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Chapter 32 New
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"What are you doing here, Nami?"

"Ah!"

Instead of answering, she pointed at him with an indignant look.

"I finally found you!"

Dan deadpanned at the girl, whose annoyed look paired pretty well with her disheveled appearance—looking like she'd been caught by several branches on the way here as per the scratches covering her and the leaves she hadn't noticed were stuck to her hair.

Which made sense, given that he'd moved the boat quite deep into the forest—far enough that the terrain made the trip genuinely unpleasant and hard to find.

She'd probably had a lot of trouble getting here.

How had she found him anyway?

"Where in the world did you go?" She grumbled, patting the dust off her clothes as she stepped into the clearer part of the forest, fixing her hair with an upset look. "We've been looking for you for an entire month!"

Dan didn't bat an eye.

He'd expected as much, given that he'd left without a word and stuck to the forest and his boat from then on.

"I had something to take care of," he answered vaguely, looking elsewhere.

"What could have taken you an entire month to do?!" She exclaimed, clearly angry.

"..."

"..."

However, after a second or so of silence between the two, she seemed to calm down, heaving a sigh as she averted her gaze.

"Since you weren't there, Bell-mère had to go back to working alone at the farm. Me and Nojiko offered to help her but..." She hesitated. "We don't seem to be of much help the way you were."

"..."

Dan stayed silent.

There wasn't much he could say.

The truth was, he simply hadn't wanted to explain himself, nor spend time convincing Bell-mère about why he was disappearing for a month. The woman worried too much, much to his annoyance. He had gone along with her maternal behavior so far, but he couldn't afford to do so anymore. Not with a deadline on the clock.

So he'd skipped the drama and jumped straight into training, without a second thought or a farewell to the family.

It was selfish. So he had nothing to say to her, nor any excuse to give.

Seeing his silent response, Nami huffed, looking around as if searching for answers in the forest itself.

An entire month—what could he have been doing?

Bell-mère had said he might have found a better paying job, but seeing he was here, in the middle of the forest, that didn't seem likely.

Her eyes moved around and fell on the boat—which, though well hidden, was hard to miss from this distance.

Instantly, her mind deviated from the matter at hand.

"Your boat, it survived?! I heard every other ship was destroyed by those pirates!" She looked at it with wide eyes, already making her way over to examine it.

"I hid it before they tried anything," Dan added, watching her with his hands in his pockets.

"What a relief..." A sigh escaped her as she ran a hand along the hull.

Dan's mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly at the sight.

'For having only boarded it once, she sure is relieved.'

Anyone watching would assume she was the owner, the way she was fussing over it.

'Well, technically I'm not the owner either, am I?'

With a scoff, he waited as Nami continued with the examination, looking deep in thought as she did.

After a whole minute had passed, she finally stopped, giving him a silent glare before shaking her head.

"Forget it. I don't care about what you've been doing... but Bell-mère is worried about you."

She paused, averting her gaze.

"You should come back."

Dan's mouth stretched uncomfortably for a second. He pushed the sour taste of her words aside and remained firm.

"I'm still not done with my business."

"..."

An uncomfortable silence settled between the two.

Then Nami's eyes fell, her hands fidgeting with one another.

"Those pirates... everyone said they're coming back tomorrow. If you're worried about not having enough money to pay, Bell-mère already managed to gather enough for all of us including you, with the help of the villagers. So..."

Dan took in her words for a moment, then let out a faint laugh at the consideration coming from people he barely knew.

Still, he shook his head.

"Tell her I don't need her to cover me. I'll be fine on my own—she should just focus on the two of you."

Seeing his adamant refusal, Nami's eyes drifted between him and the boat.

"You're... leaving, aren't you? That's your business—you're preparing to depart."

"..."

Well, she wasn't right, but she wasn't entirely wrong either.

Once he was done with his business here, he'd be leaving. So all this preparation might as well count as part of that.

"...Yeah. After I'm done here, I suppose I will be leaving," he answered, a wry smile forming.

She walked closer, her tone worried. "You can't! Bell-mère said the coasts are all heavily guarded. The pirates don't want anyone escaping now that payment time is coming. I heard many people from other islands tried to get away in secret, but all of them were sunk!"

Dan let out a small laugh.

"I'll be fine." His eyes sharpened, looking past her. "They won't be able to do anything about it."

Nami watched him, visibly uncertain.

But as she looked at his unwavering face—despite having witnessed Arlong's strength firsthand—a seed of doubt budded in her heart.

If he was this confident... maybe there actually was a way?

She looked down, clearly turning something over in her head. Then—

"Would you... take us with you?"

Dan looked at her, surprised.

That he hadn't expected.

Take them with him and leave the rest of the villagers to fend for themselves?

"..."

Looking at her face, he could tell she didn't feel good about that part either. But she probably also understood that her family had the lowest chances of making it past the third or fourth payment.

The villagers would probably be fine if they left. Probably even relieved someone had gotten away to find help.

Though he doubted Bell-mère would agree so readily.

Regardless... That wouldn't be happening.

Not because he didn't want to, but because there would be no need.

Still, there was no need to seem like a dick about it.

"I'll... think about it."

So he left it hanging.

After all, tomorrow she'd realize that there was never any need to run—unless he died.

But that's how losers think.

"..."

Even so, Nami seemed dejected, clearly reading his vague answer as a likely refusal.

Laughing lightly at her expression, Dan gave her a pat on the head.

"Wait until tomorrow. I'll give you an answer then. For now, there's still one more thing I need to do before I leave."

She looked up at him. "...Something you need to do?"

He smirked slightly. "It's not important. Go back for now."

"..."

She clearly wasn't satisfied with that.

But after a few seconds of further reluctance, she gave a nod.

