Chapter 51: Black Leg Zoro and Three Sword Style Sanji

"What a pity, Buggy."

On the deck of the Orange Town, Siano gripped his fishing rod, set down the newspaper he had just bought, and laughed until he was bent double.

It wasn't his fault for scamming people.

With Arlong dead, the East Blue was left with nothing but a school of small fry; there was simply no second character who fit the description of "hiding true talent" mentioned in Nezumi's Den Den Mushi call.

Since there was no other way, the great God Buggy would just have to take the fall for this black pot.

Considering he was a holder of Conqueror's Haki luck, he shouldn't capsize over such a minor storm.

In truth, the purge fleet dispatched by Marine Headquarters might not necessarily intend to wipe out the Buggy Pirates completely.

As long as they could scare them out of the East Blue and force them into the Grand Line, the mission would be considered accomplished.

The Four Blues are the fundamental base of the World Government's rule; their population and landmass far surpass those of the Grand Line, and the East Blue, having enjoyed peace since Roger's execution, could not tolerate any major turmoil.

The Grand Line, on the other hand, was more like a battle royale track prepared for pirates; there was no need for excessive intervention, as they would kill each other off until only a fraction remained.

The fishing rod remained quietly in his hand, transmitting no movement whatsoever.

Siano didn't mind.

Fishing was a hobby he had cultivated in his previous life as a corporate slave, one he hadn't touched much since being reborn.

Now, he was only doing it to adjust his mindset, which had been too tense and not yet fully recovered to normal; he had casually used half a piece of red bean bread as bait, never expecting any stupid fish to take the hook.

"Boss."

A skinny voice came from the lookout tower, "We can already see Shimotsuki Village ahead; we'll arrive in at most another half hour."

"Is that so?"

Siano was somewhat surprised; it was more than half a day faster than he had anticipated. Arlong's ship indeed had a decent speed.

He set the fishing rod aside, turned his head, and gazed into the distance at the horizon, where he could indeed vaguely make out the silhouette of an island.

This visit to Shimotsuki Village was not only to shear some wool but also to resolve the matter of Zeff's broken leg.

Originally, he believed the best solution would be for the trading market to refresh and offer some miraculous pill capable of regenerating flesh and blood.

Such things were rare, but he was not in a hurry; after all, there were several years until the agreed-upon date, so he could just wait patiently.

But unexpectedly, two months ago when he bought "Iron Bone," he had coincidentally refreshed this item—

【Genos's Cyborg Leg】

【Type: Equipment】

【Price: 625 Points】

【Description: A mechanical leg modified by Dr. Kuseno in the world of One Punch Man; it can automatically adjust to fit disabled individuals of various heights and body types and possesses a self-repair function】

【Seller's Note: Finally found a valuable Sacrifice, wait, why is a baldy walking toward me with a black face?】

It seemed this plan wasn't bad either; it belonged to the glorious category of evolution.

Siano bought it on the spot, preparing to deliver it to Zeff.

However.

If this happened, what would the old man's title become when he sailed with him in the future...

Siano shrugged his shoulders and glanced at his remaining points again.

Over the past year, aside from buying the cultivation manuals for the "Six Styles" and the "Flesh Smelting Method" whenever available, he hadn't spent recklessly.

Adding to that the earnings from the Arlong Pirates and Nezumi over the past few days, his remaining points were now exactly 36,000, only two or three thousand less than a year ago.

"There's nothing worth buying this month; I'll have to wait until next month to see."

Siano pinched his chin, deep in thought, when the fishing rod under his feet suddenly trembled and slid toward the outside of the ship; he hastily stepped on it.

He could still avoid going home empty-handed even with this?!

Gripping the rod with one hand to gauge its weight, it felt quite heavy, estimated at over a hundred jin; overjoyed, Siano immediately yanked hard—

Swish, a seaweed-headed youth, stubbornly holding his neck and biting a red bean bread, was pulled out of the water, turning his head in confusion to look over.

"..."

