Pirate's Freedom

The country of Wano, the capital of flowers.

The day the game starts.

People from all over the country gathered here again, and it was more than ten times more lively than before.

There are several witnesses waiting on every street here, and any shop can be used as a venue for a chef showdown.

Every duel can attract a large number of people to watch enthusiastically.

……

"Hey! Come and see everyone!"

"It's already started here!"

"The leading celebrity chef in both towns!"

"The showdown between Nozomi and Suzugo!"

In the bustling crowd, Cooking followed the flow of people.

"This badge—"

The peculiar lines formed the character [food], and a small disc that looked like it was polished from stone was placed quietly on the palm of the hand.

"Is this the sign of a contestant?"

He looked at the stone badge in his hand.

"This hard texture..."

A fat man wearing a green and white striped shirt and a turban of the same style followed him, holding a big bone in his hand.

“Bah, bah, bah…Mr. Cooking…”

He wolfed it down anxiously.

"I...guh...can it really be done?"

"Lachi Lu, you beat all the chefs in your hometown to get here."

For this guy he met on a warship, who didn't have the confidence to match his talent, Feng Peng was surprisingly patient.

"You should remember clearly how unwilling you are to lose to your chef, and don't let them down."

"Okay then... oh, oh, oh, oh..."

"We've all come this far——"

Wiping his oil-stained right hand on his shirt, Lucky Lu carefully pinned his stone badge to his chest.

"Let's give it a try."

……

A faint voice sounded.

"The duel is over, the winner..."

There was a roar from the gathered crowd.

"Eh?! What's going on?!"

"Can such a duel be established?!"

"It's so unfair!!"

"According to the rules——"

The kimono was embroidered with the word "Sai" in large letters. Under the questioning eyes of the onlookers, the sweaty witness answered in a difficult tone.

"...it can be established..."

There was silence for a moment, and then there was an even louder noise.

"How can this be?!"

"There must be something wrong!!"

"You talk so much and there is nothing left--"

The high-pitched voice suppressed all dissatisfied comments.

"Isn't my food more delicious?"

"Of course it's delicious, but -"

"What's going on with those unilaterally favorable conditions?!"

"Also, the price paid by both sides is too disparate!"

"Hmm hahaha~~!!"

A sarcastic sneer sounded.

"I'm different from you idiots! I'm a cerebral person! Use your brain and think about it~!"

Amid this one-sided public opinion, the guy in the center of the crowd folded his arms and spoke.

"There are only three days. For those who follow the rules, no matter how strong they are, if they only get one point each time, a few dozen points is the limit!"

He made no secret of his intention to exploit loopholes.

"As long as I pick a few more weak guys like this, I can easily get [-] points. Then as long as I hide safely, it will be easy to enter the finals!"

The crowd of onlookers made an increasingly noisy noise.

"Thank you so much~"

He turned to look at his opponent who was kneeling on the ground in despair.

"Be obedient and give me all your points~"

The weak rebuke was no different from beautiful music. Taking a deep breath, he said intoxicatedly.

"Sa~ Come on~ Become my strength~!!"

"Damn it!! This guy——"

After taking a big bite of the big bone and meat, Lucky Lu said angrily.

"What does he think of a chef!!"

Cooking on the side was no longer interested in reading any more.

"He's very capable but wants to take shortcuts."

"There are such guys."

"Mr. Cooking."

Looking at his back, Laqi Lu asked with some doubts.

"Aren't we going to teach him a lesson?"

"Let's go!"

Fanfen replied as he turned to leave.

"The guy who stands still."

"There is no need to challenge."

……

Ignoring the idiots around him, the man who thought he was using the rules reasonably was also preparing to leave.

"Wait a moment."

A deep voice stopped him.

"Now, I want to have a duel with you."

"It's true~!"

He turned around with a mocking expression.

"He is so passionate that he wants to fight against those who are aggrieved."

"It doesn't matter about intrigues or anything like that."

"but--"

The thin figure covered his eyes with a big chef's hat and said.

"The chef who refuses the challenge is no longer qualified to stand here."

"Interesting! If you say such shameless words, let me see how much you weigh!"

Veins stood out on his forehead, and his voice was cold.

"A guy with no strength, no matter how beautifully he talks, in the end it will just be the barking of a defeated dog!!"

"Before the duel begins, let's first—"

"No need to worry about it anymore."

He was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"Let's talk first, I only have one goal, and that is [the strongest in the world]."

He pinched the edge of the chef's hat with his fingers, revealing a pair of eyes full of indifference.

"So, whether you give one point or two points, I will bet all my points."

"..."

what happened?

It should be just what I want, but this look, this indescribable sense of humiliation...

"You bastard...!!"

……

With the theme of fish dishes, a new showdown has begun.

Two boys, one large and one small, stood in the crowd and watched.

The defeated guy was still kneeling on the ground motionless, looking indifferent to everything happening around him.

"If the points are cleared—"

The older boy spoke.

"His game is over."

"..."

"what happened?"

He looked at his companion who had his head lowered.

"Do you pity him?"

"Intellectual?"

A crisp voice sounded.

"Incomprehensible."

The smaller boy looked up, his eyes wide open, his expression was one of disbelief.