"Alright."

And so, she turned and headed back into the forest.

—Not before giving him one last glance, though.

"I'll be here tomorrow... you better not have run away!"

And so she went, disappearing through the trees at a run.

As he watched her go, Dan snorted with a smile.

Then his hand settled on the hilt of his sword, eyes lifting to the sunset appearing through the canopy.

'Time to move.'

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| At the coast around Cocoyashi Village... |

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-Yawn...-

Leaning on the railing, a fishman let out a loud and long yawn.

Another who was walking by slapped his head, cutting it short.

"Hey, snap out of it—we need to stay alert."

The first fishman shot him an annoyed look. "Huh? What's the point, brother?"

"What's the point, you say? We can't allow any of those humans to escape!"

The fishman scoffed. "We already made enough of an example of every human who tried to escape last month. There aren't many boats left that they can even use, and I doubt any of them have the guts to try anything now anyway."

The passing fishman shook his head. "Regardless, some of them might not have enough to pay tomorrow—so there's a chance someone tries something out of desperation."

The fishman grumbled at the logic. "Yeah, I guess."

He picked up the binoculars at his neck and began scanning.

"Well, guess what—not a single boat in sight."

"Just do your job."

"Hmm."

The passing fishman went on his way.

Meanwhile, still grumbling, the first kept his eye to the lenses, continuing to sweep the water.

No matter where he looked, it was ocean and more ocean, followed by the face of the island when he turned toward it.

Just as he was starting to lose interest—

"Hmm?"

Something blocked the lenses.

Confused, he pulled the binoculars away—and froze.

"A kid?"

A human child was right in front of him, gripping the railing, climbing up the side of the boat.

For a moment his brain stalled somewhere between the sheer bizarreness of it and the complete harmlessness a child ought to represent.

But before he could land on a decision—

—Schk!—

A sword came through his neck from below, hidden by the railing as the kid climbed.

Blood welled up instantly, filling his throat.

Then, using the blade as a lever, the kid somehow swung his entire body up and over in one arc, hurling him backward toward the ocean as he retrieved the sword in the same motion.

The fishman could only stare in bafflement as the water rose up to meet him, consciousness fading alongside the blood, while the kid wiped the blade clean in a single swing and kept climbing.

-Thud!-

Soon, the kid jumped over the railing and hit the deck.

The landing on the wooden planks was loud enough to pull the other four fishmen around.

"...!"

They turned and found a kid—and not their brother.

"Who...?" One stepped forward, brows creasing.

Before he could piece anything together—

—Shiiiiin!—

"AAAARGH!"

The kid crossed the gap in an instant and opened the fishman's chest in one slash, blood spraying out in a fountain.

The others who'd caught the commotion had their eyes going wide.

They didn't need to see anything else.

An enemy had boarded, kid or not.

Weapons drawn, they spread out and surrounded him, coming in from all sides.

"A human brat... how is it possible he killed one of us?!"

"Doesn't matter—kill him first, then bring the body to Arlong-san!"

"Attack!"

The three didn't waste a second, rushing in from every direction.

A moment later, blood splattered across the wooden planks of the ship.

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| Half an hour later, outskirts of the newly built Arlong Park |

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"Our base is coming along pretty well, isn't it?" Chew muttered, walking alongside Kuroobi—a fishman in a dark blue gi with a black belt, his hair tied into two firm ponytails.

Both were Arlong's top officers, their strength putting them well above any other member of the crew.

"Hmph. At least those humans are good for something—even if only labor," Kuroobi replied, looking disgusted as he said it.

Chew chuckled, glancing back at the distant building under construction.

A month since their arrival, and the base would be finished soon. After that, it was all uphill.

"Jinbe-san was truly foolish to side with the humans. From here on, Arlong-san will make them fear us the way they always should have."

"That he was. Surrendering to these creatures—even now I can hardly believe it." Kuroobi's expression darkened.

Chew gave him a pat on the back.

"Don't worry. Once we've grown our forces and taken over this sea, maybe Jinbe-san will reconsider. I'm sure of it."

Kuroobi nodded, growing serious. "I hope so... even though we parted ways, the last thing I'd want is to end up fighting him."

Chew sighed, unable to agree more.

"Hm?"

Just then, he caught sight of something far ahead on the dirt path.

A figure, walking toward them.

At first, he didn't think much of it. Probably a human coming to report something—or to beg for more time before tomorrow's payment.

"...!"

But as the figure drew closer, Chew's relaxed expression tightened.

Kuroobi reacted too, his hand moving to the cutlass at his waist on instinct.

Blood. A lot of blood.

The figure was drenched in it.

The first thought was that it was an enemy—maybe a bounty hunter who had tracked them, or a capable marine.

Yet as it came clearer, the tension shifted to confusion.

The figure was human.

But it was also a kid. No older than ten.

And as they registered the age of the approaching figure, another realization followed.

"I know that brat," Chew muttered, squinting.

His mind went back to the day they arrived—almost missing a house because it sat at the outskirts of the village. The kid approaching was the same one who'd paid for the whole family when they'd been about to deal with that ex-marine for daring to fight back against Arlong-san.

But why was he covered in blood?

"...!"

A thought crossed his mind.

Then his mouth curled into a smirk.

"Hah... as expected of these lowly creatures. Despicable as they are weak."

Kuroobi glanced at him, confused for a moment, then blinked as the same realization landed.

"That kid... did he kill his own family to avoid having to pay for them?"

"Most likely. Look—he's even carrying a sword, and it's dripping in blood."

"Utterly revolting."

As the two exchanged their impressions, the kid arrived in front of them.

"..."

He gave each of them a look, then glanced past them at the distant building.

