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

Chapter 2: The oppression of the Arlong Pirates

as predicted.

When Nojiko and Nami woke up, they couldn't find their beloved things. They were anxious and aggrieved, and both burst into tears.

Xia Nuo was filled with righteous indignation and echoed Bellmère in scolding the unscrupulous thief. What a scum he was! He even stole children's things. He was worse than an animal!
Then she went out to the market and bought a bunch of new hairpins and a few new headbands. After coaxing and tricking the two little ones for a long time, she finally made them stop crying and laugh.

After all this trouble, plus some subsequent control experiments.

Shanuo finally figured out the judgment logic of the sacrifice system.

1. The offering must be something closely connected to the comic character, and its value is positively correlated with the closeness of the connection;
For example, Nami's treasured Tachibana hairpin is far more valuable than the smelly socks she took off.

2. The value is also positively correlated with the strength of the source of the sacrifice and the weight of the character in the comics;

It is natural that it is related to strength, but things that are emotionally bound to the strong are harder to obtain and naturally have a higher value;
As for the character weight, it is also easy to understand. For example, the sacrifice obtained from Nami is one level higher in value.

After all, in the comics, Nami is the number one heroine, while Nojiko is just a marginal supporting character, and Bell-mère only lives in memories.

To confirm this, Xia Nuo took advantage of Uncle Jian's nap and sent his general, the little thief cat Nami, to steal the small windmill above his head, and happily earned a mere 10 points.

Fortunately, no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat, and there is nothing we can do about its low value. After all, most comic readers don’t even remember who this person is.

3. Sacrifices from the same source must wait one year before they can be offered again.

in other words.

There is a cooldown for plucking the sheep, and the cooldown is very long, so you can't catch a fat sheep and plucking it hard.

Looking at his remaining 25 points, Xia Nuo sighed sadly. This rule was the reason why he was so poor now.

If there were no such restriction...

Xia Nuo didn't dare to imagine how strong he would be if he was given a few years to develop quietly and when he grew up and went to sea.

I don’t know if the three admirals of the navy can take my punch together.

"Why are you dazed?"

Bellmère waved his hand in front of him, breaking Shano's fantasy. "You've already changed your clothes, why don't you go eat? You've been working all afternoon, aren't you hungry?"

Indeed, eating is more important.

……

In the warm light of the kitchen, there was a rich aroma of meat.

The two little greedy cats had already eaten a lot, but their mouths and stomachs were too small, so the table full of dishes still looked rich, as if they had not been touched.

When she came in, Nojigo immediately acted like a lady and sipped her corn soup, while Nami was still concentrating on struggling with the crispy crust on the caramel pudding.

But when Xia Nuo sat down, clapped his hands and said, "I'm starting," the scene suddenly changed.

The honey glazed ribs disappeared at a rate of three seconds per piece, the steamed fish was reduced to bones in the blink of an eye, and staple foods such as mashed potato rice and garlic bread could not last more than a few seconds, as if they were swallowed into an endless black hole.

The number of empty plates increased rapidly and soon formed a small hill.

If there were an outsider here, they would definitely be stunned.

But the family has long been accustomed to it.

About a year or two ago, Xia Nuo started to grow rapidly and his appetite also increased day by day.

——Boys have entered puberty and do physical work every day, so it’s normal for them to eat a little more than little girls!
Bellmère supported his face with his elbows and watched Shano eat with a smile.

I don’t know if I saved the East China Sea in my previous life, so God gave me these lovely little angels, especially Xia Nuo, who is steady, sensible, diligent and reliable.

If she is really an angel, she must be the most popular one in heaven, right?
Talk about it.

Although she had served as a marine for several years and her physical fitness was better than that of ordinary people, it was still a difficult task for her to support such a large family on her own.

For a long time, the three children's childhood was actually quite poor and difficult.

There was even a time when Nami could only wear her sister's old clothes, and Bellmère often felt guilty and blamed herself for this. It was not until Shano grew up to become the largest labor force in the family that life gradually became better.

Especially during the harvest seasons of the past two years, Xia Nuo was able to harvest the entire orange orchard within a week. In the past, it would have taken her a whole month.

Completing the harvesting and sorting work earlier means that all the goods can be sold when the first purchasing cargo ship arrives, and the price will be slightly higher than later.

