The hardest thing in the world to cut is the karma

This is a living room with a different style from the whole building.

How should I put it...a special home with a breath of life.Fabric couch, glass low coffee table, light-colored furniture placed against the wall, group photos hanging on the entire wall, and cartoon flower pots with purple flowers on the window sill...

Both the decoration and the layout are too ordinary, like coming to the living room of a small family with a good family.

Luffy was sitting on the soft carpet at this time, lying on the coffee table exhaustedly, pressing his face against the cold glass.

"Ha - so comfortable -"

"That's really great." The brown-haired young man who changed his clothes came in with tea, and smiled shyly, "This is mindfulness tea, after drinking it, it can alleviate the sequelae of illusion."

"Oh! Thank you!"

Luffy took the tea handed to her and drank it down.

The warm tea exudes a faint fragrance, and after the bitterness passes, there is a sweet aftertaste in the throat, and a burst of coolness rushes straight to the top of the head to soothe the aching brain.

"It's saved———" Luffy raised his head and sighed.

"I'm sorry. Mukuro, he did something too much." The young man sat down opposite Luffy, apologetic.

"Well, it doesn't matter." Luffy propped his body back, straightened his legs and felt comfortable, "I'm a pirate. At the moment of seeing through, it's natural to be chased. That guy, although he is chattering He said a lot of inexplicable things, but it was actually to protect this place."

"Haha, it's completely seen through." The young man smiled, his brows and eyes were full of tenderness, "Muku's character is too awkward, so he is always misunderstood. In fact, he is a very gentle person."

"It sounds like it's on par with Sauron."

"Zoro-kun is Luffy-kun's companion, right?"

"Yeah. Ah? Did I tell you my name?"

"Lu Fei-kun, don't you already know who I am?"

"You are the boss, right?"

"Ahaha, that's a name. It's too shameful." The young man scratched his cheek embarrassingly.

"Then, the previous ones don't count. Let's introduce ourselves again." Luffy pressed the straw hat on his head with one hand, and smiled brightly, "My name is Monkey D Luffy, and I'm going to be the One Piece!"

"My name is Tsunayoshi Sawada. I used to be the tenth generation of the Pengo Lie family, and now I am one of the managers of Izumo." Tsunayoshi Sawada also smiled, like the sky that embraces all the beautiful smiles that permeate everything, " Nice to meet you."

Luffy readily grasped the right hand extended by Sawada Tsunayoshi, and vigorously shook it up and down.

"Nice to meet you."

After such a formal exchange of names, the atmosphere between the two became more unspeakably sincere than before.

While shaking hands, Luffy noticed something, and now she seemed to be confirming something, pulling at the clothes on her body.

"Huh? The scorched marks are gone!"

Sawada Tsunayoshi answered clearly with a surprised Luffy.

"In my eyes, there were no traces of burnt from the beginning. To make specific people see specific things, illusion is such a thing. The traces are gone, which means that the influence of illusion on you has been completely lifted. Great. gone."

"Hmm——Illusion is really an incredible thing."

Luffy, who has experienced it many times and still doesn't understand what illusion is, all in all gave a universal exclamation.

"Ugh—damn it! I've seen Nami-san without a face."

Sanji was half leaning against the gatepost by the roadside, weeping bitterly in annoyance.

Sauron gloated and added insult to injury.

"Do you have such a thing as a face?"

"You bastard! Do you want to fight?!"

"Don't move around!"

Mr. Chopper, who entered the doctor mode, sternly reprimanded the patient, and used the "Sunshine Flame" with the first principle of treating his companions. The mood of the little cutie Chopper was quite complicated.

"Oh—this design is so delicate!"

Prisoner, who put on glasses, carefully inspected Frank's exposed integrated circuits, and tapped the portable welding torch here and there for emergency repairs.

"This is the technology of Dr. Vegapunk, the number one scientist in the world. It's not a good thing you can see everywhere. Yes, it's here. Connect these two."

Frank guided the operation of the prison temple, reconnected the wires, and there was a chaotic sound of "squeak--" and "di-di", and the machine was restarted.A small hole was opened in the palm of the big blue hand, and a nimble little hand stretched out from it, making a fist repeatedly.

"It's enough to repair it to this extent. I'll do it myself. Thank you."