The two officers watched him with a mix of revulsion and mild curiosity.

But before they could ask anything, he spoke first.

"It's only you two?"

"... What?" Chew lifted an eyebrow.

What was with that attitude?

The way the kid had said that... he didn't feel the fear, horror, or desperation of every human they'd dealt with so far.

He felt... disappointed?

The kid exhaled, faintly annoyed, his hand moving to the hilt. "I would have preferred not to do a two-on-one against you both... but no matter. This isn't bad either."

And then—

—Shiiiin—

He drew his sword.

Both tensed.

Something was off.

But by the moment they realized it, it was already too late.

"Might as well kill two birds with one stone... or two fish with one blade."

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"I know that brat," Chew muttered, squinting.

His mind went back to the day they arrived—almost missing a house because it sat at the outskirts of the village. The kid approaching was the same one who'd paid for the whole family when they'd been about to deal with that ex-marine for daring to fight back against Arlong-san.
Wait, he's not using his Sunglasses for this? That seems like it's gonna have consequences.
 
Chapter 33 New
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Arlong lay sprawled across his chair at the edge of the inner pool, one arm hanging over the armrest and the other holding a cup of rum.

Hachi had found the bottle in the cellar of a human merchant some towns away who'd been foolish enough to complain about the price of living under fishman rule. The way they were kind enough to remind him of his place and took the bottle from his bloodied body made it just a bit sweeter as he took a sip.

Torches burned along the walls, throwing an orange glow over the courtyard. The outer wall was finally finished, tall and thick, closing off their base from the rest of the island. Now, it felt like a proper space for him and his brothers, away from the disgusting beings outside.

Behind him, the main building had climbed to its third floor, and everything above that was still a skeleton of beams and scaffolding.

The humans had been sent home at sunset with orders to be back before dawn, so the courtyard belonged to the crew now. Barrels of looted rum stood open beside the pool, and his brothers were making good use of them. Some sang off-key, some shoved each other into the water, and a few sat on the steps of the unfinished building, arm-wrestling over who would get the next cup.

"To Arlong-san!" One of them shouted, lifting his mug over his head. "And to our future kingdom of fishmen!"

""TO ARLONG-SAN!"" The rest roared back, and rum splashed over the stones as dozens of mugs crashed together.

Arlong let out a low, satisfied chuckle and took a long drink.

'This is how it should be... how it should've been from the very beginning.'

For centuries his people had been chained, sold, and tormented by these creatures. And yet, down in the depths, there were still those on Fishman Island begging for the day the humans would accept them, as if acceptance were something a superior race like them should ask for.

Here, on this little corner of the sea, the order had been put right. Humans built a palace for fishmen with their own hands, their own sweat, and their own money, and every brick they laid was laid out of fear, as it should be.

A month ago, these islands had been crawling with humans, dozens of filthy little villages running wild and doing as they pleased, with nobody above them to put them in their place. One month under his rule had been enough to put a leash on every one of them.

Now it was his kingdom.

"Arlong-san!"

Hachi came waddling across the courtyard with a thick logbook tucked under two of his many arms, his face lit up by a wide grin.

"The list for tomorrow's quota is ready."

"Let me see."

Arlong took the book and flipped through it slowly, his eyes running down the columns of names and numbers. Some villages had already sent word that they'd have the full amount. Others had sent excuses instead, asking for more time—and next to those, Hachi had drawn small crosses.

"Quite a few crosses," Arlong said, and yet, there was no displeasure in his tone.

After all, crosses meant more monkey blood he'd get to spill.

"The humans on the eastern islands are struggling the most. They say the fishing has been bad this month." Hachi explained.

A short laugh escaped Arlong.

"Doesn't matter. If they didn't even try to make the quota through other means, thinking a few excuses would be enough to buy them more time, then they clearly don't fear me enough yet." Arlong snapped the logbook shut and tossed it back, which Hachi hurried to catch.

Then, a wide sinister grin began stretching across Arlong's face.

"Whoever can't pay, we make an example of, that's what we agreed on." His eyes fell on the octopus fishman. "Hachi, tomorrow gather their whole village to watch if necessary... we need to make sure they properly understand who they belong to now."

"Understood, Arlong-san!"

Hachi tucked the logbook away. Then, after a moment, he glanced toward the walls, past which the sea stretched dark and quiet.

"By the way, Arlong-san, Chew and Kuroobi went out a while ago. They wanted to walk the coast road and check on the patrol boats before tomorrow. They told me to tell you they'd be back in a few more minutes."

"Good." Arlong's grin softened into something closer to pride. "Those boys out on the water have spent a whole month freezing every night so that none of these vermin slip through our fingers. Tell the cooks to save the best of tomorrow's catch for them. They've earned it."

"Yes, Arlong-san!"

Hachi turned and waddled off toward the kitchens, the logbook still tucked under his arm.

Arlong watched him go, his gaze resting idly on the thick book bouncing against Hachi's side.

His eyes narrowed slightly as something came back to him. One particular incident with children who hadn't been in one of the villages' registries at first.

Specifically, a particular boy whose name Hachi had needed to add by hand.

"Hachi."

The octopus fishman stopped and looked back over his shoulder. "Yes, Arlong-san?"

"Leave the logbook here. There's something I want to check."

Hachi blinked, but he didn't ask.

He came back, set the book in Arlong's open hand, and hurried off toward the kitchens once more.

Arlong checked the first page, which held the village closest to their base, and the first one he and his brothers raided when they arrived.

Cocoyashi Village.

Halfway down the page, at the very edge of the village's registry, sat a single farm on the outskirts. One adult, two children, and one more name added in Hachi's crooked handwriting.

Dan.

Arlong's eyes narrowed.