"If the goal is [the strongest in the world], if you lose once, everything will be over. Isn't that what everyone thinks?"

"That's right."

The older boy nodded in agreement.

"It's really incomprehensible to plan something based on the assumption that you will lose."

……

The little fat man bit the big bone and meat bit by bit and followed behind.

"Hey! Lachie Lu!"

Fanfen turned back to look at him.

"Still thinking about what happened just now?"

"Mr. Cooking."

Lachie Lu asked.

"Although that guy is not a chef at all, if this continues, he should be able to enter the finals."

"How on earth did you come to this conclusion?"

Fanfen frowned and sounded a little confused.

"Although I don't know who else will be in the final ten besides me, but——"

"Bet all the points in every game. Guys with this kind of consciousness fighting each other are the only way to reach the finals."

"Ah?! Is that so?!"

Lachie Lu didn't expect it at all.

"Isn't that obvious?"

……

The new showdown did not go to the end.

"Feel sorry."

"There's no need to continue."

"How many points? One hundred points?"

“What you see is not the limit of the chef.”

"——It's your own limit."

"You bastard!!"

That look of condescending pity...

"You bastard!!!"

"Go away!!"

He pushed away the crowd of onlookers and stumbled out.

"Hey!"

A hand was placed on the head of the guy kneeling on the ground. He looked up and saw a pair of clear eyes.

"Although there is only a little light, I can see clearly that what you are really good at is vegetable cooking."

"I admire the way you handle vegetables."

"Want to come and fight with me?"

"But……"

"I don't have any points anymore. If I lose..."

"Nothing but."

"I say you guy, don't think about this kind of thing before the game starts."

"The title is vegetable cuisine."

"Bet all my points to have a duel with him."

he asked, looking at the witness.

"Is there no problem with this duel?"

The witness was stunned for a moment and replied quickly.

"If both parties agree, there will be no problem."

"So--"

"Can you defeat me where you are most proud?"

He turned around and smiled innocently.

"Want to give it a try?"

……

A tall figure wearing a white suit vest and dark blue shirt sat on a seat on the street.

"Is that the monster vice-admiral of the Navy?"

Not far away, Ben Beckman and Marco were drinking sake.

"To be more precise, he is [general candidate]."

Marco knew better.

"As a person with abilities, I can hold the Sea Tower Stone directly in my hand like this, and still look like I can move freely..."

Ben Beckman's eyes swept over him, his voice a little serious.

"You can't underestimate it no matter what..."

"Long wait, Kuzan."

Porusalino walked over with two boxes of hot takoyaki.

"Hey~! Are you participating too?"

Porusalino was a little surprised when he saw the badge in Kuzan's hand.

"I saw them posting this."

Kuzan scratched his head and said.

"You can get one of the badges made of Hailou Stone as long as you sign up for the competition."

"If you don't take it, won't you take it for nothing?"

Porusalino marveled and handed a box of takoyaki to Kuzan.

"Every contestant has a share, it is truly worthy of being the country of Wano."

"I wonder what Tata Tot is thinking."

Kuzan, who took the takoyaki, was a little confused about this.

"How about asking every sailor to sign up to compete?"

Porusalino suggested.

"In this case, losing won't count as a wasted trip."

"That would be going too far."

Kuzan waved the badge in front of Porusalino's eyes.

"Would you like to take a look?"

Holding his hands in front of him, Porusalino thanked him respectfully.

"Forget it, my legs will definitely be shaking."

"By the way, can you cook?"

"Ah la la la... don't underestimate me."

Kuzan raised his right hand, and a piece of ice solidified into shape.

"Would you like shaved ice?"

Boom...!

There was a faint shaking sound in the distance.

"what!"

Porusalino tilted his head.

"It's fighting."

"...as expected."

Chewing takoyaki in his mouth, Kuzan also looked over.

"If there are no restrictions at all, this will definitely happen."

"The fight between pirates is such a pity——"

"The Warring States General does not allow us to take action in [Wano Country]."

"Of course, if you have an excuse, that's another matter."

……

Under the witness of witnesses, a duel is about to begin.

"You've been following me all this way."

"Aren't you giving up yet?"

"You are also a swordsman, right?"

"If you beat me, all my points will be yours."

"What a headache!"

The person in front reluctantly agreed to him.

"Come on, come on! I'm scared of you."

The witness looked left and right, hoping that there would be some differences between the two parties, but in the end he had no choice but to speak.

"...Both parties have no objections...the duel can be established..."

"This is also possible?!"

The onlookers roared in unison.

"Isn't that of course?"

He said it as a matter of course.

"Knife skills are very important to chefs."

……

the other side.

"Wow!!!"

"what!!!"

"Get out of here!!"

The crowd screamed and scattered.

A strong man with a height of four meters was revealed in the center. He was angrily grabbing the collar of another contestant.

"Asshole, didn't I tell you to admit defeat?!"

"Cough cough cough~"

"How could it be possible to admit defeat..."

"hateful!"

"Anyway, I've already lost everything!"

Smashing him to the ground, the strong man said ferociously.

"Get ready..."

"Don't expect to die happily!"

A figure rushed over and jumped into the air.

"You're going to treat my chef—"

A kick hit the raised arm, and a loud shout arose amidst the roar of air waves.

"Do something!!!"