West Sea, O'Hara Island.

The afternoon sun pours down on the sky, coating the icy waters with a warm golden film. The people of the island are bathed in a peaceful atmosphere. After lunch, the children can't wait to run out of the house, gather a few playmates, and go into the forest to find their own fun.

A few unknown birds, squatting in the treetops, chirping non-stop, tilting their little heads, staring curiously at the bottom of the trees.

A young girl sits on a tree stump in the middle of the forest, dressed in a shabby dress, with long black hair scattered around her ears, holding a thick book in her little hand, reading intently the intricate knowledge of the book.

That knowledge was far beyond what she could have mastered at her age, but looking at the little girl's serious face, it was clear that there was no dyslexia.

She really understands a lot of books that adults can't read.

"Look! Robin is there! ”

A group of children about the same age as a little girl ran in the forest, and the leading child held a tomato in his hand and threw it at the little girl without hesitation.

The little girl who heard the noise just raised her head, and with a bang, the tomatoes hit her little face accurately, and the red soup stained her face and dripped down her jaw.

"Hey...... Hit! ”

A few children clapped their hands and grimaced at the little girl, "Youkai! Monster! Monster! ”

Syllable!

The little girl closed the book, reached out her left hand, and something amazing happened.

Sou!

The little girl's palm turned out to grow a slender arm, exactly like her own, and another arm grew out of the arm, and in a breath it became a dozen arms, connected together, extending to the top of the heads of several children.

Bang!

The front arm clenched into a small fist and knocked it down on the children who had not yet reacted.

"It hurts!"

A few children touched the top of their heads, shouted in pain, and then turned around and ran.

"Damn youkai, you wait for me!"

The child who threw the tomatoes ran away with a cigarette, and the threatening words followed the wind into the ears of the little girl.

The woods regained their calm, and the little girl's arms became one again, and she looked down at her white palms, and her dark green pupils revealed a hint of silence.

The little girl wiped the tomato juice off her cheek, sat down again, and continued to open the history book.

This little girl who didn't say a word from beginning to end and carried a mature girl who didn't match her age was Nicole. Robin.

The one who ate the superhuman flower fruit, and is also O'Hara's youngest scholar.

O'Hara West Sea is a world-renowned archaeological mecca, and the largest tree on the island is the core of O'Hara's Tree of Omniscience, which houses a large number of scholars from all over the world, and a library that is a sea of books.

Nicole Robin's parents were also scholars in O'Hara, her father died before she was born, and her mother set out to sea with O'Hara's historical exploration ship when she was two years old in search of the truth of the original historical text.

Young Robin lives at his uncle's house, like a servant, and instead of feeling the warmth of family affection, he suffers from white eyes and ostracism. And because of the power of the Devil Fruit, it is regarded as a monster by the children on the island.

As the saying goes, not being jealous is mediocrity, little Robin inherited the intelligence of his parents, and he is already a genius at a young age. He has a knowledge beyond ordinary people.

Perhaps it was destined that one day little Robin would finally come to the Tree of Omniscience, and with his unusual talent, he won the admiration of many scholars.

Dr. Cloba, the old director of the library, praised him as a rare genius like her mother Olvia, so little Robin worked as a servant at his uncle's house every day while he went to the library of the Tree of All-Knowing to absorb knowledge.

The rare rest time is also used to read books.

Little Robin was still sitting on the stump, flipping through the history books, as if his mind was absorbed in the world of the book, and he was deaf to everything in the outside world.

There was a sound of footsteps in the forest, and a woman walked up to little Robin menacingly, looking down at little Robin's gaze with undisguised boredom, "What's the matter with you?" My child didn't do anything, but he was beaten and cried! Don't approach my kids! ”

Little Robin raised her head slightly, glanced at the woods, and could see the few children who had just troubled her, hiding behind the trees, looking at her triumphantly.

The little child, who was obviously bullying, went home and reported it to his parents.

"You're talking!"

The middle-aged woman crossed her waist and saw the little Robin who didn't say a word, and her disgust deepened, "What an unpleasant child!" ”

Bang!

Little Robin closed the book and ran out of the forest with his head down.

She experienced this kind of prank almost every day, and at first defended herself, and even told her uncle, but when she was scolded by her uncle, she already understood that she was like a small grass under the fence, which could be easily trampled on.

No matter what she does, it's her who is at fault. She didn't even do anything, and it was her who was at fault.

"Hey! Stop, I haven't said ...... yet."

The middle-aged woman looked at the back of little Robin, shouted loudly, and suddenly her eyes widened.

A golden figure suddenly appeared in front of the forest, and little Robin, who wanted to escape from the forest, was dark, and with a bang, he crashed into the passer.

Thump!

The book in little Robin's hand fell, and he sat on the ground, his little face showing pain, and he felt that he had hit the copper wall.

