Under the sales stimulus of the East Blue News, the headquarters of the World Economic News was also alerted.
Although Jon didn't make it to the main headlines, all three top spots were given to him.
After some fermentation, the reputation of Jon the Demon Slayer had already spread from the East Blue outwards.
This wasn't the end of it.
Some idiot wrote the headline, "Jon is best at using a sword," which garnered countless people's approval!
The analysis was well-reasoned.
They even showed a picture of the Murakumo hanging from Jon's waist.
One of the 50 Ryo Wazamono!
Although it had never been used, it was enough to prove that Jon was a powerful swordsman!
The reason he didn't use a sword to kill Buggy was because Buggy wasn't worthy of Jon drawing his sword!!
"This, this flattery is too exaggerated…"
Jon looked at the newspaper.
Feeling Makino's adoring gaze, he couldn't help but blush.
He felt like he was experiencing what Buggy felt during the Marineford War.
Buggy merely said a few words and was hailed as an Emperor-level figure on par with Whitebeard.
He was pretty much in the same boat now…
'Is this the hidden effect of the innate leadership trait? It's truly amazing.'
Jon's eyelids twitched, momentarily at a loss for words.
If it was just mindless flattery, he would, of course, be happy, as he also needed fame.
But—
"Why are they praising me as a swordsman!?"
And the strongest swordsman in the East Blue?
Please, are they serious?!
His amateurish swordsmanship was nowhere near presentable, and the sword hanging at his waist was there because he forgot to take it off.
And Buggy wasn't worthy of him drawing his sword…
"Isn't this just setting me up for failure?"
Jon propped his head up, feeling a headache.
Would swordsmen come knocking on his door in the future, wanting to spar and challenge him?
But this was also reasonable.
After all, the front-page headline of the newspaper had a striking photo:
A young man with a sword hanging from his waist, an aloof demeanor, standing on a pirate's lion-like body, full of heroic spirit.
At first glance, it really gave off the feeling of "without drawing his sword, he is already invincible in the world."
"ε=(′ο｀*)))Sigh"
Jon sighed deeply, thinking it was really troublesome.
Koshiro, however, misinterpreted his meaning and smiled even more:
"To be famous throughout the East Blue yet still troubled, it seems you are also a person who is indifferent to fame and fortune."
He expressed his admiration, looking at Jon as if he were a kindred spirit.
Jon felt a shiver down his spine from his gaze.
He was afraid this guy would suddenly get a whim and invite him to spar in swordsmanship.
At that time, he would use Tekkai, Soru, Shigan, and Plunder…
He wouldn't even need Kuina as his wife anymore.
Fortunately, Jon's wild thoughts didn't come true, as a graceful figure broke the silent stillness.
"Father."
The cool-looking black-haired girl pushed open the door and said indifferently, "The food is ready. You can take the guests over. I still need to practice swordsmanship, so I won't, won't… Eh!???"
She suddenly exclaimed, her eyes fixed on Jon, her surprise undisguised: "Mr. Jon? Why are you here?!"
Thump thump thump~!
Before Jon could reply, she ran straight over, hugged Jon's arm, pinched his cheek, and pressed his muscles. "It's really Mr. Jon!!"
Jon's heart skipped a beat, and he reached out, firmly grabbing the mischievous little hand at his waist.
"Hmph~!"
Makino pouted and turned her head away, her jealousy overflowing.
Jon looked at Koshiro, who smiled widely:
"This is my daughter, Kuina. She's been quite fascinated by your newspaper articles recently and secretly holds your photo at night."
Jon: "…"
It seemed his letter to Koshiro had worked.
Using Madam Shyarly of Fish-Man Island as an excuse, he successfully saved Kuina's life.
Indeed, this girl looked exactly like Tashigi.
"Father!!!"
Kuina's forehead showed a "#" mark as Koshiro revealed her embarrassing secret: "What holding photos, don't talk nonsense!"
"Talking nonsense?"
Koshiro mischievously said, "I've seen it several times. Do you really think I don't know? Kuina is really easily embarrassed, but why are you still holding his arm and not letting go?"
o(///▽///)q
Kuina gasped, her cheeks flushed, a tender pink spreading from her earlobes down to her neck.
She quickly released his arm and bowed to Jon, apologizing: "I'm so sorry! Mr. Jon!"
"It's alright."
Jon smiled and shook his head. Kuina was at the age of idol worship, like a fan girl of some idol on Earth.
It was normal to feel close to an idol, and it would be much easier to tease her.
"Hmm?" Kuina then noticed there was another woman beside Jon: "When did you come in? Are you Mr. Jon's companion?"
Makino: "…"
She cursed inwardly!
......
After a brief introduction, Kuina politely nodded to Makino, then her gaze returned to Jon.
A young girl just entering puberty was easily attracted to beautiful people.
"Mr. Jon."
Kuina pondered for a moment, then couldn't help but say, "Are you just passing through Shimotsuki Village? Why don't you stay a few more days? It's a rare opportunity, and I'd like to ask you for guidance on swordsmanship."
She just had to bring that up.
"There's no rush for that."
Jon chuckled, then looked sideways at Koshiro to change the subject: "How about we go eat first?"