Robin half-kneeled beside Frank and asked, "Frank, what happened to you after we split up?"

"It's a long story." Frank held a welding torch and welding wire in his small hands, and while he was "stitching" on his abdomen when he opened the cover, he explained, "We first met a manager named Sasakawa, He's a super~ nice guy."

"Only you think so!" Sanji retorted dissatisfied, "We were out of rhythm by one shot."

"The other party was eager to help us find our lost companion, and it was our fault for failing to keep up with his sprint."

"Tsk! Say what you want."

"Haha, it's really the style of seniors." Yamamoto smiled wryly.

"After that, we went to the site of a manager named Rambo, and met him on the edge of an exaggeratedly large dance floor."

"That bastard! He actually shot Nami-san!!! Damn it!!!"

"I told you not to move around! Just lie down and lie down!"

Robin and the others looked at Sanji sympathetically, but said nothing kindly.

Frank went on to tell their story.

"Nami and Rambo had a conversation on the dance floor, and there seemed to be a conflict in the end. Nami took advantage of the weather to escape, and the few of us left the area hiding our whereabouts."

"Ah—it was the thunder at that time." Brook suddenly realized.

Luo, who searched all over his memory but couldn't find Thunder, turned his head and asked, "When is it?"

"It was when we were chatting in the kendo gym. Because there was a mountain in the middle, the voice was very muffled."

"You have really good ears."

"Anyway, I'm also a musician~ Although I don't have ears. Yohohoho~"

"Then we met Threilin." Sanji smoked an unlit cigarette, and he had calmed down with a serious expression, "No, it should be said that the other party came to us."

"Slailin...it really is him." Prison Temple raised his chin and frowned, "Now he is the only one who can use the characters of the previous generation."

While checking whether Sanji's broken ribs had healed, Chopper said, "Well, when we entered the windless sea, he suddenly appeared on the boat and gave us cloth strips for camouflage."

"It is also very 'kindly' to hang up the strong wind and blow us here." Zoro added.

"What is the purpose of that guy to help us?" Chopper asked who he didn't know.

"Although, he may be lying. That guy still explained his purpose to us." Frank closed his stomach with a "squeak" and began to disassemble the left leg that was twisted in a strange direction. "He talked a lot about the past , meaning it seems to want at least one of us to become a god."

"Huh?!" "What?!" "It makes no sense!"

Except for Sanji, who had known for a long time, everyone else was fried, and even Shuangluo, who was as calm as a black belly, was shaken.

"Why, why?"

Frank picked up his left leg, replaced the broken part, and squinted at Robin.

"Who knows... It would be foolish to believe it all. But there is also a truth in it, I think so."

"Threelin, maybe he wants to reproduce the situation thousands of years ago." Yamamoto's eyes became serious, "If that's the case, things will be troublesome."

"Damn it, hasn't that guy given up yet?" Prison Temple groaned ferociously, and asked Robin and the others in a nasty tone, "You guys won't bring people from Nebulaisland, will you?"

Robin asked back: "Two little boys and girls aged eleven or twelve, what's the problem?"

"It's a big problem!" Prison Temple looked like he wanted to growl madly, "It can't happen that one of them is named Bit?"

"As I remember, Miss Harley's full name is Harley Beet..."

"Ah———————— Isn't this the worst case?!"

Hearing Brook's answer, Prison Temple broke down and pulled his hair as if hearing the bad news of the end of the world, his handsome facial features were twisted into a ball, and he groaned in pain.

Chopper, who had never seen such a drastic change before, immediately panicked.

"What's the matter? What's the matter? Is it hard? Did you hurt somewhere?"

"It's not the time to waste time here!" Swinging Chopper away, Gokuji roared, "It doesn't matter if every minute is a second, you must hurry to Judaime's side! Otherwise, it will be too late!"

Facing the people who looked out of the situation, Yamamoto kindly explained: "I said before that it is very difficult for a person to become a god. It's not that you can become a god with strength or fame, but you have to It is even more difficult to cross that line with the "Duo 矼——". Therefore, it is impossible for you to become a god, at least for now. However, there is a kind of person who can do it easily, even without the person himself. Under conscious circumstances, I accidentally became a god."

"What kind of person is it?"

"Successors of divine blood, that is, people with divine blood in their veins for some reason."