One Piece: Honey Badger Speedruns the World

With a pained expression, Baal stormed into the warehouse and shouted at the figure sitting atop a towering pile of crates, counting the inventory: "Scarlett! Scarlett! Stop counting!"

At some point, Fei Li Si put on a pair of thick goggles and held a writing tablet in her hand.

"Boss, I'll set off tonight to bring the 'Narwhal' back from 'Hidden Reef'."

"Alright, there's something else besides the ship."

Baal waved his hand casually, interrupting Scarlett's report, his gaze already scanning the list in her hand:

"Our 'genius captain' has a new idea."

"Scarlett, check the inventory or contact the weapons dealer. I need to get him a couple of decent knives. Honestly, she just does whatever comes to mind..."

"knife?"

Scarlett blinked, her pen pausing for a moment: "Goss does indeed need a suitable weapon..."

"No, no, no, it's not Goss, it's Mia!"

Baal rubbed his forehead, scratching his long, golden hair in frustration: "I need one Great Sword, grade 21! And the other should ideally be a Fine Sword, grade 50!"

"Since we've already bought it, we might as well buy something as good as possible."

Oh, remember to get a lighter blade, since it's for a girl.

"Oh... so it's for Mia."

Upon hearing that it was for Mia, a gentle smile appeared on Fei Lisi's expressionless face.

She closed the writing tablet, leaped lightly from the tall cargo box, her fluffy orange tail swaying in the air:

"Since it's for Mia, we can't just rummage through the black market."

"As for the knife... perhaps we don't need to buy one specifically."

Scarlett paused, as if she had remembered something. She pulled a slightly yellowed photograph from the thick stack of inventory lists and handed it to Baal.

"Do you remember that down-on-his-luck pirate hunter? This is what he pawned in the Hidden Reef Vault two months ago. Since the loan hasn't expired yet, I haven't put it on the sale list."

In the photo, two long swords with different shapes but inexplicably harmonious sheaths are quietly placed on a black velvet cloth.

"The Twenty-One Great Swords - Long Sword [Izayoi]".

Scarlet Lily's fingertips touched the long, slender katana above the photograph.

Even through the photographic paper, one could feel the cool, aloof aura emanating from the pure white magnolia-colored scabbard.

Its hilt was ingeniously forged into the shape of a crescent moon.

The blade of this knife is extremely narrow, exhibiting a cold, almost transparent steel-like color.

What's most stunning is its blade pattern, a continuous "wavy pattern" that suddenly converges into a straight line at the edge of the blade.

Under the light, the blade pattern seemed to have sealed the moonlight of the night of the sixteenth into the steel, both beautiful and deadly.

"And, the fifty crafts of fine and fast swords—the katana [Kanchun]."

It's called a katana, but it's only a little shorter than a longsword.

The scabbard of this katana is made of an extremely vibrant deep crimson lacquer, like a red camellia blooming proudly in the winter snow.

Its style is more ancient and heavy, and the brass-colored blade looks extremely tough, like a shield ready to protect its master at any time.

In stark contrast to Izayoi's cool and aloof demeanor, this sword employs the intricate and ornate "Repeated Flower Clinking" tempering technique.

The dense blade pattern resembles blooming and withering camellias, layered upon layered on the blade.

That vitality, almost overflowing from the blade, seemed to suggest that with just a gentle swipe, red petals—or blood—would be scattered all over the ground.

Fei Lisi pushed up her goggles, her fingertip lightly tapping the photo, her tone radiating confidence:

"One is as cold as moonlight, the other as resilient as winter flowers."

Although they are one grade lower, these two swords were originally designed to complement the dual-wielding style, with one long and one short, creating a very rhythmic effect.

The items are all at Hidden Reef, so I can bring them back while I'm aboard the "Narwhal."

"Lightweight, sharp, and incredibly beautiful. Perfect for Mia."

"But boss, the current market value of these knives is approximately..."

"Stop giving me quotes! I don't want to hear them!"

Baal clutched his ears in agony, turned away, and waved his hand dismissively: "Take it! Take it now! My heart is going to explode if I look at it any longer!"

……

After driving away Scarlett, Baal seemed to have all his strength drained away in an instant, slumping into the mahogany office chair piled with ledgers.

"Damn it...damn it...how much money is that...!"

He muttered nervously, his trembling hand pulling a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

But just three seconds later, the pain in his eyes quickly faded, replaced by the madness and shrewdness of a gambler.

"No, this debt must be settled. Since we bought top-tier equipment, we must sell it at a top-tier price."

Barr took a deep breath and pulled open the bottom drawer of his desk.

Instead of Berry, there was a lone black Den Den Mushi that had been dormant for a long time.

This Den Den Mushi has strange golden banana-crocodile patterns painted on its shell, making it look both expensive and dangerous.

Barr didn't actually know the details about the man on the other end of the phone.

He only heard about it through the newspapers brought by the newsbirds and the terrified whispers of the pirates in the tavern.

The man escaped from the hellish Impel Down and, after wreaking havoc in "the war that changed the world," has infiltrated a perilous new world.

The truth of the rumors is hard to discern, but there is one thing that Bahr remembers very clearly.

That was the extremely arrogant promise the other party made when they left this Den Den Mushi:

"In this era that is about to go out of control, the weak have no place to survive."

But if you discover a real 'monster' capable of tearing apart the ocean, I'll offer you a price you can't refuse.

He stared at the Den Den Mushi for a long time before finally making up his mind and dialing the contact number that only a very few people had.

Polulu Polulu... Polulu Polulu...

The long wait echoed in the silent room, each sound like a hammer blow to Baal's heart.

Kaka.

The call was connected.

The black Den Den Mushi, which had been sleepy-eyed, suddenly opened its eyes. Its once round eyes became narrow and sinister, and its expression became extremely arrogant. The corners of its mouth even curled up in a cold arc, as if the person on the other end of the phone was smoking a cigar and looking down on all living beings.

There was no sound. The person on the other end was waiting for him to speak; this silent pressure was enough to suffocate an ordinary person.

Baal swallowed hard, forcibly suppressing the tremor in his voice, and adopted a respectful tone:

"It's been a long time since I last sent my greetings, esteemed Mr. Crocodile."