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At this time, another voice came from the Straw Hat boy's left cheek—to be precise, under the skin of the left half of his face.
The voice was deeper and more steady, as if he was talking through something.
"That Raid Suit... is black and made of special material."
The left face said slowly, "If I admit it correctly, that child is Vinsmoke Family.
The third son.
Vinsmoke·Sanji."
None of the three people at the table answered.
Navigator blinked, Swordsman crossed his arms, Straw Hat the boy tilted his head.
A being hanging above the ceiling of the restaurant sighed silently - if spirits could sigh.
He had to speak again, and the voice came directly into the ears of the three people:
"Vinsmoke.
'Germa 66' reigns Family.
It was a Kingdom with no fixed territory, relying on war business to make a living.
The technology they master far exceeds that of ordinary countries.
That child just now... can be regarded as one of the products of their technology."
The sea breeze came in through the open porthole and blew a corner of the tablecloth.
In the distance, there was the clanking sound of the spatulas in Kitchen, mixed with the soft sizzling sound of heated grease.
The night is slowly rising from the sea level, swallowing up the skylight bit by bit.
Nami suddenly turned his head, a certain light flashed in his eyes.
"So, that blond-haired person... is from the Royal Family?"
Although she is not as obsessed with money as in some worlds, who would refuse more resources.
"Genetically speaking, yes."
Rossi held his chin, "But there seems to be a rift between him and Family - in my impression, Vinsmoke would never allow his children to work as cooks outside."
He was indeed confused.
The young man named Sanji has clearly shown the characteristics of his bloodline, and he is still carrying a set of dark equipment. His skills in dealing with the soldiers just now were quite neat. How could he end up in the most remote corner of East Blue, guarding him in front of the stove?
It's really puzzling.
"I don't care!"
Luffy poured the remaining contents on the plate into his throat, omitting even the act of chewing.
He stood up suddenly, "He must be our cook!"
Zoro raised his hand and pressed his forehead.
Once the captain makes up his mind, he can't turn back even if there are ten Sea King in front of him.
Seeing the figure rushing towards Kitchen, the green-haired Swordsman also picked up the plate in front of him and poured the contents directly into his mouth.
Next to him, Navigator tapped the edge of the dinner plate in front of him with his fork. There were a few small bones neatly arranged there.
"When ordinary people finish eating, this should be left on their plates."
Can you two even digest bones?
Is that still human?
***
Fragments of memory came up without warning.
Shout out to kill.
"No retreat! For the sake of home--"
Laughing wildly.
"Are ants worthy of stopping?"
Three figures wearing brightly colored armor shuttled through the defenders' formation, limbs flying everywhere they passed.
Life is extinguished so fast that no one can blink.
The air was filled with muted screams, the muffled sound of broken bones and flesh, the gasping of air after the blade cut the trachea, and the violent choking after something penetrated the chest... Everyone was desperately trying to send death to the nearest person.
The air pressure became thick and heavy, like hot gravel pouring into my lungs.
The boy who was last and wearing a black mask felt that his internal organs were being burned.
"Vinsmoke... damn..."
A Middle-aged Man whose shirt was soaked Dark Red fell down at the boy's feet, holding a half-broken penis in his hand.
He pulled the trigger, without waiting for the expected explosion, and struggled towards the boy. His open mouth revealed a blur of red and white, and he bit hard at the boy's arm that was raised to block.
Pfft.
The next moment, Middle-aged Man's determination solidified on his face.
A knife-like palm cut off the back of his neck.
"What are you doing?"
The girl wearing pink armor wiped away the warm liquid that splashed on her cheek, and reached out to the boy in the black mask.
But the sticky scarlet color on her palm made her third brother stumble and fall to the ground.
"... If you don't want to fight, just run away."
The girl turned around and glanced at the mess behind her.
She raised her arm and pointed at the narrow gap between the two buildings.
"There is a passage there,"
Her voice was calm, "Follow it and you can avoid the chaos outside.
Get out of here - the world is a big place and there will always be room for you."
The boy didn't remember how he got out of that city.
It wasn't until the surroundings became completely quiet, with only his own heavy breathing left in his ears, that his consciousness slowly rose like something sinking to the bottom of the water.
He staggered into the nearest bush, bent down, and all the churning contents in his stomach came out.
"It's really embarrassing."
When the voice came from behind, his whole body froze.
The tone was so familiar that it sent chills down his spine.
He turned around sharply.
"... Father."
"Shut up."
The man standing behind him was tall, with a metal helmet pressing down on Sanji scattered behind his shoulders.
The chin protrudes forward, with a short black beard that sticks upward, and a smaller beard underneath.
An orange cloak hangs behind him, and the number "66" is printed on the light gray Raid Suit chest.
The man held a heavy metal spear in his hand, the tip of the spear hanging down to the ground.
"As commander-in-chief,"
The man's eyes fell on him, like ice flakes scraping his skin, "I will execute him here."
The boy ran away.
Raid Suit wraps him up, letting him blend into the surrounding light and shadow.
How did he disappear from that city, and how did he avoid the man called "father"
The man's memory has been blurred into a mess of color blocks.
When he opened his eyes again, he was lying on the deck of a ship, and in his shaking vision was a barefoot man.
The ship did not stay at sea for long.
The storm came without warning.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
The sound came from the side.