After locking eyes for a moment, three black lines floated on Siano's forehead.

"Why is it you!!!" both shouted in unison.

One hour later, on a country road leading to the Isshin Dojo.

"So, you were just doing the breaststroke around the entire island twenty times to train your leg muscles?"

"Yeah, that's the goal Uncle Zeff set for me."

Zoro walked at the very front, holding seven or eight red bean buns in both hands and wolfing them down, "It's exhausting; I only swam twelve laps before I got starving, otherwise I wouldn't have been caught by your bread!"

"Oh, is that so... Wait, no, that doesn't make sense?" Siano widened his eyes, "Instead of practicing your swordsmanship properly and catching up to Sister Sister Guyina, why are you running off to learn leg techniques?"

Could it be that after being beaten brutally by Sister Sister Guyina for another year, he had lost all confidence?

"It's not that at all!"

Zoro caught Siano's meaning and couldn't help but shout, "It's that arrogant curly-browed brat! He started learning leg techniques from Uncle Zeff over half a year ago, progressed quite smoothly, got praised by Uncle a few times, and then came to show off in front of me; I really couldn't stand it, so I started too..."

Siano, with quick eyes and fast hands, grabbed Zoro, who was marching blindly to the right, "Where are you going? It's to the left!"

Damn it, I remembered the path after visiting just once; how do you manage to go the wrong way every single day on this road!

"Oh, seems like it is indeed the left."

Zoro scratched his head, "Anyway, I also started training leg techniques with Uncle Zeff, but I haven't neglected my swordsmanship! I just want to prove to that damn curly-brow that my talent is much stronger than his; it's just one leg technique, I can master it by casually dedicating a few hours each day!"

As he spoke.

The group followed Zoro and arrived at the entrance of the Isshin Dojo.

Before even entering the gate, they saw in the courtyard a blond, curly-browed youth holding a bamboo sword in each hand and biting a third one in his mouth; he had planted his stance firmly and was swinging the swords rapidly, striking the surrounding wooden posts with loud clapping sounds.

"..."

Siano fell silent.

He took a step back, glanced at the signboard; this was the One Sword Dojo, he hadn't gone the wrong way.

"I say, Zoro..." Nojiko poked Zoro's arm and whispered sneakily, "That guy looks so strange; why does he insist on biting another one in his mouth too?"

"It's pretty stupid, right? I think so too!"

Zoro took a bite of his red bean bun, sneered, and said, "This guy saw that I'm an extraordinary two-sword style swordsman, so just to prove he's stronger, he clamped a blade in his mouth too and even claimed to be some kind of three-sword style swordsman! What a lunatic; who fights like that!"

"It is very stupid." Nami and Nojiko nodded in deep agreement.

At this moment, Sanji also noticed the large crowd outside.

"Mr. Siano! How come you're here!"

His eyes first lit up with delight, but then he caught sight of Zoro at the very front and couldn't help but plant his hands on his hips and burst into loud laughter.

"Hey, Moss-Head! How was my sword speed just now? It's not much slower than yours anymore, is it? In a few more months, I reckon you won't be able to beat not just Sister Guyina, but even my swordsmanship!"

"Stop dreaming, Bai Chi!"

Zoro folded his arms and sneered coldly, then spun around and delivered a horizontal kick, instantly blasting the One Sword Dojo's signboard into shattered pieces.

"You'd better witness my leg techniques; see that power? I've already completely surpassed you! Leg techniques are simply easier to learn than swordsmanship!"

"Bullshit!"

Sanji flew into a rage; with three swift slashes, he instantly chopped the broken fragments of the signboard on the ground into even finer wood chips.

"See that! Clearly, it's swordsmanship that's nothing special!"

"Leg techniques!"

"Swordsmanship!"

The two stood nose-to-nose, their quarrel growing increasingly fierce.

They didn't notice in the slightest that behind them, Zeff and Teacher Teacher Gengsilang had, at some unknown point, stood side by side there, their faces as black as the bottom of a wok...

(End of Chapter)