It was the farm of the ex-marine woman who'd been foolish enough to shove a rifle in his mouth on the day they landed. The moment she dared defy him, he'd thought she would be the first example he made on these islands, along with the two girls.

But then that kid had walked around the corner of the house, pulled out a fat stack of bills, and spoiled everything.

He hadn't been scared, either. That was what had struck Arlong the most. Men twice or thrice the brat's age shivered at his presence... but the kid didn't.

The brat had looked him straight in the eye with a gaze similar to a man counting pocket change to give to a beggar.

It gnawed at him, and he wished he could have crushed the brat's skull then and there.

But if there was one thing he abided by, even when dealing with those disgusting creatures, it was the law of money.

The kid had paid thanks to some savings he had stored somewhere, and so, he kept his life, and those of his family.

But would he be able to pay again?

Yeah, probably. That woman had seemed to have enough money the first time to pay at least for the children, money she never got to use thanks to the kid.

By now, she should have saved up enough for all of them.

But what about the third time?

And the fourth time?

They were clearly struggling... at some point, they wouldn't be able to pay anymore.

Eventually, he'd get the chance to erase that cocky look from that kid's face.

He could wait... He was very patient.

Regardless, he could settle for the screams of other impertinent humans for the moment.

"Shahaha..."

Arlong lifted his cup toward the moon and drank deep.

Tomorrow was going to be a good day.

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Half an hour passed after that. Some fishmen had already collapsed on the floor, too drunk for their own good, or were simply resting wherever seemed good enough to lie down. Others were still drinking, or fooling around while the spirit of the party continued.

It was such a peaceful scene, one that just went to exemplify how successful their life was, now that they had taken control of several islands at the same time.

They were kings.

Sadly, not everything is meant to last.

It was the smell that reached Arlong first.

"Hmm?"

He'd been half-dozing in his chair, the empty cup resting on his stomach, when something under the salt and mortar made his nose twitch.

Smoke.

It smelled like a great fire, something big burning not too far away.

He opened his eyes and found a dark column of smoke rising into the night sky, somewhere beyond the western wall. Whatever was burning, the wall stood between him and it.

Arlong pushed himself up from the chair and walked out through the open gate, his steps slow at first, then quicker. He climbed the rocks that lined the shore until the whole bay opened up in front of him.

And then he stopped.

The patrol boats were sinking.

The boats where his comrades were.

Two of them were already gone, with only the tips of their masts sticking out of the water, while a third lay on its side with flames crawling up what was left of its sail. The fourth, the farthest, was little more than a burning raft drifting in the current.

Pieces of wood, rope, and canvas floated across the bay, glowing where the fire still clung to them.

For a moment, Arlong only stared.

An accident? Some idiot knocking over a lantern, and the fire jumping from one boat to the next? Maybe, if the boats had been tied together. But they weren't. He'd ordered them spread out across the whole bay, far from each other, so no human could slip past.

And even if all four had burned and sunk by bad luck, it didn't explain the most important thing.

His brothers were fishmen. A sinking boat was nothing to them. They should have been in the water by now, swimming to shore, cursing and laughing about it, and coming to report.

But judging by how little was left of the boats, they'd been burning for a long while, long enough for any of his brothers to swim back and forth a dozen times.

And yet, not a single one of them had shown up, and nothing moved in the bay except the burning wreckage.

"Arlong-san!" Hachi came scrambling over the rocks behind him, several more of the crew following close behind. "We saw the smoke from the courtyard. What happened? Are those...?"

Arlong didn't answer. He stepped off the rocks and dropped into the sea.

The water closed over his head, cold and black, and his eyes adjusted to it at once. He swam toward the nearest mast and dove past it, down along the hull of the sunken boat, until he found what he was looking for, drifting a few meters below the surface.

"..."

He brought it up gently.

When he climbed back onto the rocks, he was carrying one of his brothers in his arms. He laid him down on the stone with a care none of the humans on these islands had ever seen from him, and the crew gathered around in silence.

There was a single cut across the fishman's body, running from his shoulder down to his hip. It was clean, with no ragged edges and no second stroke. Whatever had done it had gone through scales, muscle, and bone in one swing.

Hachi was the first to speak, his voice low. "A sword... niu. Who could have...?"

Arlong said nothing.

He looked down at the body for a long time. Then he crouched beside it, put one hand on its chest, and closed its eyes with the other.

When he stood back up, the rock under his foot cracked.

"Who...?"

Nobody answered him.

So he shouted at the sky.

"WHICH RAT DARED TO DO THIS?!"

His roar carried across the bay, and several of the crew took a step back. Even Hachi flinched.

Arlong's chest rose and fell, his teeth grinding together so hard that the sound could be heard over the crackle of the fires.

A marine? The pathetic branch in this sea wouldn't dare. And even if they had, they wouldn't have been able to. They were weaklings of the lowest order, and not only them. All humans in this sea were.

So, maybe a bounty hunter who'd followed them from the Grand Line? There was a chance that was the case. He'd caused enough destruction on his way here that the government might have put a bounty on him again. If so, he'd missed it, but it'd explain how someone could have been able to kill one of his own.

Or maybe word had gotten out somehow of his takeover of this archipelago, and someone had come to claim his head.

However, whoever it was... it didn't matter.

It wouldn't change the future.

Tonight, they'd die.

Before they could hurt another of his comra—

"...!"

Just then, in the middle of his rage, something else surfaced in his mind... Something he should have noticed sooner.

He spoke out loud, not turning around.

"Hachi... Where are Chew and Kuroobi?"

"Niu?"

"You said they'd be back in a few minutes. Did they ever come back?"

Hachi's face went pale. "N-no, niu... I haven't seen them since."

