One Piece: From Picking Up Red Hair's Broken Arm

Chapter 10 A new fat sheep has appeared
Ding——bang!

A coin is picked up by the thumb, thrown into the air, and then caught steadily as it falls rapidly, and this process is repeated over and over again.

Xia Nuo walked leisurely in the streets in the twilight, and the rhythm of the coins in his hand rising and falling gradually became consistent with his steps.

"Ok?"

He suddenly raised his head.

Not far away, a huge light pink banner was hung above the city gate with the words "Asazakurajima 25th Dojo Competition" written on it.

There is a notice board on the left side, surrounded by a bustling crowd of people.

"I borrowed it, thank you."

With his strong and powerful body, Xia Nuo easily pushed through the crowd and came to the public notice board.

"What the hell-"

After being pushed aside, a few young men who looked like gangsters were furious and turned around to pick a fight, but after seeing the muscular and strong back, they finally stood back in silence.

"Kendo Tournament? Anyone who is a disciple of the Kendo Gym can participate. The registration fee is 1 berries. The deadline is tomorrow."

"Advancing to the semi-finals will earn you 100 million Baileys, and the champion will receive 500 million Baileys?"

The treatment is not bad, Xia Nuo is really tempted.

It's a pity that his swordsmanship is so terrible, it's better not to embarrass himself by showing it off.

More importantly, he has to find a boat to go to the Kingdom of Goa early tomorrow morning. Who knows how long this event will last? What if it takes a week or even half a month? He doesn't have the time.

Xia Nuo shook his head and was about to cross the suspension bridge and go into the city to find a hotel to rest.

Suddenly, I saw the thin young man in the tattered kendo uniform again next to the city wall. He was staring at the banner in a daze, a bamboo sword tightly grasped in his hand, but his eyes were dull.

Now the property can be returned to its original owner.

"Here, your money, keep it."

A cold, hard object was suddenly stuffed into his hand. The skinny boy was slightly startled and looked up at the burly man whose age was a little unclear.

"What are you..."

The thin boy spread out his palm, seemingly still in shock. Only when he saw the familiar coins clearly did he realize what was happening and muttered, "Another liar..."

"You don't seem surprised at all?" Xia Nuo raised an eyebrow, "Then it will be my turn to be surprised."

"Ah, I can probably guess what's going on."

The thin young man still looked down at his palm. "After all, this is my mother's hometown. I lived here for a few years when I was a child. I have heard a little about the morals of those professional beggars."

"Then you still give me money?"

"...There are actually poor people out there, so maybe I can help them."

"Your spirit is commendable, but there's something wrong with that old fellow. It seems your ability to discern needs improvement."

"...Yes, I've had little exposure to the outside world since I was little, and my experience is a mess. My teacher also said that to me."

"teacher?"

Xia Nuo's eyes moved to the other party's bamboo sword. The handle of the sword was wrapped with a tattered cloth, which showed that it had been used for a long time. "Kendo teacher?"

"Yeah, maybe you haven't heard of his name."

When this was mentioned, the thin boy finally raised his head, his tone full of respect:

"But, Mr. Koshiro is absolutely an incredible swordsman! To have the honor of becoming his disciple is the proudest thing in my life!"

Koushiro?
Xia Nuo was stunned. He just came here to return a few coins, and there was an unexpected gain?
Is this what it means to be rewarded for doing good?

He immediately became interested, "So, you came here from Yixin Dojo?"

"Hey! How did you know?" The other person's eyes widened. "You've also been to Shimotsuki Village?"

"not yet."

Isn't it all dependent on you taking me there?

Frost Moon Village was established only a few years ago and has a bit of a secluded paradise feel to it. It is much more remote than Kokoa West Village.

There are only a few merchant ships passing through all year round, and it is difficult to go there without your own ship.

Since the skinny young man in front of him was Koshiro's disciple, if he could come here, he must have a way to return. All he had to do was follow him. This one-month sea voyage was just to get away with it.

It would be fine if there was really no chance, but since fate is right in front of us, how could we possibly let go of this little fat sheep, Liu Suolong?

"I've heard of Mr. Koshiro before, so I know him," Xia Nuo said. "So, you're participating in this Kendo Tournament on behalf of Isshin Dojo?"

"No, no, no, I don't have the ability to represent Mr. Koshiro."

The thin young man waved his hands hurriedly and fearfully, as if he was afraid of tarnishing the reputation of Isshin Dojo. "Besides, Asakura Island's Kendo Tournament doesn't accept applications from outsiders. Only officially registered dojos on the island are eligible."

"As for my other identity..."

He suddenly woke up and bowed sharply, "Ah! I haven't told you my name yet, how rude! My name is Sakuraba Jun'ichi, and I'm the current headmaster of the Sakuraba Dojo on the island."

Gym leader?

Only then did Xia Nuo notice that the young man named Junyi had a faded family crest embroidered on the cuffs of his kendo uniform and on the left chest.

Although it was washed white and blurry, you could still vaguely see that it was a blooming cherry blossom.

"Xianuo." He extended his hand and shook it gently as a greeting. "Can we talk somewhere else?"

……

In the southwest of the city, in a common people's tavern.

"Two glasses of Binx's wine, thank you."

"Four thousand Baileys."

Pah! Xia Nuo took out two large bills from his pocket, slapped them on the bar, took the wine and went to the corner.

He still hadn't spent the 50,000 berries that Bellmère had given him. Originally, most of it would have been spent on food and lodging on the Gat, but because of the incident with the King of the Near Sea, he hadn't spent a cent.

So I still have enough money.

"No, that's not right. I'm only fifteen." Sakuraba Jun'ichi was a little reserved. He had never been to a bar before. "Isn't it a bit inappropriate to be underage..."

"It's okay, the alcohol content is not high." Xia Nuo said casually, his attention focused on the highball glass in his hand. This was the first time he had seen this famous wine.

Binx's wine is more than just a song, the wine itself is also very famous in the East China Sea.

Rum, white wine and orange juice are mixed in a fixed proportion to create a refreshing taste. The taste is quite popular and therefore it is widely accepted.

As for the alcohol content, it's only about 10 degrees, so it's hard to get drunk.

is it?

Jun'ichi Sakuraba clumsily held up the goblet with both hands, watching the liquid in the glass sway up and down. Suddenly, his mouth felt dry, and he finally couldn't help but tilt his head back and took a big sip.

At this moment, Xia Nuo's slow voice sounded:
"By the way, I'm thirteen, a little younger than you."

puff--

All the wine sprayed out before he could even taste it. Junyi didn't care about feeling sorry for it, but just looked up at Xia Nuo who was sitting across the round table, his eyes wide open.

Is this thirteen years old?
"Why are you so surprised?"

Xia Nuo was sipping his wine. As a mouthful of the icy sweet wine went down his throat, he squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

What a sin! It was all because of the sailors who got drunk that night and led him astray. Otherwise, he would still be a good boy who never drinks.

"Let's talk about your business."

He put down his glass and looked at Junyi, who was still in a state of shock, "Let me guess... that gym in your family must have fallen into decline?"

It's not even a guess.

This tattered kendo uniform can't be a rich young man doing cosplay.

"Yes, I'm ashamed to say that."

Junyi lowered his head and stammered, "My father was once the strongest swordsman on Asazakura Island. The Sakuraba Dojo he founded was also once the most prestigious dojo on the island."

"But... ever since my father passed away five years ago, the dojo has been suppressed by the other dojos on the island. My fellow disciples left one after another, and eventually even the land of the dojo was taken away by creditors. If it weren't for Sensei Koshiro taking me in, I might have starved to death at sea."

There will be another update in the evening

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