One Piece: Turning Fruit

Chapter 121
It was another sunny morning, and the eternal sun was still hanging high in the sky.

To all the living beings on the earth, he is giving his own kindness.

In front of the hut where Allen was, a man with a bandage wrapped around his body was chopping wood at the door. When the ax went down, the round and complete wood broke in two.

Needless to say, this man is naturally Allen.

Looking at the round wood in front of him, Allen thought of someone who also had a round figure.

The ax fell even harder.

The campfire in front of the door was not completely extinguished, but there was no sign of Grandma Patch within the range of the hut.

She went to the village to eat.

After all, although Alan's mind has recovered a little now, and he can help catch some animals in the woods, it cannot be said that stupid beasts come to the door every day.

Alan is not a hunter with superb hunting skills, and he can guarantee that he will hunt for food every day.

There are still a lot of them when they come back empty-handed.

This requires Grandma Paqi to go to the village to find some kind-hearted people to ask for some food to make up for Alan's lack of harvest.

Moreover, due to the habitual psychological effects of the older generation, Grandma Paqi has always been worried about food shortages.

Even if Alan can hunt enough prey for two people to eat for several days, Grandma Paqi should still be worried.

No way
Now, more than ten days have passed since Allen cried and vented his emotions that night.

During these more than ten days, Allen did not continue to indulge in the memories of the past.

But this is not to say that the wound in Alan's heart has healed.

He is just hiding these useless emotions now.

After all, it was just like Grandma Paqi said.

The most important thing for Allen now is to heal his wounds, and then come to talk about other things.

Enmity must be avenged.

Don't talk about when it's time to repay the injustice, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately.

Allen is now preoccupied with revenge.

It's not okay to rush over directly.

That is no different from dying.

Grandma Patch's efforts were not in vain.

After Allen just woke up from a coma, what he thought in his mind was to find out about the Black Rhinoceros Pirates, then find the damned captain, and finally rush up.

Alan didn't care whether he was dead or alive afterwards.

In other words, even if he didn't kill the captain, but died in his hands, it was in line with Allen's wishes.

At that time, he was full of death.

The reason why he wanted to find that captain was just to make his heart feel better.

After all, Allen knew that he was not the captain's opponent at all.

What's the point of living if you can't take revenge.

But it's different now, Allen figured it out.

If you feel unwilling, don't be patient anymore.

Anyway, he was ready to die, so why not go to Alva and Joya after killing the captain.

After all, revenge is not only a head-on road.

Although it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, and it is very satisfying to rely on his own strength to kill the enemy with his hands, Allen can't wait for that time.

There is no meanness to be said about revenge.
What Allen is waiting for now is when he recovers from his injury, and about his revenge plan, Allen has already thought about it in the past ten days or so.

As for how
Take it easy.
Everything is planned for the day when the wound heals, and that day is not too far away
Now Allen felt that his wound was almost healed.

It's okay to say that the knife wound that ran through the entire left chest was mainly due to the punch of the captain at that time.

It hit Allen's chest directly like a cannonball.

The bones were about to shatter into shards of glass.

It can be regarded as Alan's fate, or the doctors on this island are so skilled that they dragged Alan back from the gate of hell.

What a blessing
So now Allen is mainly recuperating his bone injury.

After all, it hurts the muscles and bones for a hundred days.
After the injury is healed, Allen will start his own plan.

"Wait for me, Captain!!" Fiercely splitting the last piece of wood in half, Allen panted heavily, gnashing his teeth in his heart.

Time passed slowly.
Ten days later in the blink of an eye, Allen felt that his injuries were almost healed.

He untied the bandage wrapped around his body, and looked at the long and narrow scar on his chest that had almost healed.

Alan knew in his heart that it was today
Taking a deep breath, Allen walked out of the room and came to the door, where Grandma Patch was preparing lunch.

"...I'm ready." Alan said in a deep voice, looking at the short old man in front of him.

Grandma Paqi froze.

But then he came back to his senses, "...ready...then you just...start and tell me...".

Keeping her eyes on the pot above the campfire, Grandma Paqi kept stirring without raising her head.

"." Allen silently looked at Grandma Paqi in front of him.

After a while, he knelt down directly.

He yelled loudly with his head touching the ground, "I've been taking care of you all this time. If...if I'm lucky enough not to die today, I will definitely repay your kindness!!" .

After speaking, he got up and walked into the room, closing the door.

Outside, Grandma Patch was still looking at the food cooking in the pot in front of her, but the movements in her hands stopped when Allen kowtowed to the ground.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Grandma Paqi didn't know who she was talking to, and murmured, "... don't let me, an old man, eat two people's food, brat."

But at this time, the house has completely lived up to the peace of mind when it was handed over to Grandma Paqi.

Flames burned in the dark room, and the orange-red coals in the flames radiated their own brilliance.

A small, crude table stands out prominently in the very center of the house.

Various tools are placed on it.

Glittering in the light of the flames showed their sharpness.

The whole room looks gloomy and terrifying, not like a room for people to live in, but like a torture chamber.

In front of that small table, Allen had already stripped off his upper body and stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling mirror.

Mermaid line, eight-pack abs are still there.
The floor-to-ceiling windows were exchanged by Allen for the furs of the hunted beasts from passing merchant ships.

This is done for convenience.

"Suck~call~", Allen stood in front of the mirror, looked at the reflection inside, took a deep breath and then let it out long.

"Okay. Let's start." With his fingers gently stroking the scar on his chest, Allen closed his eyes.

(End of this chapter)