Arlong turned slowly to look at the road. It ran along the coast, past the bay, and on toward the villages, empty and quiet under the moon.

The boats were right there. If Chew and Kuroobi had come this way, they would have seen the smoke long before he did. They would have come running.

But they hadn't come back.

For the first time that night, something cold crept under Arlong's anger.

Chew and Kuroobi weren't ordinary members of the crew. They'd fought at his side since the Grand Line, and there wasn't a human in the whole East Blue who could stand against either of them, let alone both at once.

Arlong refused to finish that thought.

"Hachi. Get Kiribachi, and pick ten of the strongest. We're going to the villages."

"Y-yes, Arlong-san! Which village first?"

"The one closest to the road. Cocoyashi." Arlong's eyes burned as he stared down the empty road. "If those two came across something on their way, someone in that village must've seen it. And if the humans had anything to do with this..."

He didn't finish the sentence, nor did he need to.

Minutes later, Arlong stood at the gate of the park with his giant saw-toothed sword resting over his shoulder and ten of his best fighters lined up behind him. The rest of the crew, a little over thirty strong, had gathered in the courtyard with their weapons drawn.

"Nobody gets in, and nobody gets out," Arlong told the ones staying behind. "If a human so much as looks at these walls tonight, kill him. I'll be back before dawn, with the head of whoever did this on a pole."

"Yes, Arlong-san!"

He turned and marched down the road toward Cocoyashi, his group following in a tight pack, and he didn't look back once.

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Close to half an hour passed after Arlong left.

The crew hadn't wasted it. The ones still drunk from the party were dragged to their feet and doused with buckets of seawater until they could stand straight, while the rest armed themselves and took up posts along the walls and at the gate.

A handful of others had gone over the rocks and into the bay. They dove again and again among the sinking wrecks, bringing their brothers up one by one and laying them out on the rocks below the wall, where the line of bodies kept growing.

The rest stood watch in silence now, weapons in hand, none of them talking the way they had been doing until now, all fun and joy gone.

The smoke from the bay still drifted over the walls, and every so often another splash came from below as the divers surfaced with one more body.

The two posted at the gate kept glancing at each other and then back out at the dark road, their grips on their spears tightening every time the wind moved the bushes.

The gate itself had been left open on purpose. In case the bastard who'd done this showed his face, they didn't want a closed gate keeping the guards outside cut off from everyone else.

If he came, he'd walk straight into the courtyard, and all of them could jump him at once.

And so, for a while, nothing happened.

Minutes passed and night took over the island more profoundly.

Clouds had been gathering over the moon since Arlong left, and once they swallowed it whole, its light went with it. Consequently, the road leading up to the base vanished into the dark only a few steps past the guards' torches.

It was eerily quiet, too. The crackle of the flames, the waves breaking against the rocks below, and the crickets running through their band practice were the only things that kept going.

Yet, even with all of them, it was as if the silence had taken over the entire place.

That is, until—

-Crunch-

The sound of footsteps on gravel cut through it, faint and still far off, slow and unhurried, coming up the road that led to the base.

They were so quiet that no one would have noticed them if not for the stillness all around.

The two guards at the gate stiffened and lifted their torches high, trying to push the light further down the road, while one by one, the fishmen in the courtyard turned their heads toward the sound.

At the very edge of the light, far down the road, a figure came into view. At first it was little more than a small shape against the dark, barely visible, but step by step it came closer, until it walked into the full glow of the torches.

It was small—no, not only that.

It was a kid.

And while that should have settled their worried hearts, the relief of seeing how young the stranger was didn't last long.

"...!"

Eyes widened and grips tightened on weapons as they noticed something crucial.

The kid, small as he was, was also covered in blood from head to toe, and the crimson glint on his clothes and hair was too familiar for any of them to mistake.

And to make matters worse, in his right hand he held a sword whose blade rested on his shoulder, blood running down the blade, over the crossguard, and onto the hand gripping it.

Seeing that, the fishmen got trapped in a dilemma.

On one hand, the kid was clearly an enemy, or part of one's plan.

But on the other, it was just a brat. How much danger could he pose?

So they didn't attack outright. They just watched him approach.

Until he stopped right in front of the open gateway, barely two meters away from the two guards, who didn't lower their weapons for a second.

The kid's gaze moved slowly across the courtyard. It passed over the guards at the gate, the fishmen along the walls, the half-built tower, and the pool in the middle, as if he were counting each of them, and his face stayed completely serious while he did it.

Nobody moved, and nobody spoke, each of them still torn over how worried they should be.

Somewhere along the wall, a fishman swallowed loudly, and another took half a step backward before he realized he'd done it.

Then, after a few seconds of that silence, the kid glanced over his shoulder, toward the road Arlong had taken, and back at the open gate around him.

Slowly, a smile spread across his blood-streaked face, a wide one that bared all his teeth.

He let the sword slide off his shoulder, and its tip came to rest just above the stones, ready to be swung.

"Well, someone left the door open."

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I don't know what's the worst about Arlong, his moral hypocrisy or his cowardice? Because for someone who believes in his species superiority, he didn't have the balls to take on the grandline

The fact that he is a part of the legacy of fisher tiger/sun pirates. A group whose main goal was fighting for the freedom of slaves, no matter their origin
 
I don't know what's the worst about Arlong, his moral hypocrisy or his cowardice? Because for someone who believes in his species superiority, he didn't have the balls to take on the grandline
Probably the worst thing is his naming ability. His group is literally called the Fishman pirates, cause his crew is made up of just fishmen(and Nami).

That shit is diabolical.
 
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Nowadays, the people at Cocoyashi village went to bed pretty early. Everyone had to be at Arlong Park by dawn to haul stones for its construction, so by this hour, the whole village was usually fast asleep.

