Chapter 014: The Pirate King Came to Mooch Food and Drinks!
The charcoal fire burned brightly.
A tantalizing aroma filled the air.
Large chunks of roast meat were skewered on long swords, sizzling over the hot charcoal fire.
Koushirou looked at the Pirate King, who was sprinkling pepper on the roast meat with one hand and holding a longsword laden with meat in the other, eating with his mouth full of grease. The corner of Koushirou's mouth twitched slightly, and he felt like dying.
The old master was absolutely right!!
There isn't a single good person in the Roger Pirates!!
They are all a bunch of mooching bastards!!
"Want a bite?"
Seeing the dejected Koushirou, Roger scratched his head rather embarrassedly and handed a sword over to him with a smile.
Koushirou looked at the longsword, which had been turned red by the charcoal fire, and felt his heart bleeding.
This damn old bastard!
Although the weapons in his dojo weren't famous swords worth cities, he had spent quite a bit of his private savings to buy them!
It wasn't easy to open a dojo in a small place like the East Blue.
His students were all incredibly poor. The only promising one, that green-haired brat, went off to become a pirate after setting sail and didn't even send some money back home to his master.
His hard-saved private stash was almost completely spent on meat by the two bastards in front of him.
What made Koushirou want to cry even more was that Roger had taken a bite out of the roast meat he was offering...
"No thanks!"
Koushirou was fuming and said angrily.
Roger became even happier.
"Haha, if you don't want it, that's great, I'm starving."
"That guy Oden was right; the Shimotsuki family's swords are not bad for fighting, but they're top-notch for roasting meat!"
Before he finished speaking, he stuffed another large piece of roast meat into his mouth, his cheeks bulging.
Koushirou was speechless. He had run a dojo all his life, but he never expected the legendary Pirate King to come to his house to mooch food!
What kind of logic is this?
You say, is it really okay for a dignified Pirate King to disregard his image like this?
It's a waste of those young people's admiration and yearning for him...
Seeing Roger eating the roast meat, then suddenly sticking a greasy finger into his nostril to pick it, and then using the same hand to tear at the meat...
Koushirou, who had received a good upbringing and etiquette education as a Samurai, almost fainted and died on the spot.
Pirate King!?
"That... Sir Liu Feng, what is the purpose of your visit this time?"
Koushirou decided not to talk to that goofball Roger and simply turned his head to ask Liu Feng, who was quietly eating roast meat.
He could tell.
Pirate King Roger, who was publicly executed twenty-two years ago, had been resurrected by this mysterious young Great Swordsman in front of him.
Looking at it this way, the disturbances reported in Loguetown earlier were also his handiwork.
Right now, although Koushirou didn't know the purpose of these two men, he didn't sense any hostility from them.
Samurai of Wano Country were different from swordsmen in other places.
Besides swordsmanship, they also had to train their will and cultivation; in short, training the heart.
Therefore, generally speaking, powerful Samurai possessed a tenacious and unyielding heart of a powerhouse. No matter who it was, facing any powerful force or influence, it was impossible to make this group of guys full of integrity and a sense of responsibility bow their heads.
This was also what made people on the sea admire and fear the Samurai of Wano Country the most.
Their temperament was incomparably fierce, and in their bones, they possessed a dignity and pride that did not allow them to bow their heads.
When fighting them, there were only two options: kill or be killed.
It was precisely for this reason that Samurai of Wano Country were particularly sensitive to killing intent, and Koushirou trusted his senses.
These two men were not here to cause him trouble.
Of course, the most important thing was that he didn't know why Pirate King Roger, who never resigned himself to be beneath others and always wanted to be the boss in everything, looked as if he was following the lead of this young man, Liu Feng.
The significance of this was intriguing.
Liu Feng slowly put down the bone in his hand, wiped his hands and mouth with a cloth, and sat up straight.
"Wano Country is about to experience turmoil."
Astonishing words!
Without hiding anything, he got straight to the point.
The air suddenly fell into a brief silence, with only the sound of Roger chomping on roast meat.
The charcoal fire crackled, and amidst the rising heat, mist fogged up Koushirou's glasses.
"Sir Liu Feng, who exactly are you?"
He suddenly looked up abruptly.
Those eyes that were usually narrowed burst forth with a stunning light, staring fixedly at Liu Feng as if trying to see some secrets from the changes in the latter's expression.
Liu Feng remained unmoved, his expression still as calm as the clouds and breeze.
He smiled and said:
"I believe you can see it too."
"With the end of the Paramount War, the situation in the New World has lost the check and balance of Whitebeard, and the sea will become increasingly chaotic."
"That madman Kaido won't let go of such an opportunity."
"A world war is about to break out."
"Do you think Wano Country, as the world's largest weapon exporter, can be spared from this disaster?"
He held up a finger and wagged it.
"I believe you, living in seclusion in the East Blue, have heard about what kind of people Kurozumi Orochi and Kaido are."
"As for your question about who I exactly am, you can understand it this way..."
He pointed at Roger beside him and said with a smile:
"I am a dream fulfiller."