The second sword was a cutlass. It was pure white, reminding him of Zoro's Wado Ichimonji, only there was a blue tint to the whole thing. It was like he was looking at a sword carved out of a piece of solid ice.
"I see they've caught your eye."
Peter looked up from the weapons to finally take in the sight of the middle aged man behind the counter. The mans beard was amazing, but that wasn't important. Peter nodded his head, "They're both beautiful, what are their names?"
The man pointed to the katana, "Inazuma." He moved to the cutlass, "Korikiru"
Peter didn't beat around the bush, "How much?"
The man snorted, "Korikiru is a wazamono, three million. Inazuma though? That's one of the ryowazamono, ten million."
Peter whistled. Inazuma was one of the fifty skillful grade swords, that was something else. He turned to look at Sakuya, "Pay the man."
The man blinked in surprise when Sakuya, whom he'd barely noticed, stepped past Peter and set a duffle bag on the counter. Opening it revealed stacks of cash wrapped together. She quickly counted out stacks of one hundred thousand Belly until she'd placed the full thirteen million on the counter. The shop keepers eyes widened with each stack until the man was grinning ear from ear, "Pleasure doin' business with ya!"
Peter left the shop with Inazuma strapped to his waist while Korikiru rested inside of the duffle bag that Sakuya carried. Seeing the lightning themed katana had stirred Peter's emotions and he now really wished to learn how to use it properly. He would have to join Alex and Artoria for their sparring sessions so he could learn alongside them.
After they'd walked a fair distance away, the man behind the counter smirked and called out, "Boy!"
A kid, no more than eleven or twelve, walked out from the back of the shop, "Run off to Morgan's and tell him to hunt down that fool and get back the swords." His smiled turned decidedly cruel, "He can keep that pretty maid and half the cash."
The boy bobbed his head and took off out of the store at a run.
Erina hummed a tune that Ai got stuck in her heard while she explored with Mera. The two had struck a bit of a friendship after Erina learned that Mera was the one to go to for the freshest fish. Mera enjoyed Erina's cooking of said fish so they'd become friends over good food. Even if they couldn't stand each other they would be cordial just to keep their master happy. Though the only one who called him master anymore was Sakuya.
Erina was on the hunt for two things. First, a better set of knives. The ones she had were decent, but they could be better. Second, a nice clothing store. Cross Island had a very bland selection of clothing due to its nature as a hospital island and she wanted more daring clothing that showed off her figure. Mera joined her for the second reason as she took wanted nicer clothing. Erina was pretty sure all the girls did while Alex and the captain seemed content in just about anything.
Men.
Currently she and Mera were in a store that specialized in swim and beach wear. Mostly bathing suits, beach dresses, sarongs, and sandals. Mera was looking for a bathing suit that could withstand her swimming speeds. For obvious reasons she'd skipped right over the two piece swim suits and focused on the one piece ones. Currently she was modeling a dark green suit with a pattern that looked like stylized fish scales. The suit revealed plenty of her cleavage but still had nice and thick shoulder straps that would keep it from rolling off of her body at high speeds.
Erina looked it over with a critical eye before giving Mera a thumbs up, "It looks good! It really goes well with your hair."
Mera looked at herself in the mirror and smiled brightly, "I'll take it then."
Aside from a practical suit for Mera, the both of them bought several different outfits just for lounging around in the sun. Erina really wanted to work on her tan. The memories of the woman she was based on bothered her for just how crazy focused she was on cooking and only cooking. That wasn't a life! She loved cooking, and pretty much had to do her own cooking as everyone else food tasted like hot garbage to her. But that didn't mean she wanted it to consume her life! She might not want to fight, but she could find other ways to live her life to the fullest and have fun doing it.
Mera came out of the dressing area once more still wearing the green scaled suit, but she'd added a translucent sarong around her waist and wedge sandals with straps that wound around her legs up to her knees. With her wavy bright red hair flowing free and her eyes sparkling, she looked divine.
Erina had already picked out much of what she wanted, mostly in white, with a few flower patterns here and there thrown in for a splash of color. After paying the bill, the pair left the shop only to run into a sight they'd hoped to avoid.
Right outside of the shop were six scruffy looking men 'casually' standing in a semicircle around the front door of the clothing shop. Each of them was armed with a wooden club and mocking grin. The apparent leader stepped forward while threateningly bouncing his bat on the palm of his hand so it let out a meaty 'thwack' with each hit, "Well well well. Ain't you a pair o' right beauties! Me'in tha boys was thinkin' you should join us for a bit o' fun, eh boys?"
The five other guys chuckled and leered at the two women. Even a blind fool could tell what the men before them were after. Mera looked at the leader, a scrawny man in ragged clothing with long black greasy hair and a hooked nose with a massive wart on the end of it. He looked like he hadn't bathed in months, at least, and smelled like it too. She was disgusted to the point of not even wanting to punch the man for fear of how filthy her hands would get.
Mera stepped protectively in from of Erina, not because Erina was weak, but because Erina chose not to be a fighter. Of course, Erina was more than capable of handling all six of the men before them without even breaking a sweat. Yet, she would leave it up to Mera. Her hands were meant to prepare food, not teach fools lessons in pain.
Mera glared at the leader of the group, "Leave now, or leave broken."
The man laughed, "Ya hear that boys?" The other men laughed, "I like ya girlie, ya got spirit. I can't wait ta break it!"
The man hefted his club and charged toward Mera with the clear intent of beating her into submission. He only got as close as the furthest distance Mera could punch him from. No one watching but Erina saw Mera move. One moment the filthy man was charging at her, the next there was a resounding crack and the man was slamming into the wall of the building across the street. Everyone watching looked at the now unconscious thug with a shattered nose and likely cracked skull in shock.
The remaining five thugs looked between Mera and their leader, then they chose the dumb option. One of the thugs shouted, "Get 'er!" and all of them charged. Seconds later all five were on the ground either unconscious or groaning in pain from their broken bones. Mera huffed and brushed her hair over her shoulder, "Come on Erina, let's head back to the ship