One Piece: Starting with Breathing Techniques

Chapter 127 He Knows Almost Everything (Seeking First Subscription!)

Seeing that Kilo was actually standing above the clouds, everyone eagerly jumped off the warship and excitedly stepped onto the sea of ​​clouds.

"Wow! It actually managed to stand up!"

"Is this the Sky Island? It's amazing!"

Lindbergh's eyes lit up as he looked excitedly at the sea of ​​clouds beneath his feet, which could provide a real foothold.

"What's the underlying principle?"

"interesting!"

Just as everyone was excitedly exploring, Kiro and Long's eyes narrowed at the same time, and they turned their heads to look in a certain direction in the distance.

The next moment, a medieval knight riding a winged horse and holding a lance appeared in the sky, swooping down to approach and finally descending from the sky, landing in front of everyone.

Looking at the wary crowd, he took off his helmet, revealing a kind old man's face.

"It's been a long time since I've seen so many people from Qinghai come to Sky Island."

The old man smiled and said, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Gan Fall, and I am the governor of Skepia."

"Who are you all?"

Kilo quickly exchanged a glance with the dragon, then slowly stepped forward.

"We are a revolutionary army, and we have come seeking help."

"The World Government is launching a full-scale attack on us, and we need to relocate our base to the Sky Island."

Upon meeting Gan Fall for the first time, Kiro revealed everything without reservation.

Long and Lindbergh were taken aback, then frowned.

The person in front of him was clearly from a sky island. If Kiro were to so frankly tell him his purpose, the other party would probably not agree easily.

As expected, after hearing Kiro's request, Gan Fall shook his head without the slightest hesitation.

"Although Skepia is always happy to help others, we are afraid we cannot grant your request."

Gan Fall explained, "First of all, you are well aware of the unique terrain here, which makes it difficult to establish a permanent base for you."

"Secondly, there's really not enough space on the Sky Island." His face showed a hint of fatigue. "You may not know this, but we've been at war with another group of natives called the Shandians for nearly 400 years."

"The reason for the conflict is that the sky islands lack space and soil."

He pointed to the sea of ​​clouds beneath his feet.

"Don't be fooled by the fact that the ground here is suitable for standing; to grow food, you need soil as a foundation."

"In other words, the soil determines the right to survive."

"I'm afraid the Sky Island is no longer able to provide enough space for you to build a base."

"Even if it were true, the residents behind me and the Shandians would absolutely not agree."

"So everyone, please go back!"

Lindberg adjusted his goggles, frowning. "What if we bring up enough soil?"

Gan Fall shook his head. "It's no use. The only way you came up was by ascending to the ocean currents. This method is extremely dangerous, with a very low survival rate. You are already incredibly lucky to have come up."

"Even if we could get up here, we definitely wouldn't have enough soil to go around."

Clearly, he believed that the Revolutionary Army, represented by Kiro and his group, was just an ordinary organization and had no idea of ​​their strength.

Kiro smiled. "I was prepared for that."

"Capone Bege's Castle-Castle Fruit can bring up a massive amount of soil at once, as for the method of bringing it up—"

"You mean—Big Bear!" Dragon suddenly realized.

He remembered Kuma's Devil Fruit ability.

By simply telling the other party the exact location, Kuma can easily send Capone Bege flying to the Sky Island, thus overcoming the transportation problem using the Devil Fruit's mechanics.

Kiro nodded. "That's right!"

He looked again at the somewhat shocked Gan Fall. "Now that we've solved the soil problem, are we out of the woods?"

Gan Fall stood there stunned for a long time before his eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly, "Okay!"

"That's fantastic!"

"Excuse me—what's your name?"

"Just call me Kiro."

"Mr. Kiro, if you don't mind, could you share some of the soil you brought with you?"

Gan Fall spoke cautiously, afraid that Kiro might misunderstand, "Our war with the Shandians has gone on for far too long, all because of land issues. I really don't want to see any more conflict—"

Upon hearing this, Kiro glanced at the dragon and then nodded.

Gan Fall looked pleased, but then Kiro shook his head again.

"Although we can provide you with soil—"

"But what if I told you there was another way to end your war?"

Gan Fall stood frozen in place, his pupils shrinking as he looked at Kiro in disbelief.

"Mr. Kiro, do you have a way to end the war?"

Looking at Gan Fall's anxious face, Kiro sighed and recalled the memories in his mind.

"Do you know why the Shandians have been constantly fighting and killing each other?"

Gan Fall's voice was hoarse, "It's about reclaiming their homeland, but it's not something we can back down from. We also need this land to survive."

Kiro shook his head. "What if they want to reclaim your homeland, and not just for survival?"

"—What??"

Gan Fall's pupils contracted, and he decisively shook his head in denial, "No, that's impossible!"

"They must be trying to reclaim their land!"

Kiro sighed, "Have you heard the story of Rolando?"

A moment later, Gan Fall, his eyes bloodshot and trembling slightly, muttered to himself, "So, they just want to keep that promise and ring the Golden Bell?"

Kilo sighed, deeply moved by this grudge that spanned four hundred years.

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"Now we can help you solve the soil problem, and we've also told you the real reason for the war."

"Can you help us establish a base here?"

If the goal is to accommodate a large number of people living here, the enthusiastic assistance from local residents would be extremely helpful.

Moreover, if Lindbergh could research and modify the shellfish technology on the Sky Island, the Revolutionary Army's technological strength would likely advance even further.

Both the clapper and the wind clapper are extremely useful tools.

If the technology of the Wind Shells can be popularized and applied to ships, the Revolutionary Army might be able to create a spaceship powered by Wind Shells, just like Enel in the original story.

At that time, their operational flexibility will be greatly improved!

Gan Fall's beard trembled as he bowed deeply to Kiro.

"Mr. Kiro, if what you say is true, I, on behalf of everyone in Skepia, promise that we will do everything in our power to assist the Revolutionary Army in establishing a stronghold!"

Kilo did not avoid the greeting and accepted it as a matter of course, then turned his gaze to the silent dragon to the side.

Kiro raised an eyebrow. "Dragon, the rest is up to you. Ringing the Golden Bell and all that, you should be able to do it, right?"

"I have some personal matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave now!"

Seeing Kiro turn to leave, Dragon suddenly spoke up and stopped him.

There was a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

"Kilo, how do you know so much?"

Kilo smiled and quietly leaned close to the dragon's ear.

"Just a guess."

Before he could finish speaking, Kiro's figure flashed and disappeared from the spot, leaving behind only a dragon with a helpless expression.

After ascending to the sky island, Kilo's insights and knowledge surpassed the dragon's imagination. The complex situation that had plagued the native inhabitants for 400 years was resolved by Kilo in just a few words.

Clearly, Kilo's understanding of Sky Island was far deeper than he had imagined.

He knows everything!

Dragon realized that Kiro had been hiding something in his answer, but—

Well, it's normal to have some privacy.

The dragon murmured to itself:

Come to think of it, I still haven't told him about my Devil Fruit ability—