The sea breeze is very strong.

Balcony.

Above the Call Girl Tavern.

After a complete surrender, Luffy was not asked not to stay with Miss Doom.

So, he stayed at the Call Girl Tavern.

Now.

They were sitting in the positions of Chen Senran and Miss Doom, looking out at the dark sea where the sea breeze was rising.

"The wind is blowing." Luffy let out a long sigh.

"Yes." Miss Doom nodded, but didn't speak.

"Something seems to be going to happen tonight." Luffy said again that he seemed to be asking Miss Doom, but then he replied to himself, "But it has nothing to do with me." ”

"Are you dead?" Miss Doom turned to look at him.

"Nope." Luffy shook his head, not lying.

"It's just, I know it's impossible."

A very sincere word.

Also very self-aware.

"Then stay there and watch the show." Miss Doom turned her head back to look at the sea, which was as deep as a giant beast in the dark.

"There's always a result."

"Yes."

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Bad premonition.

Fiz the little fishman stepped forward and climbed up from the roof.

The sea breeze makes it very refreshing.

But it's a little unsettling.

Because, for no reason, it sensed the smell of danger.

Delusion?

No, at this time, even if it is an illusion, it cannot be taken lightly.

With that in mind, it planned to take a look at the spirits and gunpowder.

Although, today it is Solaka and Ryz on duty.

But. There's always nothing wrong with insurance.

It jumped off the roof of the room in twos and threes and began to walk in the direction of the tavern.

But after only two steps, it stopped.

Danger, by the sea.

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Seaside.

Finally.

Graves aimed at Trist's head.

"Monkey, every time you go out of a thousand, you like to touch it. Your own hat. Graves said slowly.

"Beard, you still know me." Trist still laughed, "Shoot." ”

"You go, don't come again."

"You'd better shoot." Trist turned his head and smiled at Graves.

"Monkey ......"

The sea breeze was blowing again.

swept away the darkness, and also swept away the youthful past between them.

Once upon a time, many years ago.

They ran together in the streets.

Chased and beaten by a group of people.

Chase a group of people and beat them.

They drank bad wine together.

Live in a broken house together.

Let's go out together.

Together, they swore to win all the casinos in the world.

They are the best brothers.

It's also the best partner.

They can have lifelong friendships.

Originally.

Right now.

Graves' fingers on the trigger were trembling slightly.

Fate was in his hands, but he didn't dare to let it speak.

Happen.

"No more shooting. You don't have a chance. Trist almost muttered.

Buckle......

"Tear-"

"Poof—"

It was in that moment.

Triste, suddenly, appeared in front of Graves.

His fingers twisted a card, and that card, deeply, was inserted into Graves' heart.

"......" Graves looked at him as if he couldn't believe it, and then looked at him as if relieved. Shiver.

In the end, he still didn't pull the trigger.

It's good. That's it, too.

It's just that I can't travel around the continent anymore, I can't write books anymore, and I can't become a historian.

Is......

"Yes...... Can't ......"

"Give me a cigarette."

A cigarette.

Triss picked up a cigar and shoved it into Graves' mouth. Whisper:

"Beard, you've lost."

The sea breeze continued to blow.

I don't know if it's sad or something else.

You lose.

In this final gamble.

Finally, finally.

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Smoke is burning.

When Fitz the little fish-man arrived.

The cigar is still burning.

The thick smoke blew in the sea breeze and then dispersed.

As. Graves's life scattered with the wind.

Originally, Fitz thought, even if he was going to die, this man who usually likes to chuckle and wipe his love gun with a cigar in his mouth.

He should have died before all enemies.

He should have smoked a cigarette and laughed and pulled the trigger until the barrel of the gun exploded and laughed heroically before he died.

Just like the general who died in the snowfield.

Now, however, he is dead.

Silently, there was only one cigar, which paid tribute to his legendary life.

Fitz didn't take the cigar, it just silently looked at Graves' already cold corpse for three seconds.

Then he began to run towards the liquor and gunpowder.

Something big is wrong.

Enemy attack.

Even Graves died silently.

So......

Let's hope Ruiz can withstand it.

Yes, there is no problem.

It sped up speed, speeding through the dark streets.

Until.

Rose in the distance.

Heavy thunder and lightning.

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Intuitively, yes.

Restless, rightly so.

Rhyz now knows that Soraka's judgment was not wrong.

This woman, who can see through the stars and fate, has never missed it.

Now, Trist was standing in front of him.

Without hesitation, he took off his black top hat.

"Good evening, dear Master Ryze." He was polite and polite, and he couldn't see what he was doing here.

So Ruiz didn't plan to say a word to him at all.

He direct.

Unleashed the power of his whole body.

Thunder.

Thunder.

Thunder.

Thunder in the night.

Thunder and lightning directly tore apart the entire space, the tavern.

blocked Trist's path and enveloped Trist entirely.

"Let's go!! Take Anne with you!! At the same time, he yelled at Soraka in spite of it.

Trist.

This Trist made him feel great horror.

That feeling reminded him of when he faced Lalivash.

"Don't be in a hurry." But Trist wasn't stopped by his thunder, or torn apart.

He walked out of the thunder step by step.

There's even time to dust off your hat.

"I'm just here to eat." He said it was as if he was just here for dinner.

However, the content of that dinner was ......

"Thunder." Ruiz abruptly took off the scroll he had been carrying behind him that he had never taken off.

He opened the scroll.

So in the dark night, a different thunderclap sounded.

A ghostly figure, like thunder itself, merged in thousands of thunderbolts and stabbed at Trist. (To be continued......)

PS: Second update.