So in the past few years, with the virtuous cycle, the family income has been rising steadily.

Bellemere counted on her fingers and calculated that once this year's batch of oranges were sold, the money she had saved would exceed 300,000 Baileys!

Oh my god, is my childhood dream coming true? Who could have predicted a few years ago that I would one day become a millionaire?

"Was this delivered today?"

This time it was Xia Nuo's voice that broke her beautiful dream.

"Eh?"

When Bellmère came to his senses, he saw that Shanuo had finished his meal at some point and picked up a newspaper that he had placed on the corner of the table.

"Yeah, the Newsbird didn't arrive until noon," Bellmère complained. "I don't know what the World Economic News Agency is doing. They've raised the price again. Last week it was 40 Baileys, and now it's 50 Baileys a copy. When I was your age, it was only 20 Baileys a copy..."

She didn't have the habit of subscribing to newspapers every day, and she couldn't afford it.

It was only after I became more well-off in the past two years that I started to order it at Xia Nuo's strong request, and the latter would read it carefully every day.

Bellemere couldn't understand why her adopted son paid so much attention to the newspapers. She always felt that those major events at sea were very far away from them who were growing oranges in the countryside.

Her nagging went in one ear and out the other. Xia Nuo hummed twice and started reading the newspaper.

——After reading a few lines, my eyes were instantly drawn to the report at the bottom of the front page.

"Agreement Reached! Captain Jinbei of the Sun Pirates Has Become the New Seven Warlords of the Sea!"

There is also a picture next to it. Accompanied by several naval officers, the fat blue fishman is wearing a yukata and wooden clogs, looking at the camera with a calm expression.

Xia Nuo stared at the photo for a long time without taking his eyes off it.

The hand holding the edge of the newspaper clenched tightly unconsciously.

"Is it coming..." he murmured softly.

"What?" Bellmère tilted his head in confusion.

"It's okay."

Xia Nuo shook his head slightly and quickly flipped through the remaining pages.

After making sure there was no other information worth paying attention to, he glanced out the window, pushed back his dining chair and stood up.

"The rain seems to have stopped. I'm going to the garden to practice swordplay for a while. If it's late, you can go to bed first and don't have to wait for me."

He smiled, grabbed the wooden sword in the corner, pushed the door open and walked out, leaving behind a figure walking away outside the glass window.

"Well……"

Bellmère withdrew his gaze, pinched his chin and fell into deep thought.

She was not an intuitive person, and when she was a child she was always described by the elders in her hometown as a naughty fool with an empty head.

But after spending so many years together day and night, she knew Xia Nuo too well, and always felt that the latter's reaction must mean that he was hiding something from her.

She suddenly vaguely remembered that when the child was ten years old, during a nap one day, she seemed to have had a very long and vivid nightmare.

Then he suddenly woke up and came to him in sweat, saying that in the future a group of hideous and terrifying pirates would come to occupy this island.

Ask her to move away as soon as possible, find a place far away from home, and start a new life on another island.

This is of course impossible. This is her hometown. How could she move away just because of a child's inexplicable nightmare?

Besides, the East China Sea 16th Branch where she once served is very close to here.

If there really are pirates coming, can the navy of the 16 branches just ignore it?

Bellmère was at a loss whether to laugh or cry and took a long time to comfort the little guy before he calmed down.

From that day on, the child's temperament became more and more stable, and he never mentioned moving again. As time passed, he gradually became the pillar of the family.

all the time.

She just thought that Xia Nuo had grown up and reached the age, and because he came from a difficult background, he was much more mature than his peers, so she was only relieved about it.

Could it be that……

Was the thrill of that nightmare far more intense than she had imagined, and did it continue to this day?
----

"call!"

On nights between autumn and winter, the temperature has plummeted to around zero degrees Celsius, and the white mist exhaled from the nose is visible to the naked eye.

Xia Nuo jogged around the orange orchard for more than ten laps to digest dinner and warm up at the same time.

Then he went to an open area, took off his clothes, and revealed his muscular chest.

He took a firm horse stance, put the wooden sword aside, and began to practice breathing boxing.

This set of boxing skills was purchased from the trading market last year after he had saved up for a long time and spent a huge sum of 700 points.

The breathing method of the core seems to have some connection with Demon Slayer, but there are obvious differences.

At the edge of the orange grove, there is a circular open space that has been specially cleared.

