[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-from-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse":3,"chapter-from-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse-from-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse-chapter-54":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","From Thunder Breathing to the Multiverse",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1676188,2141,"Chapter 54 54: Hunted by Two Slave Trader Gangs at Once","from-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse-chapter-54",54,"\u003Cp>Drawing on fishing experience from his old life on Earth, plus a solid grasp of modern angling theory…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tachibana Kyūjō finally reeled in his fishing line after three long hours.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because he wanted to give up. But because, well… even the last moldy scrap of bread he'd been using as bait had been eaten or washed away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fish around here weren't just ignoring him—they were visibly disgusted by his bait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching them swim by with that arrogant flick of the fin, not even giving his line a glance, made Kyūjō want to dive in and grab them with his bare hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But one glance at his small, undernourished body reminded him he'd probably drown before even touching a scale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What's that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You're saying he failed? That he went home empty-handed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No way. Kyūjō would never let himself be called a fisherman who returned with nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he couldn't catch fish... well, there was always citrus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With movements like a midnight thief, Kyūjō slung his fishing pole over one shoulder and crept toward the nearest tangerine grove.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, his senses were now sharp—nearly on par with mid-level Kenbunshoku Haki—so slipping past the guards was a breeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Day one in this world, and it looked like citrus would be his main source of calories once again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to be fair, these oranges were amazing. They reminded him of Mikan from his hometown—except they were almost twice the size. Kyūjō ended up devouring over a hundred in one sitting before he finally felt full.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stuffed a few dozen more into a makeshift sack and headed home, where he cleared out piles of junk and trash that had built up over who-knows-how-long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He managed to patch together a decent set of clothes. Nothing fancy—but wearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that, he made his way back to the beach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn't had a proper bath in years—and at this point, his body had basically evolved a layer of grime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That evening, under the fading sky, he bathed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just to clean off the dirt—but to wash away the helplessness that had clung to him since the day he woke up in this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— — —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning, Kyūjō woke up bleary-eyed. After relieving himself—and noting how strong his body smelled like tangerines—he decided to try a new approach today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the sea wouldn't feed him, maybe the forest could?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two hours later...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd only managed to find a handful of bird eggs, and his stomach still grumbled in protest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he kept this up, the birds would go extinct before the week was over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This world had no mercy for the weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— — —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two months had flown by since Kyūjō started using earthworms as bait. Since then, his fishing skills had skyrocketed—back to veteran level, or maybe even better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Part of it was instinct. A different kind of instinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something refined. Sharpened. Like a blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn't learned Kenbunshoku Haki yet, not in the formal sense, but... he was getting close to something similar. A premonition-like awareness that he quietly nurtured on his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From palm-sized minnows to massive open-water fish, his haul grew with his strength and stamina.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In just two months, Kyūjō had pulled himself out of chronic malnutrition through a steady diet of fish, forest fruits, and his own customized Thunder Breathing ver. 1.0.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't stop there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He started saving money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After selling his catches and odd jobs around the coastal town, he'd managed to save up around 2,000 Berry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Note: 16 Berry = 1 yen in local exchange rate.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the moment he had enough to spare, he didn't hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dropped 1,600 Berry on a secondhand flintlock pistol and a low-quality dagger that probably wouldn't last more than a week in combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Money's a tool, not the goal,\" he muttered while checking the rusty edge. \"What matters is staying alive.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a weapon in his hands for the first time in this world… he finally felt a sliver of security.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— — —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But why the rush?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why arm himself so suddenly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this world—One Piece's world—was cruel, chaotic, and full of monsters in human skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō had spent two months trying to stay under the radar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But trouble?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It found him anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just yesterday, while selling his catch in the West Harbor Market of Loguetown, Kyūjō realized something chilling—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two different slave-trading gangs had started watching him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two. At the same time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, his hearing was sharp—unnaturally sharp. He'd caught pieces of their conversation just by walking past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first group wanted to capture him and ship him to Sabaody Archipelago—where the Tenryuubito picked out their slaves like livestock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second group was even worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They planned to \"train\" him into a personal pet… then sell him to one of those depraved nobles who had a thing for young boys.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This world… was soaked in darkness. And the number of slave traders? Beyond counting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he had still been the clueless, half-feral boy from two months ago—without his memories, without his will—he probably would have vanished into that system. Sold off like cargo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, he was dirty, skinny, and always covered in mud. Even the slave traders thought he was too filthy and useless to bother with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After months of cleaning himself up, eating right, and rebuilding his body—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His true appearance was beginning to show: a clean-faced, soft-featured boy with naturally gentle eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exactly the kind of \"product\" certain nobles paid top Berry for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— — —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, under the shadow of the crescent moon, Kyūjō crept toward the western harbor again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One hand gripped a short dagger in a reverse grip. A pistol was tucked at his waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You're the ones who marked me first, Kyūjō thought coldly. So don't blame me for hitting first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wouldn't let rot take root. Not here. Not in his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the market, a man named Vigu was on night watch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned against the wall, puffing on cheap tobacco to keep himself awake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What the hell's our boss thinking?\" he muttered. \"He act like we're the Navy or something.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shift rotations? Guard duty? We're smugglers, not soldiers.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vigu wasn't a fool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were scum—and they knew it. That's why they only targeted kids.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weak. The lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before another thought could enter his head, a soft voice came from the shadows beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vigu turned his head—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp sting flared across his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened his mouth to scream, but a small hand clamped down hard, silencing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dagger—blunt and rusted—bit into his neck over and over in a jagged sawing motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood sprayed against the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His vision blurred. His strength drained. And as darkness took him, Vigu had one final, pathetic thought:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why didn't he buy a better blade...? Why... make me suffer like this...?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō didn't flinch. His expression was blank—emotionless, like an executioner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when the man stopped moving did he loosen his grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō quickly checked the corpse's belt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This pistol's better than mine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pocketed it, wiped the blood from his blade, and bit down on the hilt to free both hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, with a light leap, he vaulted over the outer wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His target: the gang's safehouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moved like mist, silent and unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a ghost armed with steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— — —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time dawn broke...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The job was done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every single member of that first slave-trading gang had been eliminated. Quietly. Efficiently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō returned home with two locked chests filled with Berry and several long blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat before the open haul, expression unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Guess the rumors were true,\" he muttered. \"Build a bridge, no one remembers your name... burn one down, and you're swimming in gold.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rough count?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two million Berry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hid the money well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dagger was gone—replaced now by a real sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't finished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other group—the twisted nobles' lapdogs—they were still alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Kyūjō had made up his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They don't deserve to live.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers closed tight around the hilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breathing stilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just like that... he vanished once more into the dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tonight's blood had only just begun to spill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The novel has finally reached Volume 2 🎉\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thank you so much for following the journey this far—it truly means a lot!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>✨ If you'd like to continue reading ahead, Volume 2 is already fully available on Patreon, and we're getting very close to the end of this volume. 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