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Chapter 350: No One Understands Name Meanings Better Than Me
Chapter 350: No One Understands Name Meanings Better Than Me
“This is Pegasus Island.”
After several more days, a ship approached Pegasus Island.
It wasn’t a large vessel—a merchant ship bearing the emblem of Flower Country.
On the deck, a middle-aged man in an open-chested top and rope-belted waist leaned against the railing, watching the island draw closer with calm eyes.
Ever since returning from Moe Island, Donald had been haunted by Kuro’s Momentum Blade. That simple, unadorned slash had been utterly unavoidable and irresistible—so much so that he hadn’t even found the courage to withstand it head-on.
Back in Flower Country, he’d spent days in a daze before picking up his spear again, practicing shot after shot alone.
Yet his mind remained fixed on that single slash’s brilliance.
It was beyond extraordinary!
Though the attacker was his master’s enemy and thus someone he needed to avenge, that slash had been undeniably magnificent.
Donald was a pure martial artist. A warrior’s duty was to avenge their master, but following great warriors was also a warrior’s choice.
So he’d resolved to return to Moe Island. Since that man had joined the Navy, Donald would do the same. He wanted to chase after that invincible figure and witness that legendary slash once more!
“Officer Donald, we’re arriving at Pegasus Island.”
A merchant spoke respectfully from behind him.
Donald was a renowned wanderer in Flower Country—his combat prowess was formidable, and his serious demeanor earned him deep respect from seafarers. He was always approachable, and whenever these merchants set out to trade, they’d request Donald’s Protection if he was in Flower Country.
If Donald had wielded a sword instead of a spear, perhaps the Flower Country might have won the Martial Arts Grand Tournament held by Insect Country.
“Understood. Where’s Ju Geng?” Donald nodded, asking.
“She’s helping in the kitchen cabin. I must say, Miss Ju Geng’s cuisine has been absolutely delightful. Initially, she wasn’t very familiar with shipboard routines, but after preparing two meals, her cooking became increasingly exceptional. Truly remarkable!”
The merchant sighed wistfully, “She’s gentle and charming, her food is delicious, and her temperament is wonderful. Except for her slight hearing impairment, she’s practically perfect.”
Donald disagreed slightly on that point.
It wasn’t “slight”—it was hearing impairment so severe that even he lost patience.
“I’m Donald. My surname is Tang, and ‘Nald’ means I’m hoped to Embrace Virtue. Please guide me accordingly.”
“Ah? You mean you’re quite the drinker? And you’d like another round? Sorry, I’m not really into alcohol.”
That had been their first conversation.
No matter how many times he corrected her, the woman simply couldn’t hear properly. Donald had spent an entire day trying to communicate before finally shouting in her ear so she’d understand.
She was a woman who’d completely worn down his patience.
Yet she was also his employer.
Though Insect Country and Flower Country were at war, for a wanderer like Donald, protecting clients and earning payment mattered more than national allegiance.
Besides, this mission had been personally entrusted by Insect Country’s new king.
“This woman finally decided to leave.”
Ordinarily, if someone misheard his name, he’d persist until they got it right. To Donald, names were sacred—they carried meaning, and exchanging them was a respectful custom.
No one understood the significance of names better than him.
Yet against Ju Geng, he’d been utterly helpless.
For the first time in his life, his earnestness had been bested by another’s stubborn deafness—not through martial might, but sheer auditory defiance.
“I heard the pirates here were eliminated by the new Navy forces, who’ve been aggressively hunting down pirates nearby. These waters around Twin-Horse Kingdom are practically pirate-free now. For merchants like us, it’s very safe.”
The merchant glanced at Pegasus Island.
“I see. The Navy’s done well.”
Though Donald had once allied with pirates, that didn’t mean he’d become one himself. As a wanderer, his priorities had always been self-determined.
Including now—he wanted to join the Navy to follow in that officer’s footsteps.
“I’ll go fetch Miss Ju Geng.”
As the ship neared the island, the merchant went to summon Ju Geng. The group disembarked at the port.
“Unbelievable.”
The merchant looked around the bustling town, amazed. “I visited once before when pirates ruled here. Back then, the environment was terrible—has it really recovered so vibrantly?”
The town was already lively, with locals chatting happily. Stalls lined the streets, transforming this place into an ordinary town—or even better than most.
Especially near the port’s shoreline, where numerous cannons stood visible. Any ordinary pirate ship would hesitate to approach such defenses.
This place had become ideal for business.
Rubbing his chin thoughtfully, the merchant considered—what was this town lacking? If he returned with goods tailored to its needs instead of supplying weapons and grain to pirates, he might generate steady profits. While the latter was more lucrative, it had always been unstable.
“What a town!”
Ju Geng gazed at the bustling streets with wide-eyed surprise, her expression mirroring a country child suddenly stepping into a metropolis.
She’d spent her entire life in a village. Even visiting her homeland’s towns had been rare lately, let alone coming to Pegasus Island’s.
The orderly rows of Devil Fruits and food were unlike anything she’d seen before. The spices sold at nearby stalls exuded aromas she’d never encountered—exotic ingredients she’d never used.
Would her cooking gain new flavors with these seasonings?
Her eyes, dark as polished pearls, gleamed with yearning.
“Huh?”
As they stood observing, a glasses-wearing man ahead was greeting locals with his usual smile when he noticed this group of newcomers.
Lately, merchant ships arriving hadn’t been rare, and Klah had grown accustomed to the sight. But this group was different—he recognized a familiar figure among them.
Klah waved and approached with the Navy officers behind him.
“Ju Geng? Why are you here?”
He strode straight toward Ju Geng in the crowd, calling loudly.
Ju Geng, however, remained absorbed in her surroundings, oblivious to his shout.
“Ju Geng! Ju Geng!”
After several calls yielded no response, Klah’s lips twitched. Of course—this woman couldn’t hear.
“Ah, you’re…”
Donald, though, regarded Klah with surprise.
“Hmm?”
Klah turned, spotting the middle-aged man and giving him a cursory once-over before noticing the spear slung over his shoulder.
“Faintly familiar…”
Klah paused, “Wait, what was your name again?”
“I’m Donald. My surname is Tang, and my name means—”
“Stopstopstop! Right, you’re the guy!”
Klah waved irritably, remembering—this was the oddball who’d insisted on explaining his name’s meaning endlessly last time.
What was he doing here?
(End of Chapter)
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