One Piece: The user of the Nen-Nen Fruit, who overturned the sea.

The next morning, Roy convened a meeting of core members.

"I'm going to the East China Sea."

Everyone was taken aback.

Barrett frowned.

"The East China Sea? That weakest sea?"

"Boss, what are you doing there?"

Roy said calmly,

"Private matter."

"Visiting some old friends."

Tesoro immediately said,

"Boss, I'll go with you!"

Roy waved his hand.

"Need not."

"I'll go by myself this time."

"You guys guard this side of Beehive Island."

"Tesoro, continue to push forward with the cooperation with Doflamingo."

"But remember, be careful."

"That guy has the World Government backing him; he might send spies in."

Tezzolo nodded solemnly.

"Understood, boss."

Count Red looked at Roy, a thoughtful glint in his eyes.

"Roy, be careful on the road."

Roy nodded.

"rest assured."

"Mr. Ryder, I'm leaving Beehive Island in your care."

Count Red smiled slightly.

"Of course."

After the meeting ended, Roy left the palace alone.

He did not travel on the Ark of Proverbs, nor did he bring any followers.

He simply unleashed his mental power, soared into the air, transformed into a black streak of light, and sped towards the East China Sea.

Behind us, the outline of Beehive Island grew smaller and smaller until it disappeared into the horizon.

Ahead lay the endless sea and that peaceful little village.

…………

Two days later.

Donghai, Fenche Village.

This remote little village is located on the border of the Kingdom of Goa, far from prosperity and war.

The villagers work at sunrise and rest at sunset, living a peaceful and harmonious life.

Roy quietly descended on the hill outside the village.

He concealed his aura of power and looked like an ordinary traveler.

The telekinetic power quietly unfolded, instantly enveloping the entire village.

Countless auras emerged in his perception.

It has the peaceful atmosphere of villagers, the lively atmosphere of children, and the weathered atmosphere of the elderly.

There's one more dish—

A familiar scent.

Portgas D. Rouge.

Roy's lips curled into a faint smile.

found it.

He strode toward the village.

…………

On the edge of the village, in front of a small wooden house.

A young woman was sitting on the steps in front of the door, watching the children playing not far away.

That woman was none other than Rouge.

Two years later, she was much healthier than when she was on Baterila Island. Her face had regained its color, and her eyes no longer held the despair and grief of before, but instead showed peace and gentleness.

Not far away, a little boy with a full head of black hair was chasing a butterfly.

He ran unsteadily, but his face was full of excitement, and he was making "giggle" noises.

Ace.

Roy stood at a distance, quietly watching this scene.

Two-year-old Ace can already run and jump, and is noticeably stronger than other children his age.

That vitality was exactly the same as described in the original work.

Roy took a deep breath and stepped out from the shadows.

Rouge.

he called softly.

Rouge was startled and turned her head sharply.

When she saw the person's face clearly, her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

"Mr. Roy... "

She stood up and quickly went to meet her.

"What brings you here?"

Roy smiled slightly.

"Just passing by and thought I'd drop by to see you guys."

"How are you doing?"

Rouge nodded repeatedly.

"Okay, very good."

"The people here are kind and honest, and the villagers take good care of us."

"Ace is also healthy and energetic, always jumping around."

She turned to look at the little boy who was still chasing butterflies not far away.

"Ace, come here."

Ace stopped and turned to look when he heard his mother calling him.

When he saw Roy's unfamiliar face, his eyes instantly became wary.

That look in his eyes doesn't look like that of a two-year-old child.

Roy's heart skipped a beat.

This child... is indeed extraordinary.

"Ace, this is Uncle Roy, he's Mom's friend."

Rouge said softly,

"Come over and say hello."

Ace hesitated for a moment, then slowly walked over.

He stood beside his mother, his little hands clutching the hem of her clothes, watching Roy warily.

That look seemed to say—Who are you? Why are you in my house?

Roy crouched down and looked him in the eye.

"Hello, Ace."

He said softly,

"My name is Roy, and I'm your mother's friend."

Ace stared at him for several seconds before finally speaking.

"……Hello."

The voice was young, yet it carried a hint of wariness.

Roy smiled.

This kid is really interesting.

He stood up and looked at Rouge.

"Have you encountered any problems living here?"

Rouge shook her head.

"no."

"all is well."

"Mr. Garp comes every now and then, bringing some supplies and visiting Ace."

"With him protecting us, no one dares to bully us."

Roy nodded.

That old man Garp, though a brute, was truly devoted to the son of his old friend.

He glanced around and suddenly remembered something.

"Where's Bucky?"

"Didn't he say he was going to stay here and protect you?"

Rouge smiled bitterly.

"Mr. Bucky... left a year ago."

"He said he couldn't stay still and wanted to go out to sea to find treasure."

"I tried to persuade him several times, but he still left."

Roy's lips twitched.

That guy, as expected, couldn't hold back any longer.

That's fine, though, since he's never been the type to stay put in one place.

"If they're gone, they're gone."

Roy said calmly,

"You can't keep someone like him."

Rouge nodded.

"yes."

"However, I am still very grateful for his protection back then."

"If it weren't for him, Ace and I might..."

She didn't continue.

Roy waved his hand.

"Let's not talk about the past."

He took a package from his pocket and handed it to Rouge.

"Keep these supplies and money."

"Use them if you need them in the future."

Rouge was taken aback.

"Mr. Roy, this...this is far too valuable..."

Roy interrupted her.

"Take it."

"Ace is still young, and there are many things that require money."

Don't be so polite with me.

Rouge looked at the package in her hand, and her eyes reddened again.

She bowed deeply.

"Thank you, Mr. Roy."

Roy took a small Den Den Mushi from his pocket and handed it to her.

"Keep this Den Den Mushi safe."

"If you ever encounter a problem you can't solve, call me."

Rouge took the Den Den Mushi and carefully put it into her bosom.

"I've got it."

"Oh! That's right!"

"Rouju, have any newborns appeared in the village recently?"

"A newborn?!" Rouge paused, pondering for a moment, "There really is one."

"Mr. Karp brought home a baby a while ago."

"They said it was his grandson, and he was placed in the old village chief's house, where Makino helped take care of him."

A glint of light flashed in Roy's eyes.

"Garp's grandson?"

Rouge nodded.

"Yes, his name is Luffy."

"Monkey D. Luffy".

"I'll go take a look."

Roy nodded, turned to leave, glanced at Ace who was still watching him warily, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"Ace, grow up well."

"In the future, you will become an extraordinary person."

Ace tilted his head, looking puzzled.

Roy smiled, turned and left.