Pirates, swordsmen who gradually grow up to liberate the world

"Navy? That kind of thing doesn't matter, doctor."

Now that there is no bounty on Alsace, the murder of a sailor in the Peart Kingdom must not have been discovered.

He didn't have to hide from the navy at all.

But he really wants to survive as a pirate, and it will be a matter of time before he is rewarded.

"You can come back in the evening. This little guy's injury is a bit serious and he needs some time."

"After you heal it, release it."

After saying that, Alsace left the hospital and planned to continue training.

The training in the early hours of this morning has left his tired body yet to fully recover, so he will not do high-intensity training today.

Back on the street, Alsace looked towards the direction of the thunderous gunfire:

"The navy is coming..."

Thinking of this, Alsace remembered what happened to Peart, and after lunch, he silently returned to the pier beach with the knife.

There are no gang conflicts here, so he can calm down and practice wielding a knife.

Practicing his sword swing on the beach in the setting sun, the bandage wrapped around his palm was soon soaked with Alsace's sweat and blood.

The sky also gradually darkened.

",..."

You must first become stronger, strong enough to dodge bullets or cut away bullets.

Blood dripped from Alsace's palm onto the beach. Now every time he trains, his mind is filled with images of mountains of corpses and seas of blood on the beaches of the Kingdom of Peart.

The blade kept waving in the air, and the knife, which had been swung nearly a hundred thousand times with full force in the past few days, began to show cracks.

"…Um?"

Alsace, who was about to give out his arms, suddenly felt that his swing was empty.

Immediately, the blade burst into pieces, and the tip of the blade was thrust into the beach and separated into two parts from the handle.

Seeing that the knife was broken, he knelt down on the beach with his arms filled with blood: "It's broken... Sure enough, what he worried about happened."

After all, it is not a famous sword, and its durability and lifespan are far inferior to that of a famous sword.

Ordinary people don't need to wield real swords to learn swordsmanship, and Alsace can understand it.

"That's it for today, drink!"

After the training, Alsace roared and absorbed half of the training results. He felt that the strength of his arms had increased, making him feel that everything he had done was worthwhile.

There is no cheat to reach the sky in one step, you can only become stronger step by step.

Picking up the broken knife and inserting it into the scabbard, Alsace returned to the town and found a blacksmith shop.

In front of the blacksmith's furnace in the blacksmith shop, the boss put Alsace's knife in sections on the table for inspection and asked:

"Young man, this knife is of good quality. How was it broken?"

"Just broke it a few minutes ago."

As soon as he said this, the expression on the blacksmith shop owner's face changed slightly, and he looked at Alsace's blood-red palms in surprise.

"You...you broke it?!"

"Well, can it be repaired? How much will it cost?"

Impossible, such a good knife was broken by this skinny kid. How many times did he swing it?

It obviously looks new.

The blacksmith swallowed and felt a little weird, and asked curiously:

"Are you a swordsman, young man? It would be too self-inflicted to practice swordsmanship. You must cherish your own hands."

Swordsman? Alsace lowered his eyebrows and smiled ashamedly:

"Just a beginner practicing swordsmanship."

blacksmith:"……"

"Um..." He took out the money bag from his backpack and threw it on the table: "I only have 2500 beli. Can you help me fix it? Can you give me a knife as a backup? Boss, please."

"No problem!" The blacksmith suddenly smiled, put his thick palm on Alsace's shoulder, and said with a big smile:

"It's an honor for our blacksmiths to meet a young man like you who studies swordsmanship diligently."

With that said, the blacksmith selected a defective blade in the shop and handed it to Alsace.

"Come and get the knife at noon tomorrow, boy, come on."

"Thanks!"

Alsace took the knife and left the blacksmith shop, feeling in his heart that there were still many warm-hearted people in the world.

The behavior of the blacksmith boss is at least countless times better than that of the Celestial Dragons.

"A defective product is a defective product. It should only last for one day without breaking."

The gunfire disappeared...

At night, Alsace dragged his tired body back to the tavern and stood outside the door listening to the joyful sounds inside.

"Long live, Boss Becky, this box taken from Kony contains the treasures of the sea."

"The rumor is that it's something called a Devil Fruit."

"If you eat it, you will gain extraordinary abilities. Boss Becky, eat it in front of us to celebrate our victory!"

Devil Fruit?

Could it be the superhuman-fortified city fruit?

Alsace opened the door and walked in, only to find that the number of people seeking refuge with Becky was several times more than before.

The whole tavern was occupied.

"what?!"

"Who are you to break into this place?"

Some members who did not know Alsace immediately drew their guns and became vigilant after seeing him.

"Put down the gun. He is the person who deserves the most credit for this operation."

"What! A brat?!"

"Congratulations, Becky, I'm a little tired and went upstairs to sleep first."

After a brief congratulation, Alsace squeezed into the crowd and headed to the second floor of the tavern.

Too many noisy people would make him feel uncomfortable, and he was tired and didn't want to participate in the carnival.

"Well, thank you for your hard work, Alsace."

After Becky told everyone, she took a bite of the fruit that looked like a castle.

This weird fruit is so unpalatable. Will you lose your ability to swim if you eat it?

Everyone is looking forward to Becky showing her extraordinary abilities.

And Becky, who has eaten the Devil Fruit, is quickly absorbing the knowledge brought by the fruit.

"Haha, it's a nice fruit. It suits me very well."

"How's it going, Boss Becky?"

"What abilities do you have?"

I saw Becky's body beginning to change like a castle.

The eyes are like windows, and the clothes and flesh on the chest automatically open several doors.

"Became a strange...monster..."

"Don't be nervous, this is the ability brought by the fruit." Becky grinned, "As long as you touch this door, you can enter my body."

Some people didn't believe it and followed Becky's words and touched the door on his chest. Their bodies instantly shrank and were sucked into his body.

"Getting smaller? Really or not..."

"I want to try too, Boss Becky!"

Alsace returned to his room and soon found that the noise in the tavern slowly disappeared.

He knew that it was Becky who used his abilities to put his subordinates into his body.

"Haha, I didn't expect to be able to personally see the growth of one of the supernovae in the future..."

After eating the remaining four boxes of cold barbecue and fried rice, he locked the door and climbed into bed and passed out.

Early the next morning, around 7 o'clock.

The first sunlight filtered through the curtains, and Alsace, who was sleeping on the bed, woke up and gently squeezed the soft quilt.

Um? what happened?

Is the quilt getting fuzzy to the touch? This made him suddenly open his eyes and look in front of him.

There was a sea otter lying next to the bed, all bandaged.

When Sea Otter saw Arthas waking up, he waved his little hand to greet him.

"Shouldn't you be rescued and released by the doctor? Why did you come to my bed?"