worth of food and supplies, New Recruit Fang Yu, carrying a bunch of carefully prepared delicacies and toys, arrived at the foot of the Li Manor's courtyard wall with a mix of trepidation and anticipation.

The sunlight shone on him, but it couldn't dispel the tension in his heart. After all, in this perilous Investiture of the Gods World, every step was like walking on thin ice, and he had placed his bet on Nezha.

He carefully placed the food pieces one by one on the courtyard wall. Demon Orb Nezha, was lying on the wall, bored and chewing on a blade of grass. At first, he just glanced at it casually and didn't take the food that had been delivered to his door seriously, assuming it was just a new servant in the mansion.

A strange smell suddenly wafted through the air. Nezha wrinkled his nose; the peculiar smell was like an invisible hand, catching his curiosity.

He sat up abruptly and yelled at the top of his lungs, "Are you out of your mind? You dare throw shit at my feet?"

Fang Yu quickly explained with a smile, "Young Master, this isn't poop, it's famous Stinky Tofu from East City. Don't let its stench fool you, it tastes amazing!"

From the moment he was born, Nezha rarely had the experience of freely wandering Chentang Pass. Shops and vendors would close their doors and shut down as soon as they saw him. Passersby who were slow to run would lie on the ground and pretend to be dead, jump into the river and hold their breath, or climb trees and pretend to be birds.

Since his family wouldn't provide him with junk food, Nezha naturally hadn't seen many snacks.

"You dare to lie to me?" Nezha narrowed his eyes.

"If you don't believe me, I'll try a piece and you'll see."

As he spoke, Fang Yu quickly took a piece of steaming stinky Stinky Tofu from his cloth bag, stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation, and chewed it heartily, deliberately making an expression of enjoyment on his face.

Nezha looked disgusted, as if he were watching someone eat shit.

Fang Yu knew that success or failure hinged on this moment. If he couldn't convince Nezha of the allure of this delicious food, all his previous efforts would be in vain.

So he chewed and mumbled, "Young master, just believe me this once, it really is delicious."

Nezha pursed his lips, his face full of doubt. "Is it really delicious?" Fang Yu nodded hurriedly, "Absolutely! If you don't believe me, I'll eat another one!" As he spoke, he deftly picked up a piece of Stinky Tofu and stuffed it into his mouth.

Nezha tilted his head, his gaze shifting back and forth between Fang Yu and the pile of Stinky Tofu, and suddenly asked, "You're not Old Man Li's son, are you? I told you, the house collapsing wasn't my fault, I just..." He thought for a moment, "... was a little too strong."

Fang Yu was taken aback, then realized what he meant, "What are you saying? My surname is Fang, not Li."

Nezha frowned, his doubts deepening. "Is this thing poisoned? Or..."

"No poison, no poison, it's delicious!" Fang Yu said as he ate another piece, looking as if this Stinky Tofu was the most delicious delicacy in the world.

Nezha was a little confused. He really couldn't figure out what this person in front of him was after. "Then why are you giving me all these new gadgets?"

Seeing that Nezha had finally taken the bait, Fang Yu was overjoyed. He immediately bowed slightly and began his praise, "The day you appeared, young master, you looked so majestic that I knew at a glance that you were the son of Li Jing, the general of Chentang Pass! Your upright posture, your unruly gaze, even the way you walked with your hands in your crotch looked so dashing!"

At this point, Nezha seemed to have been touched on something, and quickly pulled his hand out of his crotch, scratching his head sheepishly.

"What do you mean... you admire me?" Nezha asked.

"Of course! The other day when the young master kicked the shuttlecock, I felt like I was hit by a meteorite! With such divine strength, the young master will definitely be a more powerful Admiral than General Li in the future! If I get on good terms with you now, it will be easier for me to get an official position in the future, right?" Fang Yu finished speaking in one breath, observing Nezha's reaction.

Nezha understood, rubbed his nose, and said, "Oh? Aren't you afraid that I'll eat you like the rumors say?"

Fang Yu quickly shook his head, his expression firm. "Those people are too easily swayed. What do you mean by Birth of the Demon Child? I think it's just Heaven-Sent Auspice! You are fire! What was fire in ancient times? It was a divine grace that allowed savages to say goodbye to darkness, raw flesh, and cold!"

Nezha's face flushed red at the praise, and he quickly turned away, his face turning crimson. "Ugh! What nonsense are you spouting! It's disgusting! Get out of here..." He was about to say "get out," but for some reason, Nezha changed his tone and said, "Let's go!"

Fang Yu understood that this meant he had succeeded halfway, so he nodded and said, "Then I'll take my leave now, General Zha. I'll come back to offer you tribute in a few days."

"Ugh! This is so annoying! Let's go, let's go!" Nezha waved his hand impatiently.

After Fang Yu left, Nezha turned his head and looked at the fresh food on the courtyard wall. Finally, he couldn't resist, grabbed a piece of Stinky Tofu and put it in his mouth, chewing it carefully.

After chewing a couple of times, Nezha's eyes lit up, and he nodded in satisfaction. "It really does taste good, but smells bad... oh no, it tastes good but smells bad..."

Thinking of Fang Yu's appearance just now, Nezha smacked his lips and said, "What a strange guy."