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Chapter 236: Forced Buying and Selling?
Chapter 236 Forced Buying and Selling?
This type of person might not be particularly strong, but their persistence was no ordinary nuisance.
A tiny island like this actually has someone capable of such intimidation. No wonder the island has remained peaceful for so long.
But that has nothing to do with Kuro.
He just wants to complete their supplies and set sail as soon as possible.
"Still, spending three hundred million just to buy a weapon? Is that staff member of this island really so wealthy?"
Kuro stroked his chin while observing the crowd. Once Gardi left, the people who previously looked terrified finally dared to emerge.
"Why did Gardi come out personally? Usually the Sword Collection Team isn't led by him."
"He's here means the situation's serious. Don't let Gardi see your weapon!"
"Hey, that poor little Navy. I wonder if that's a Black Blade? Those are extremely rare!"
"What's the point? Even if you're Navy, you can't escape once Gardi targets your weapon. He's never failed a collection."
This was the terrified faction's reaction.
However, besides them, another group of people watched Gardi's appearance with obvious anticipation, clearly hoping to attract his attention.
The two factions clashed.
"Hey, stop causing trouble! Gardi Officer always pays premium prices for targeted weapons. Only fools value their weapons more than their lives. With enough money, you can buy any weapon!"
"That's right! Money talks! I'll tell you, two years ago, Gardi Officer wanted my sword and offered fifty million Beri—Fifty Million! That blade only cost me half a million when I bought it. That's a hundredfold profit!"
"I got similar luck. Mine was three years ago, though I wasn't as lucky—only tenfold. I sold a junk longsword to Gardi Officer for a million Beri after buying it for a hundred thousand!"
"Unforgivable! That's not how it is at all! He's not buying weapons—he's buying people's fighting spirit! My blade is my second life! I'd never part with it so easily!"
"Hahahaha, only pirates think like that! Weapons are just tools! They're made to be sold!"
These two factions clearly represented merchants versus pirates. Their argument grew so loud even Kuro could hear it without using Observation Haki.
By this logic, they've encountered a sword-obsessed collector... who also happens to be absurdly wealthy?
"Why does everyone keep targeting my sword? First Izou, now this guy. What kind of world is this? Can't people just train with their own blades instead of always coveting others? One day they'll get what's coming to them." Kuro sighed.
Lida immediately scowled in disgust.
Forgetting where your "Autumn Water" came from, huh?
"Kuro, sir, should we investigate?" Klah asked.
"Someone's wealth is their own business. No need to dig deeper. We're not island officials. Finish our supplies and leave", Kuro replied.
"Understood."
Devil Fruits were essential for sea voyages. With Lida being such a big eater, this necessity became even more critical.
Though Moe Island was small, its strategic location between two kingdoms' navigational routes made it a bustling trade hub. Many ships stopped here to resupply.
This meant they could purchase rare ingredients not found in smaller towns.
As dusk approached, the Navy's supplies were nearly complete.
The area they passed through now was eerily quiet compared to earlier. Though shops lined the streets, no one was visible. Silence reigned.
A few birds screeched overhead, their cries piercing the silence.
"Kuro, sir..."
Klah pushed his glasses up as his posture stiffened.
"Hm, this aura..."
Kuro's eyes widened slightly in surprise.
Suddenly, figures emerged from all directions. Wearing black martial arts uniforms, each had a black cloth hanging from their hat that covered their faces completely, leaving only their eyes visible.
They surrounded Kuro's group, standing silently.
Klah wiped sweat from his temple—not from fear, but because he noticed all these figures shared identical height, weight, movement patterns, and even standing posture, as if controlled by invisible strings. Their eyes appeared copied from the same mold.
"Katana-wielders?"
Kuro's eyes narrowed at the standardized swords slung across their backs. Straight swords—what caught his attention was how their auras perfectly matched the blades.
Standardized weapons could be mass-produced in factories. But how could humans match their swords so perfectly?
"You're kidding... Could this really be Weapon-to-Human Transformation?" Kuro recalled Moe Island's legends.
Otherwise, how could these people and their swords resonate so perfectly? The 'harmony of man and sword' wasn't something growing wild in fields.
Lida grew more alert, pulling Autumn Water from her waist and holding it tightly.
The katana-wielding figures approached. Several knelt before Kuro's group, opening suitcases filled with Beri.
Three cases. Judging by the thickness, each contained one hundred million.
Then, one figure pointed at Autumn Water, then the money. The others rose, drawing their katana. Blades gleamed crimson in the dying sunlight.
The message was clear.
Three hundred million Beri for Autumn Water.
If money wouldn't work... they'd take it by force.
"Not happening!"
Lida bared her teeth. Earlier, she'd have gladly let Kuro sell the sword. But now? She'd heard Kuro's words.
Weapon-to-Human Transformation?
Autumn Water turning into... a housewife?!
Absolutely not!
Hearing her refusal, the masked figures tightened their grip. Simultaneously, they stepped forward. The atmosphere turned deadly.
They outnumbered Kuro's Navy, and judging by their auras, regular Navy members couldn't match them.
Kuro exhaled smoke. "You've cleared the area—planning to kill us and steal the goods after failed negotiations? Breaking your own rules already? Or do you think you're the island's rulers, making everyone follow your laws?"
The katana-wielders remained silent, grips tightening. Suddenly, they struck in unison.
"Iron Body."
Clang!
Klah appeared before Kuro, blade striking his chest and forcing him back a step despite his stance.
That single strike carried considerable force.
"Iron Body. Fist Technique: Explosive Dispersion. Iron Body."
After blocking several strikes, Klah's fist clenched. He drove it into the chest of the nearest assailant.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The attacker's chest caved in violently, triggering a chain reaction. Surrounding figures' chests simultaneously collapsed as if struck by invisible blows.
"That's... my fist technique?" Sazil stared in disbelief.
Another one who could replicate his technique?
(End of Chapter)
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