The sun poured down, penetrating the dense foliage and shining on the visitors.

It was a young man, with long black hair covering the right side of his face, a dull color of his left eye, a neat white suit spotless, a black sheath straight knife hanging from his waist, his hands in the pockets of his trousers, and the golden coat draped over his shoulders danced lightly in the wind, and a few rays of sunlight refracted on it, exuding an incomparable brilliance.

A black cat squatted on the young man's shoulder, stepping on a ruby that resembled a shoulder buckle on his coat.

"Yes, I'm sorry!"

Little Robin raised his head and made a small face, apologized resignedly, and blocked his right hand in front of him, I don't know if the young man's golden coat was too dazzling, or he was afraid that the young man would trouble her.

As for the middle-aged woman just now, as well as a few children hiding behind the tree, they had already run away without a trace.

"Are you alright?" The black cat spoke, and her big green eyes looked at her curiously.

“……”

Little Robin was completely stunned, if she was not mistaken, the man didn't speak at all, could it be that it was the black cat who spoke?

Little Robin, who has always been regarded as a monster, has now met two real monsters.

A black cat that eats everything, a shuddering Shura.

Sou!

The young man pulled out his right hand from his pocket, and with a black glove, the book on the ground suddenly flew into the young man's palm.

Little Robin's eyes widened, and the strange man and cat were beyond the scope of her clever brain.

"Why don't you get up? Isn't it cool on the ground? ”

As the young man flipped through the history books, the black cat jumped off his shoulder, came to little Robin, and looked at her, "It won't be broken!" That's not going to be easy! ”

“……”

The black cat's front words contain concern, and the back words make people speechless. Little Robin quickly got up from the ground, wanting to leave the man and the cat, but her history book was still in the hands of the youth.

"I borrowed that book, can you give it back to me?"

Little Robin plucked up his courage, lowered his pupils, and did not dare to look at the dazzling youth.

"Bastard, you bumped into a little girl and didn't apologize, and you robbed other people's books." The black cat glared at the young man angrily.

"......" Little Robin was stunned.

"I'm sorry!"

The young man suddenly smiled, squatted down and handed the book to little Robin, "Do you like history very much?" ”

"Excuse me!"

Little Robin saluted the young man, but without answering his words, turned and ran out of the forest.

The young man stared at the distant back of little Robin, his eyes flashing with an unknown meaning.

"Is there anything special about that little girl?" The black cat asked in surprise.

"Nope!"

The young man smiled, picked up the black cat on the ground and put it on his shoulder, and disappeared in place.

Little Robin left the forest and walked towards his uncle's house.

The lively street is full of people, and little Robin walks alone in the middle of the street, with an inexpressible sense of loneliness.

"Mom, what are we going to eat for the night?" A little boy asked expectantly, holding his mother's hand.

"What do you want to eat?" The little man's mother asked with a smile.

"Then let's omelet rice!" The little boy said happily.

"Good!" The boy's mother immediately agreed.

Little Robin stopped, turned his head to look at the mother and son who were drifting apart, and his eyes revealed a hint of gloom.

There was a commotion in the distance, and a group of people ran in the direction of Little Robin.

"What's wrong?"

The people around looked at the crowd in astonishment.

"Run! There are youkai! ”

Several shouts were heard from the crowd, and the faint men immediately joined the fleeing army.

The bustling market was empty in an instant, and little Robin stood in place in a daze, suddenly remembering the black cat that could only talk just now.

"Crunch! What a stupid bunch of humans! ”

"Yes! It's rare to go to the street to buy vegetables, but the vegetable sellers all run away. ”

"Isn't that better, it's an eyesore!"

At the end of the long street, the golden light floated, and a crisp female voice and two similar male voices were heard.

A young man walked towards little Robin, the black cat crouching on his shoulder, holding an apple, taking a bite from time to time.

"What a coincidence! See you again! ”

The young man stopped and looked sideways at little Robin in a daze.

"There's not anything left running!"

The voice similar to the young man sounded again, and little Robin looked at the young man in astonishment, this time more surprised than the cat could talk.

The young man did not speak, but there was a voice.

"Don't look at it, I'm the black knife." A lazy voice came from little Robin's ear.

"Shall I invite you to dinner? Eat whatever you want! The black cat's big green eyes stared at little Robin, grinning.

Little Robin shuddered slightly, remembering what the mother had just said to her child.

"Delicious Sea King Eight, you must have never eaten it, it's very delicious!" Seeing that little Robin didn't speak, the black cat continued to open his mouth to tempt, as if he remembered something, and said, "If you don't feel at ease, we can go to your house." ”

"Thank you!"

Little Robin bent down in thanks, and sped off the street.

"Huh?"

The black cat turned her head in amazement, she saw that little Robin was not afraid of herself, and wanted to invite her to eat delicious food, but she didn't expect the other party to run away.