Blond-haired boy, who was leaning against the side of the ship, raised his eyelids and saw the person approaching - black hair, wearing a short red waistcoat, blue trousers that only reached below the knees, and slippers on his feet.
"It's you."
Sanji covered his face with his palm and wiped it hard.
Those unpleasant fragments just now are still spinning in my mind.
He turned away, his voice filled with annoyance.
"Don't waste your time.
I won't get on your ship."
"Why?"
Luffy tilted his head, "You are so good at fighting, it would be great to be a bounty hunter.
The cooking is delicious, and--"
His eyes lit up, "You can still look like that, it's super cool!"
"Shut up!"
Sanji suddenly stood up and waved his arms away from the air, as if to disperse those words.
Something stirred on his face, something else hidden beneath the anger - fear, or disgust.
"Cool?"
He twitched the corners of his lips, and his laughter was short and dry, "If it weren't for... I wouldn't want to touch that kind of power.
Not funny at all, let alone handsome."
Luffy looked at him blankly.
Sanji After shouting those few words, his shoulders slumped.
He rubbed his face vigorously with both hands and took a deep breath.
"Sorry,"
He lowered his head and bent in the direction of Luffy, "I shouldn't shout to you."
After saying that, he turned around and walked along the deck in the direction of Kitchen.
Rossi, who had been paying attention here, withdrew his gaze and tapped his fingertips on the railing.
"You're a little nervous, that little brother."
Only the monotonous echo of the collision of pots and spoons remains in Kitchen.
When the young man pushed the door open and came in, the old man in the top hat was leaning against the stove, with two braided beards hanging down on his chest.
"Now is the time,"
The old man didn't look up and said, "Go and do what you want to do."
"Who cares about you if I leave?"
The young man's voice was tight.
The old man snorted a laugh from his nose.
"Who has taken care of whom all these years?"
He raised his eyelids and said, "The problem of losing control at the sight of blood should be corrected.
You have to move forward."
When the young man turned around, there was a gust of wind from his clothes.
The old man looked at the shaking door curtain and took a long time to exhale.
The tent smelled of tobacco and leather.
Sanji The man stared at the open map and tapped his fingertips on the table unconsciously.
"The one named Luffy is very strong?"
he asked suddenly.
Several people standing nearby exchanged glances.
Finally, a strong man who was wiping sweat from his forehead took half a step forward.
"We... were defeated at his hands."
The man paused.
"A pirate defeats a pirate, but ends up in jail?"
He let go of the map, Paper had small wrinkles on its edges, "What's the point of this?"
The corridor of the sea restaurant is very narrow.
The young man stopped and heard slow footsteps behind him.
"Some things are not interesting to hear from other people."
The orange-haired boy crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, "I want to wait for you to say it yourself."
The young man did not look back.
He stared at the dark patches of grease on the floor, his nails digging into his palms.
The island moved through the clouds, and the rocks at the bottom made a low roar.
The sky outside the tent was leaden gray.
"Float-Float Fruit's ability has not deteriorated."
Someone whispered.
The old man with a broken leg sat high up, and the faint skylight reflected on the edge of the rudder.
He squinted at the distant horizon, where dark clouds were gathering.
Kitchen's saucepan began to bubble finely.
The old man opened the lid of the pot, and the steam blurred half of his face.
"Dream?"
He said to himself in the air, "How far can a person who is afraid of seeing blood go?"
The door curtain was opened again.
The boy came in with a washed basket, and there were still water drops hanging on the bright red skin of the tomatoes.
Neither of them spoke anymore.
Only the thud of the knife blade falling on the chopping board filled the entire space regularly.
The discussion in the tent had moved elsewhere.
Sanji The man leaned back in his chair and looked at his folded hands.
"How does Impel Down taste?"
he asked suddenly.
The strong man stopped wiping his sweat.
"The walls are always seeping,"
His voice was very low, "Even his breath smelled like rust."
The man nodded, as if he just heard an insignificant trivial matter.
He looked at the passing clouds outside the tent, and the corners of his mouth curled into a slight arc.
"Vinsmoke, I have heard of this surname a few times."
In the corridor, the orange-haired boy still maintained his posture against the wall.
The boy's hands didn't stop washing the tomatoes.
The water rushed over the fingertips, taking away the last bit of soil.
"So what?"
He finally spoke, his voice like a taut string.
The boy smiled.
"Not much,"
He straightened up and said, "I'll be here when you want to talk."
The island begins to fall.
The clouds were torn apart, revealing the dark blue sea below.
The tent fluttered slightly in the air current.
The old man lowered his gaze from a high place.
"Little devils of the new era,"
He murmured, "Each one is more troublesome than the other."
Sanji The man walked out of the tent, the hem of his windbreaker rustling in the strong wind.
He lit a cigarette, and the fire flickered in the darkness.
Kitchen's soup has turned milky white.
The old man sprinkled the last handful of salt and tasted it.
"Too bland."
The boy suddenly said.
The old man raised his eyebrows and looked at him.
"Then come."
He handed over the spoon.
When the boy took it, their fingers touched briefly.
The old man felt the slight trembling of the other person's fingertips, but said nothing.
"Straw Hat Luffy..."
In the tent, Sanji man blew out smoke rings.
"It's quite a feat to be able to remember you for so long."
The strong man lowered his head.
He thought of Impel Down Level 6 the never-ending chill, and the dust raised when a rubbery figure crashed through the wall.
"Not remember,"