After all, no one wanted to collapse from exhaustion in the middle of working for those already short-fused fishmen.

Tonight, though, that routine was broken.

In the middle of the night, every one of its houses had its door kicked open and its lanterns lit, and the people who lived in them were kneeling in the dirt of the main street in their nightclothes, with fishmen standing over them on both sides.

Some of the villagers were still blinking the sleep out of their eyes. Others held their children against their chests, and a few old men had been dragged out so fast they hadn't even had time to put on their sandals.

Arlong walked up and down the line in front of them, Kiribachi resting on his shoulder, and he didn't bother hiding his disgust.

"I'll ask one more time," he said, his voice low and hissing. "Four of my patrol boats are at the bottom of the sea now, the brothers who manned them dead. Besides that, two of my officers went out on the coast road tonight, and they haven't come back."

He stopped in front of an old woman and leaned down until his saw-like nose was a hand's width from her face.

"... So tell me, who did you monkeys call?"

The old woman opened her mouth, closed it, and started to cry.

Arlong clicked his tongue and straightened up.

Nobody had answered him in the last twenty minutes. Some of them swore they'd been asleep, others that they hadn't seen a single stranger in weeks, and a fisherman near the end of the line had even tried telling him that the marines wouldn't come even if they called, which was the first thing anyone had said tonight that Arlong believed.

And that was exactly what bothered him.

The marines in this sea were worthless, and none of these villages had the money to hire anyone who wasn't. So whoever had done this had come from somewhere else, and they'd known exactly where to strike. Someone had to have told them.

"Arlong-san..." Hachi spoke up from behind him, two of his six hands fidgeting with each other. "Maybe they really don't know anything, niu. They look too scared to lie."

"Scared monkeys lie the most, Hachi."

Of course, the truth was much simpler than that.

The villagers didn't know anything because there was nothing to know. Nobody had called anyone, and nobody had come from the Grand Line.

The one person who could have answered Arlong's question was, at that very moment, a few kilometers up the coast at his base, and very busy.

But Arlong couldn't know that, and his patience was running out.

He swept his gaze along the line until it landed on the man kneeling at the front, a tall one with a pinwheel stuck in his cap.

Genzo. The sheriff of this place, if he remembered right.

"You. You're the one in charge here, aren't you?"

Genzo lifted his head, cold sweat running down his back as he was subjected to the cold gaze. "I am, and I'm telling you, Arlong, nobody in Cocoyashi has—"

Arlong's hand shot out and closed around his throat, and he lifted the man off the ground with one arm as if he weighed nothing.

The villagers cried out, and one of the women tried to get up before the fishman behind her shoved her back down.

"Spouting those lies with a straight face... You can be the first one, then," Arlong said, while Genzo kicked and clawed at the fingers around his neck. "I'll start with you, and I'll keep going down the line until someone remembers something. Let's see how long your village can stay quiet... And if no one in your village is really the culprit—then I guess you'll make a good example to whoever it really was."

He raised Kiribachi over his head.

Genzo's face was turning red, and the crowd's cries rose into screams—

"A-Arlong-san!"

But then, someone called out to him.

One of his own men, standing at the end of the street, wasn't looking at the villagers anymore. His arm was stretched out, pointing north, toward the hills between Cocoyashi and the coast.

"...?"

Arlong turned his head, annoyed, and followed the finger.

"...!"

Above the hills, the clouds had taken on an orange glow from below, and under that glow, a thick column of black smoke was rising into the sky.

It was too big for the patrol boats. Those had burned out an hour ago, and they hadn't been anywhere near as large. This one was coming from further inland, right where the road ended and his walls began.

It was coming from...

Arlong Park.

"...!"

Arlong's grip loosened.

-Thud!-

—cough, cough!—


Genzo fell to the dirt, coughing and gasping for air.

For a few seconds, the fishman didn't move at all. He only stared at the smoke, his mouth hanging slightly open, while the flames under the clouds kept growing.

He had left more than thirty of his brothers back there. Thirty, armed, awake and waiting for whoever had done this to show his face.

That was supposed to be enough.

That was supposed to be more than enough.

"...Back," he growled, and then did so again, but louder, as his men stood frozen around him. "BACK TO OUR BASE! NOW!"

He was already running before they could answer, Kiribachi in hand, and the rest of his group scrambled after him, leaving the villagers kneeling in the street.

For a while, nobody in Cocoyashi dared to stand up.

Then Genzo pushed himself up onto his knees, rubbing his throat, and looked at the smoke on the horizon.

"Sheriff..." A young fisherman whispered beside him. "What do we do?"

Genzo didn't want to do anything. What he wanted was to take everyone home, lock the doors, and pray that whatever was happening up north stayed up north.

But he also knew Arlong.

If his base was burning, then come morning, he'd want to know why no one from the nearest village had come to help put it out, and Genzo had a good idea of how he'd go about asking.

He sighed and got to his feet.

"Get buckets," he said, his voice hoarse. "Anyone who can carry one. We're going after them."

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| Bell-mère's farm, on the hill outside Cocoyashi |

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Bell-mère hadn't been sleeping much lately.

Part of it was the arm. The bone was knitting fine, according to Nako, the doctor of the village, but it still throbbed every time she rolled onto it, and the sling made it impossible to find a position that didn't hurt.

The other part was because of tomorrow.

Collection day had come again.

The money was there this time, enough for her, the girls, and even that stubborn kid who hadn't shown his face in a month, thanks to half the village chipping in.

Still, money had barely stopped Arlong last time. She'd seen the look in his eyes when he talked about humans, and she knew it wouldn't take much for him to raise the price or decide that even with money, he'd rather kill them instead. There was hatred in his gaze.

