One Piece: The Max-Level Blacksmith of Marineford

Chapter 26 The Sought-After Hammer!

After graduation, Iron Hammer, who had been promoted to colonel, was honored to receive his own house.

Although it wasn't big, it made Iron Hammer very satisfied.

This can be considered as him having a home on this vast sea.

Here he is, he and Shirley are doing a thorough cleaning.

Don't ask why Sherry lives with Hammer.

When asked, Shirley would throw a tantrum and roll on the ground; no matter what anyone said, it wouldn't work.

But before the cleaning even started, Iron Hammer encountered an old friend.

"Drag, why aren't you following Vice Admiral Garp to chase the Roger Pirates? What are you doing here?"

Hammer looked helplessly at Dorag, who was holding the green cloak.

"Hey, don't be like that, my friend."

"My cloak was ripped by that bastard Jabba's axe in the previous battle. Could you fix it for me?"

The so-called no matter what, don't go to the Three Treasures Hall.

Dorlag exemplified this statement perfectly.

"Tch, I knew you didn't come to me for anything else."

Iron Hammer took the cloak and gave him a very displeased look.

"Hey, your speech yesterday was really good."

“Teacher Zephyr was very satisfied. He even beat up the old man when he tried to take you away.”

He was standing behind Garp at the time, watching his old man and Zephyr wrestle together, neither willing to back down.

Upon hearing this, Iron Hammer shrugged helplessly.

He's just a lowly colonel now, so he'll just have to accept whatever headquarters decides for him.

What else can be done.

"Leave the cloak here; come pick it up tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Dragon left happily.

But he returned shortly afterward, carrying a lot of food and drinks.

"Hey, my friend, this is a belated congratulation! Let's have a feast!"

"That's okay too."

Seeing that Dragon had arrived fully loaded, Iron Hammer no longer refused.

He called Shirley to help him carry the food inside, and then they began preparing to cook.

"Oh? Dragon, what are you doing here?"

"Iron Hammer, come out and move some things!"

Just as the three were preparing to cook, two figures suddenly appeared.

It was Zefa and He.

Zefa was carrying a large pile of things, including food and drinks.

"Professor Zephyr, Lieutenant General Tsuru, what brings you here?"

Zefa rolled his eyes at him upon hearing this.

"I knew you bastard got a new house, so I brought you some food and supplies because I was worried you'd starve."

"It seems someone thinks I'm superfluous. Well then, I'll be going."

Hammer quickly stepped forward to take the things from Zephyr's arms and said repeatedly, "No way, Teacher Zephyr, please come in."

Meanwhile, Lieutenant General Tsuru walked over to Sherry and reached out to stroke her head.

"Shirley, tell me, why do you insist on living with him?"

"You might as well come with me."

Shirley chuckled.

"Brother Iron Hammer is a good person, and I feel safe around him."

These words made Iron Hammer blush.

He had talked to Shirley about her; she was only 14 years old and still a minor.

He also felt that it wasn't good for Sherry to be with him, but ever since he rescued her, Sherry only trusted him.

Even the hammer couldn't do anything about it.

Seeing that Sherry's attitude was firm, Lieutenant General Tsuru said nothing more.

She just glared at him fiercely again.

Now, the group of people eating has grown from three to five.

Zephyr and Ms. Tsuru definitely can't cook, and Dorrag doesn't know how to cook either.

The responsibility of cooking could only fall to Hammer.

It was fortunate that Iron Hammer had learned to cook in his previous life because he was alone; otherwise, he would have been completely lost.

When the meal was ready, the room was not yet cleaned.

The group moved the table directly into the yard and prepared to start eating.

This brings us to the house that Iron Hammer was assigned; it was a detached villa.

This was specially approved by Ms. He so that Shirley could live comfortably.

When Iron Hammer learned of this, he was so moved.

"I have to say, Iron Hammer, your cooking skills are pretty good. You'd be a hit if you became a chef."

Zefa gnawed on a piece of meat, a hint of surprise on his face.

Ms. He, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but look at the hammer with new respect.

"I never expected that someone like you, a blacksmith, could cook so well?"

Just then, someone else came.

"Hammer! Hammer... Hey, are you eating?"

With a muscular build and a snow-white beard, the newcomer was none other than Fleet Admiral Kong. In one hand he held a longsword broken in two, and in the other he carried the fast-sleeping Garp.

Behind him followed Sengoku, who looked furious.

"Hey? Zephyr, Tsuru, what are you two doing here?"

Marshal Kong looked at the group eating and drinking with a blank expression.

"Old Kong, since you're here, sit down and have something to eat. Iron Hammer, go and cook a couple more dishes!"

"Warring States, don't just stand there, find a chair and sit down."

Zefa acted like a landlord, immediately giving orders to Iron Hammer.

Hammer: Teacher...this looks like my house.

But they have bigger fists, and whoever has bigger fists is right.

Iron Hammer had no choice but to get up and continue cooking.

"Hey, it's all because of that bastard Garp who broke my longsword. That's why I asked Iron Hammer to help me fix it."

"As for Sengoku, the two of us ganged up on Garp."

Dorag looked speechlessly at his old man, who had black eyes but was still fast asleep.

No wonder he disappeared early this morning; he must have gone off to cause trouble again.

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"Wow, Iron Hammer's cooking is pretty good!"

Are all blacksmiths secretly skilled?

The air force marshal picked up a piece of food, and the next second there was a gasp of surprise.

Even the Warring States period was surprised, because he also thought that the dishes cooked by Iron Hammer were quite good.

“Excellent! Zephyr, let Iron Hammer join my ship!”

Suddenly a dark shadow flashed by, and a piece of meat disappeared. Garp, who had been sleeping, woke up.

He still had a large chunk of meat in his mouth.

Zefa's face darkened upon hearing this, and even his fists turned black.

"Get out of here, Garp! Hammer has to stay in training camp, no one can change that!"