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Chapter 242: Listen, the Sound of the Tsunami
Chapter 242: Listen, the Sound of the Tsunami
In the pitch-black tunnel, Poropa's diminutive frame kept moving forward through the passage. The tunnel's design was simple and low-ceilinged—only someone of his stature could navigate it freely without needing elaborate construction.
Weapons hung from his back: a long spear, a saw-toothed meat cleaver, and a katana. These were all tools once wielded by Weapon users, now strapped across his shoulders. As he ran, he held a Transponder Snail to his ear, mid-conversation. His voice suddenly rose an octave:
"My precious test subjects have been completely destroyed! In short, if you don't hand over that Navy member to me, all future transactions are canceled!"
With that, he slammed the Transponder Snail shut. By now, he'd reached the tunnel's exit.
Beyond lay the Grand Line.
This was a shallow beach outside Moe Island. Just offshore floated a speedboat powered by Skypiea's Wind Bells.
"Back then, I left this tunnel as a precaution against the World Government. Never thought I'd be forced to use it against some Navy lackeys! Dammit, that Navy bastard... You won't stay smug for long!"
"How long exactly?"
A voice drifted down from above.
Poropa jerked his head up. Kuro hovered in the sky, gazing down at him.
"Looks like you're not just short—you're a rat too. Only someone who can squeeze through such tiny holes could survive down there."
"Don'T Call ME Short!"
Poropa roared, his fists trembling. "What if I'm short? Even someone small like me can achieve great things!"
Shorty...
..."Hahaha, Poropa, you little midget!"
"The Bonaparte family's all dwarfs!"
"I'm three years younger than you, and already twice your height!"
..."Poropa, you really think you can fight with Weapons? You're too tiny! Here, take this broken dagger—it's your size. That sword's better off with me."
"Poropa, you're not cut out for battle—especially not with Weapons. Give up. Everyone has limits. Face reality."
"That sword's three times your height! You're just a pathetic midget, Poropa!"
...
A flood of memories surged through Poropa's mind. He clenched his jaw, staring Kuro down.
"It was because of me that Moe Island prospered! Because of me, these weaklings could even Dare wield Weapons! My research and these Weapons made it possible!"
He ripped the Weapons from his back, letting them clatter to the ground.
"I've eaten the Synchronization Devil Fruit, becoming a Synchronization Human. I can attune myself to lifeless objects, absorb their aura, and control them. Through this ability, I discovered Weapons' secrets. Then I researched how to transfer these traits to living beings—something even Vegapunk failed to achieve!"
"Know what this place looked like twenty years ago? Let me tell you—just a decrepit village! The Jerman Kingdom and Sukunai Kingdom have been warring for decades, turning this island into a battlefield. Back then, the local goods were corpses and opportunistic pirates."
"The rulers did nothing but protect their own interests. It was ME who saved this place! Since my arrival, Moe Island gained the strength to defend itself. The people, desperate for prosperity, willingly offered their lives for my research. I gave this island peace!"
"Today, both kingdoms maintain balance through my creations. Without them, the Jerman and Sukunai kingdoms will clash again, landing on Moe Island. This paradise will become hell—exactly like twenty years ago!"
As Poropa ranted, Kuro silently exhaled smoke, his gaze sweeping over Moe Island's bustling lower districts. The citizens indeed thrived here, freely trading and smiling from the heart.
But...
Kuro shrugged. "So what? History moves on with or without you. Mostly—I just hate your guts."
Poropa snarled, "You can't arrest me! I have dealings with the World Government. You have no authority!"
"Brooo... Brooo..."
The Transponder Snail on Kuro's wrist suddenly chimed.
"Hah!" Poropa grinned smugly. "Take that call. Your superiors are coming for you."
Kuro glanced at him, then answered.
"Hello? Is this Lucius Kro?"
"Who is this?"
"A senior World Government official. We're aware you're on Moe Island—this entire island is classified territory. Withdraw immediately. No unauthorized personnel allowed on that soil."
"I'm not standing on the island", Kuro replied dryly.
He was floating mid-air.
"Furthermore, don't interfere with Bonaparte Poropa's affairs. He's none of the Navy's concern. Do not arrest him." The official added.
"I didn't arrest him", Kuro responded.
Poropa's grin widened.
"He was playing in the water when a sudden landslide crushed him. Tried to save him but—"
Boom!
As he spoke, the cliff above Poropa exploded. Boulders rained down, burying him in an avalanche of rubble.
"Hear that? Landslides are common here in the Grand Line, right?"
Kuro tilted his wrist toward the cliff.
"Save me..."
A bloodied hand clawed from the rocks. Poropa's battered face emerged, gasping weakly: "I can't die... I still have... my dream..."
"That's Poropa's voice! Rescue him!" The official barked.
"Fine."
Kuro dropped toward the sea, his hand sweeping upward to summon a colossal wave.
"Wow, this Grand Line sure is weird. Landslides and tsunamis in quick succession! Listen—can you hear that tsunami coming?"
The wave surged dozens of meters high, a monstrous wall crashing onto the beach. It struck Poropa's burial spot with cataclysmic force, shattering boulders into dust and dragging the debris into the Grand Line's depths. No trace of Poropa remained.
"Too late. He's already in the sea. Can't help that", Kuro sighed, then added into the Transponder Snail: "Hello? Hello? Bad signal. Gotta go."
He slammed the snail shut, smirking coldly. "Government officials? Pfft. You deal with Fleet Admirals and Admirals. What does a lowly Commander like me know about that?"
(End of Chapter)
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