So, of course, she couldn't help but worry whether everything would go well tomorrow, even with the money at hand.

Because of that, a little before midnight, she gave up on sleep altogether. She slipped out of bed without waking the girls, took a cigarette from the drawer, and went out to sit on the porch steps.

The night was cool and quiet. The village itself was out of sight from the porch, behind the slope of the hill and the rows of tangerine trees, and the only sounds were the wind moving through the leaves and the crickets in the grass.

She smoked slowly, her good arm resting on her knee as she tried not to think about tomorrow.

"Hmm...?"

Then—she noticed the glow above the northern hills.

At first she thought it was the moon coming out from behind the clouds, until she saw that it was the wrong color and in the wrong place. The light was orange and low, and a column of black and yellow smoke was rising out of it, thick enough to blot out the clouds behind it.

She slowly lowered the cigarette from her lips, flicking off the ash.

From up here, with the forest in the way, she couldn't tell where it was coming from. For all she knew, it could be the houses at the north end of Cocoyashi, or the northern part of the forest.

Either way, a fire of that size in the middle of the night meant someone was in trouble.

"Bell-mère?"

A sudden cry startled her. She turned around, finding Nojiko standing behind her in the doorway, rubbing her eyes, with Nami right behind her, wrapped in a blanket.

"I thought I smelled smoke and came out to check, then I saw the door was open a little... What are you doing out here?" Nojiko asked, then followed her gaze toward the hills and froze. "Is that... a fire?"

Nami pushed past her sister to the railing and stared at the distant lights enveloping the clouds of smoke rising into the sky, pulling the blanket tighter around her shoulders.

"Bell-mère," she said quietly. "Is that... the village?"

Bell-mère took a bit to answer, her gaze shifting between the two, and then back to the disaster.

"... I don't know. But I'm gonna go check."

Bell-mère crushed her cigarette against the railing and stood up.

Whatever was burning, if anyone was going to put it out, it'd be Genzo and the others down in Cocoyashi, with nothing but buckets and their bare hands.

Help was gonna be needed.

Broken arm or not, she wasn't going to sit on her porch and watch.

"Alright, you two, back to bed."

"What? But—"

"Bed, Nojiko. I'm just going to go check on Genzo, I'll be back before you know it." She grabbed her coat off the hook by the door and threw it over her shoulders. "And if I find out either of you left this house while I was gone, Nami's navigation books go in the closet under a lock, and Nojiko gets no dessert for a month."

Under the threat, Nojiko grumbled unsatisfied. However, Nami, strangely, didn't say anything.

Regardless, Bell-mère took that as a yes and, after making sure the two headed back inside and closed the door, headed down the path right away.

She didn't look back once as she hurried down the hill, her eyes locked on the glow above the trees.

Because of that, she didn't notice the front door opening again a minute later, nor the two small figures that slipped out of it and followed her down the path, staying just far enough behind that she wouldn't hear them.

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| The road to Arlong Park |

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It took Arlong five minutes to get back to Arlong Park, thanks to his rush.

He didn't slow down for the curves in the road, nor for the men struggling to keep up behind him—and the closer he got, the worse the smell became.

Smoke and burning wood in enormous quantities, a clear tell of the disaster his future base of operations had become—and under all of it, there was another more subtle smell that every fishman in his group recognized as they approached... but none of them wanted to accept.

Arlong's teeth ground against each other as he ran.

His base. His castle. The first stone of the fishman empire he'd sworn to build in this weak, pathetic sea. A month of work, a month of monkeys hauling rocks under his whip, and someone had set it on fire the very night before payday.

Whoever it had been... he'd make sure to rip them to shreds, that much he knew!

Finally, he came around the last bend and saw the wall.

The gate was still standing open as he had left it, but the torches that should have been burning on either side of it lay on the ground, one of them still smoldering in a puddle of something dark.

Beyond the gate, the main building was on fire. Flames were pouring out of the second and third floors, and the scaffolding he'd been admiring only a few hours ago had come down in a heap of burning planks, taking a good chunk of the top floor down with it.

Arlong slowed to a walk as he passed through the gate.

"How could this be...?"

"Our base..."

Behind him, his men finally arrived too, stopping at the gate as they glared around in horror.

Ignoring them, he kept his focus on the disaster, unblinking.

The wall on his left had been cracked open in two places, as if something heavy had been thrown into it, and the stones around the cracks were spattered with blood.

There was even more blood dragged in long smears across the courtyard. It was on the half-built tower too, and on the steps of the main building, where the heat of the fire had dried it into black streaks.

He stopped beside the wall, reached out, and touched one of the stains.

It was still warm. Maybe because of the heat around, or...

"...!"

Then, he noticed something else.

Smears on the ground that, unlike the rest, didn't wander aimlessly.

Instead, they ran straight across the stones, side by side, all... toward the pool at the center of the courtyard.

He had missed it at first because of the rest of the stains spread around Arlong Park, which painted a chaotic picture that hid the trails amidst all of the blood.

But once he noticed the pattern—it became obvious.

Arlong followed them slowly, almost dragging his feet, knowing he was about to see something he wouldn't like.

He went past the tower and toward the pool, and with every step he took, the firelight showed him more of it.

The pool had been dug out to connect the park to the sea, deep and wide enough for his whole crew to swim in at once.

Tonight, the water was red.

And only once he stood at the edge did he see why.

"..."

His brothers were at the bottom of it.

Through the red water, he could make out their shapes lying on the floor of the pool, piled where they'd been thrown in, some face-down and some on their backs with their eyes still open, a few still clutching their weapons.

He counted ten before he made himself stop counting.

All of the brothers he'd left behind to guard this place.