Nine thick wooden stakes buried in the ground formed a formation, with different heights, distances and distances, and were tightly bound with iron hoops at the heads and tails.

This was renovated by Xia Nuo, who commissioned the village carpenter to use the old variety of citrus trees that were eliminated last year.

If it weren't for the graffiti Nami had drawn on each wooden stake with crayons, such as clouds, moons, and little rabbits, it would really have the aura of a grandmaster's dojo.

There is still half a basket of oranges in the wooden stake array.

Most of them have insect holes or are rotten, and are defective products eliminated during the harvest these days.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
Three rotten oranges were thrown into the air, and the moment they landed, the black-haired boy moved.

His right foot suddenly stepped on the growth ring pattern of the wooden stake, his waist twisted with a sound of breaking through the air, and his elbow accurately hit the first falling fruit.

The airflow driven by the seventh form of the breathing boxing rushed wildly under the skin, exploding the tangerine into eight evenly spaced petals.

Before the juice could splash onto his eyelashes, his left knee had already crushed the seed capsule of the second orange.

When the third orange was still thirty centimeters from the ground, Xia Nuo suddenly stopped, and his right foot, which was already very close and about to break the orange peel, stepped firmly on the ground.

Tick.

Beads of sweat dripped down his chin onto the dead leaves, raising a wisp of white smoke.

When the muscles expand to the limit, suddenly relax them and repeatedly train the capillaries. This is the trick recorded in the secret book of breathing boxing.

Xia Nuo didn't stop, and took out three oranges from the bamboo basket next to him, repeating the previous process over and over again.

He finally stopped when half the basket of oranges was almost empty, and went to the faucet to wash his face.

scoff-

The black-haired boy kicked the empty basket away, and after a short rest, he turned his target to the orange trees next to him.

These were also the varieties purchased by Bellmère in the early years. Both the yield and the taste of the fruit were far inferior to the batches planted later.

After winter this year, it will be time to eliminate it.

Just like some fishmen with low character who deserve to be torn into sashimi!
Breathing boxing, eighth form!

"drink!"

Xia Nuo growled, and at the moment his left foot crushed the dead leaves under his feet, his right fist struck the tree trunk in the arc of a diving seagull.

When the fist passed through, the five finger joints made a crisp sound like frying beans.

Bang! Punch after punch, like a violent storm, the places where fist bones collided with tree trunks unconsciously turned iron-gray.

This color is a characteristic of the breathing boxing technique that stimulates the hardening of subcutaneous tissue, and is similar to the entanglement of armed color domineering.

However, the coverage is extremely small and the strength is somewhat inferior, so it can only be regarded as a low-end version at present.

After the whole set of punches was completed, a slight "crack" sound came from the center of the orange tree, but there were only a few fist marks a few knuckles deep on the surface.

continue!

After a short rest, just a few seconds of pause, the old orange tree began to groan in pain again.

Bang! Bang! Bang!
In the orange grove, which was originally shrouded in the silence of the night, the dull and rapid sound of hammering continued.

"One thousand nine hundred and ninety-six, one thousand nine hundred and ninety-seven two thousand!"

Receive!
Xia Nuo stood back at a distance, steadied his lower body, and let out a long breath.

Almost transparent white mist was curling out from both shoulders and the top of the head, disappearing into the night.

From the shoulders down, his torso trembled violently, which lasted for several seconds before gradually subsiding.

Every muscle movement matched the heartbeat frequency, and waves of heat gushed out of the pores, steaming the frost flowers clinging to the dead branches and leaves at the feet into twisted vortexes.

“It’s going pretty well!”

Feeling the clear sense of strength coming from every part of his body despite being extremely weak and tired, Xia Nuo twisted his neck, as if he was reborn, and couldn't help but grin with a happy smile.

have to say.

He really has some talent in physical training.

I practiced breathing boxing for a year and a half.

From the clumsy start to the increasingly proficient now, the progress is getting faster and faster as if a cheat has been turned on.

It took him a year to go from beginner to beginner, and then more than three months, and he finally made some progress in late summer and early autumn.

And now, even before winter has fully arrived, I can already feel the barrier of breaking through the limit.

Go at this speed.

He was confident that if he continued to practice hard for ten days at most, he would be able to master the art of boxing.

(End of this chapter)