After leaving Shimotsuki Village—
Yuta didn't stop moving.
His next destination was clear.
"…Loguetown."
But this time—
His purpose was different.
"…Tashigi."
Finding her there would be easier than searching island by island.
"…Better chance here."
He didn't want her to fully become part of the Marines yet.
If that happened—
It would be harder for her to leave later.
"…I should meet her now."
Yuta rose into the air again.
And began flying across the sea.
Just like before—
He traveled steadily.
Stopping when needed.
Eating.
Resting.
Then continuing.
After some time—
Loguetown appeared once more.
He landed in the forest outside the town.
"…Same approach."
No attention.
No suspicion.
Then he walked into the town.
This time—
He went straight to the Marine base.
Inside—
Some Marines immediately recognized him.
"…Silent Grave…"
"…He's back…"
There was tension in the air.
But also expectation.
Yuta walked forward calmly.
"…I need bounty information."
He said.
"…From one to ten million."
The Marine in front of him didn't hesitate.
"…Yes!"
They quickly gathered the bounty posters.
Not just that—
They also provided detailed information.
Locations.
Last sightings.
Movements.
Everything.
One Marine muttered quietly—
"…You're going to clear them again…"
Yuta looked through the list.
"…Eighteen."
He said.
That number was low.
Very low.
A Marine explained—
"…After your name spread…"
"…A lot of people stopped becoming pirates."
Another added—
"…The rest are hiding."
Yuta nodded slightly.
"…Understood."
He took the information and left immediately.
The hunt began again.
Yuta moved across the East Blue.
Tracking.
Finding.
Eliminating.
At first—
Everything went smoothly.
One crew.
Then another.
Clean.
Fast.
Silent.
Just like before.
Over time—
He also gathered loot.
Money.
Valuables.
Weapons.
From pirate ships and hideouts.
Not wasted.
Collected.
By the end of the hunts—
That alone amounted to around 20 million Beli.
But after a few months—
Things changed.
Pirates disappeared.
Hideouts empty.
No movement.
"…They're hiding."
Yuta said calmly.
Rumors had spread again.
The Silent Grave was active.
And this time—
They ran before he arrived.
Another month passed.
Still—
Nothing.
Out of eighteen crews—
Yuta only eliminated seven.
"…Enough."
He said.
No need to waste more time.
He returned to Loguetown.
At the Marine base—
The reaction came again.
Shock.
Silence.
The heads were placed down.
Proof.
Clear.
Real.
The Marines processed everything.
Then gave the result.
"…Forty million Beli."
That was the total bounty from the heads.
Yuta nodded.
"…Good."
He accepted it.
After leaving the base—
He calculated everything.
Loot from hunting—
20 million.
Bounty from heads—
40 million.
And his previous money—
Combined together—
"…One hundred million."
He said quietly.
More than enough.
Yuta walked through the streets of Loguetown calmly.
No rush.
No pressure.
Then—
He saw her.
A Marine uniform.
Short hair.
Glasses.
Carrying a sword.
Yuta stopped.
"…Tashigi."
At the same time—
Tashigi noticed him.
Her eyes widened.
Recognition.
"…Silent Grave…"
His name had already spread across East Blue.
Her eyes lit up.
Not fear—
But curiosity.
Yuta walked toward her.
Stopped in front of her.
Then—
He looked at her carefully.
From head to toe.
Observing.
Tashigi became nervous.
"…W-what are you doing?"
She asked.
Uncertain.
After a moment—
Yuta spoke.
"…Do you have a sister?"
Tashigi blinked.
"…What?"
She frowned slightly.
"…No."
Yuta continued calmly.
"…Your face looks almost exactly like someone I know."
Tashigi paused.
Didn't know how to respond.
"…Someone?"
Yuta nodded.
"…Her name is Kuina."
Silence.
Tashigi froze slightly.
Then—
Yuta spoke again.
"…I can take you to her."
A pause.
"…Do you want to go?"
Her expression changed.
Surprised.
Confused.
Excited.
Nervous.
All at once.
She didn't answer immediately.
Yuta looked at her.
Then turned slightly.
"…Meet me here tomorrow."
He said calmly.
Then walked away.
Tashigi stood there.
Still processing everything.
Her heart beating faster.
Her mind filled with questions.
But one thing was certain—
Tomorrow—
Would change everything.