Not a single one of them was moving, even in the water, the natural environment of fishmen, where they became twice as strong.

They didn't move.

"N-niu..." Hachi's voice came out as a whimper from somewhere behind him as he approached, catching the meaning of Arlong's silence as he stared down the water even without having to see it. "Arlong-san... all of them are...?"

Arlong didn't answer.

He remained at the edge of the pool, Kiribachi hanging from his hand, and looked at the water for a long time without moving. The fire crackled behind him, and every now and then something collapsed inside the building with a groan, but he heard none of it.

His hand, the one that held the sword, had started to shake.

The villagers of Cocoyashi arrived a few minutes later, out of breath and carrying whatever buckets and pails they'd managed to grab on the way out.

They stopped dead at the gate.

"It's... gone," a young man whispered, his bucket hanging forgotten from his hand. "They burned the whole thing..."

"Not the whole thing," an older man muttered beside him. "The wall's still up, look... And you know who's gonna be rebuilding the rest of it."

"Shut up," a woman behind them hissed, hitting both with her shoulder. "Look around."

The older man followed her gaze, and so did the people around them.

""...!!""

There was blood on the walls, smeared across the stones, and the water of the pool was red.

Although they couldn't see the bodies, the atmosphere around told them all they needed to know.

One by one, as the realization dawned, they went silent.

Genzo stood at the front of the group, his hand still rubbing his sore throat as he saw the disaster before him.

As the realization settled in him too, cold sweat began running down his back as his eyes went to Arlong, worried about how he would react now.

'Maybe bringing the villagers here was an error.' He thought, swallowing nervously as he stared at the silent fishman's back.

While he was wondering what might be the best move in a tense situation like this, where they might just become the target of Arlong's venting—hurried footsteps suddenly sounded from the coast road behind the crowd, coming closer to the gate.

Seconds later, Bell-mère reached the back of the group out of breath, her coat half falling off her shoulders and her free hand pressed against the sling to keep her arm from jolting.

"Excuse me... coming through..."

She squeezed her way between the villagers, ignoring the looks some of them gave her, until she reached the front, right beside Genzo.

Then she looked past the gate, and stopped.

Her eyes went from the burning building to the cracked wall, then to the blood smeared across the stones, and finally to the red water of the pool. She stood there for a long moment, taking all of it in.

Then—

"Heh."

That was when Arlong turned around.

He walked back toward the gate slowly, his shoulders hunched and the blade of Kiribachi scraping across the stones behind him.

His men moved aside to let him pass without a word.

He stopped a few meters away from the villagers and looked at them. His eyes were bloodshot, and his lips were pulled back from his teeth.

"You," he said. "You monkeys came to watch?"

"W-we came to help with the fire—"

"Shut up."

Arlong raised Kiribachi and pointed it at the crowd. The tip of it shook, letting out a small chilling ring through the air.

"I don't care who did this anymore. I don't care if you called them, or if you hid them, or if you just closed your eyes and let them pass. Tomorrow, I'll start with your village." His voice was rising with every word. "I'll take every head in Cocoyashi and put it on a stake, and I'll carry those stakes across every village of these islands, so every monkey in this sea learns what happens when you lay a hand on a fishman! Do you hear me?! EVERY ONE OF YOU—"

—Shing!—

With every villager's eye on Arlong, and every fishman's eye on the villagers, nobody saw the shadow that shot out of the wreckage of the burning building.

In a single burst, it crossed the twenty meters to the gate, and its blade cut down the two fishmen at the back of the group before either of them could turn.

It swung again before they had even fallen.

—Kashiiin!—

The next two jerked back at the last instant, whether by luck or impressive instinct, and instead of their heads, it cost them a chest opened to the bone and an arm taken off at the elbow.

"Niu!"

—CLANG!—

The shadow swung a third time, and only then was it stopped, as four of Hachi's swords came up in its way with a screech of steel.

Then, just as fast as it had appeared, the blur jumped back, flipped once in the air, and landed on a broken slab of the wall six or seven meters away from them.

It was done in less than four seconds.

The two fishmen at the back lay where they'd fallen, dead, and the two wounded ones were dragging themselves back toward the gate, leaving trails of blood behind them, in no shape to fight anymore.

The rest stood frozen, staring between their fallen brothers and the figure on the slab.

It was small, with a black leather jacket soaked dark with blood, and a sword in its right hand that was dripping onto the stone at its feet.

A kid.

Arlong didn't look at the slab, not at first.

His eyes went to the two brothers lying face-down by the gate, then to the other two dragging themselves away through their own blood, one of them pressing a hand to the stump of his arm, slowly losing consciousness. For a second or two, the fire, the villagers and the culprit stopped existing to him.

He took a step toward them before he even realized he had, before he then stopped himself, realigning his priorities.

Only then did his eyes rise to the culprit, bloodlust emanating from his very gaze as he realized the cause of all this had finally shown itself.

"YOU—!"

But as his gaze landed on the short and young figure, all the rage on his face gave way to blank confusion.

He knew that face.

He'd seen it a month ago, in a farmhouse in the middle of a forest, calmly holding out a stack of bills like it was nothing to him.

"...You," Arlong muttered, eyes widening like he had seen a ghost. "You're the little monkey from the farm...!"

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And now we're going to see the consequences of not using his Sunglasses Bandit identity to pull this off. Cause he's already been identified as a "villager", and now he just pissed off the pirate with a whole village's worth of hostages and collateral damage not a few feet away.
 
And now we're going to see the consequences of not using his Sunglasses Bandit identity to pull this off. Cause he's already been identified as a "villager", and now he just pissed off the pirate with a whole village's worth of hostages and collateral damage not a few feet away.
It's all right just NPCs.
 

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