Simultaneous Transmigration: Why is it all One Piece world?

He pushed her away forcefully with his palm.

Hiyori staggered backward and fell to the ground, the moonlight shining on her and on her beautiful, bewildered face.

Nock looked down at him and said:

"What about those ordinary people suffering in dire straits?" he asked. "Are you also going to atone for your sins with your body?"

Hiyori opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

"If you want to atone for your sins," Nok said, emphasizing each word, "you must find a way to make the lives of ordinary people better, teach them to take responsibility, and teach them not to let down those who believe in the Kozuki Clan."

He paused.

"Don't be like your father."

"It makes me despise you even more."

After saying that, he turned and walked outside.

As I passed by Hiyori, my steps did not falter.

The door opened and then closed.

Denjiro, who was waiting outside the door, was taken aback.

He looked up and saw Nok come out of the house, his expression momentarily complicated.

So fast?

He glanced instinctively behind Nock—the door was closed, and he couldn't see what was inside.

"All done?" he asked.

Nock paused, meeting the meaningful gaze of Soujiro, and his lips twitched slightly.

He opened his mouth, wanting to explain something, but then felt that explaining would be too troublesome.

Explain what? Explain that he wasn't a quick shooter? Explain that he didn't do anything?

Forget it.

"Okay." He nodded without changing his expression. "I'm leaving."

Denjiro's expression became even more complicated.

If Momonosuke dies, will the Kozuki clan be wiped out?

Just then, the door behind me was suddenly pulled open.

Rihe rushed out.

Her clothes were somewhat disheveled, her face still flushed, and her eyes were slightly red, but there was an unprecedented determination in her eyes.

She held a knife in her arms—the scabbard was decorated with flower-shaped carvings, the guard was three-lobed, and the whole knife gleamed with a warm luster in the moonlight.

"Lord Nock!"

Nock turned around.

Hiyori walked quickly to him, held the knife in both hands, and solemnly presented it to him.

"Please accept this knife."

Nock looked down.

The patterns on the scabbard are exquisite, and the rope wrapped around the handle is somewhat worn, indicating that it has been used for a long time. However, the knife is well-maintained, and even when the blade is not drawn, one can feel its heavy, sharp edge.

Tian Yuyu slashes.

The sword once used by Kozuki Oden, one of the twenty-one Great Swords, a famous sword said to be able to cut through the sky.

Nock was silent for a moment.

"This is your father's knife."

"Yes." Hiyori looked up at him. "This is the only thing I can offer that is worthy of you."

She paused.

"Please accept this as a small token of my appreciation; I hope it can be of some help to you."

Nock looked at her.

Under the moonlight, the girl's face was still streaked with tears, her clothes were disheveled, but her eyes were incredibly earnest.

Her hands trembled slightly, but she still held the knife steadily.

He shook his head.

"Need not."

Hiyori's hand trembled.

"I have a goal," Nock said. "And I don't want to use Oden's stuff."

He turned and continued walking forward.

Hiyori stood there, holding the sword, watching his figure gradually disappear into the night.

There was no turning back.

......

A night breeze blew by, bringing a chill.

Denjiro walked to Hiyori's side, looked in the direction Nok had left, and spoke softly.

"He refused?"

Hiyori nodded.

She didn't cry; she just stared quietly in the direction where the figure disappeared for a very long time.

Then she turned around and looked at Denjiro.

The look in those eyes was different from before.

"Denjiro-sama."

Denjiro was slightly taken aback.

"From now on, please teach me." Hiyori's voice was soft but firm. "Teach me the way to govern a country, teach me swordsmanship, and teach me how to make the people of Wano Country live a good life."

Denjiro looked at her.

"I want Lord Nok to take notice of me."

She paused.

"Then, I will openly and honestly express my feelings to him."

It is not through the body, not through atonement, not through any humble means.

Rather, it's about being someone who deserves him.

Denjiro's feelings were complicated.

He looked at the girl in front of him, the child who used to hide in the shadows and cry, the girl who almost destroyed herself for revenge, now standing in the moonlight, her eyes shining with a light that truly belonged to her for the first time.

Denjiro laughed.

That smile held a mixture of relief, emotion, and a hint of inexplicable acceptance.

"Okay," he said.

...

Nock did not go directly to Ghost Island.

Instead, we headed west from the Flower Capital, bypassing Kuri, and arrived at the Village of the Fragrant Trees.

It was a remote little village, hidden deep in the mountains and forests, so remote that even the people of the Great Serpent couldn't be bothered to care about it.

He walked for a day and a night.

The further west you go, the more desolate the scenery becomes. The once fertile farmland has long been abandoned and overgrown with weeds. Most of the villages you occasionally pass through are dilapidated, with only a few elderly, weak, women and children left, looking at this passing stranger with numb eyes.

Nock did not stop.

He knew that as long as Kaido was still around, this scene would not change.

He arrived at Bianli Village at dusk the next day.

As the sun sets, a few dilapidated thatched huts are scattered at the foot of the mountain, with wisps of smoke rising from their chimneys. The village is so small that you can see the end of it at a glance.

Nock's gaze fell on the largest thatched hut at the entrance of the village.

There, an old man wearing a celestial dog mask sat at the doorway, holding a hammer and chisel, carving a piece of wood.

Flying over Tiangou Mountain.

Or, to put it another way—Kozuki Sukiyaki.

The former shogun of Wano Country, Oden's father, now lives in anonymity as an ordinary swordsmith in this remote village.

Nock approached.

The old man looked up and peered at him through the holes in the mask.

"Sir, would you like a knife made?"

Nock shook his head.

"I'm here to see you, Sukiyaki."

The old man's hand paused.

The hammer hung in mid-air, not falling for a long time.

Silent for a long time.

"Who are you?"

The old man's voice was hoarse and trembling slightly.

"A man who just killed a giant snake," Nock said calmly.

The hammer fell to the ground with a dull thud.

The old man suddenly stood up, his eyes wide open behind the mask. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but no words came out. His lips trembled, and he looked like a leaf in the wind.

Just then, a small figure ran out of the house.

"Master! Master! What's wrong?"

It was a little girl, thin and small, with dry, yellow hair and a pale face from malnutrition. She looked only three or four years old, wearing an ill-fitting old dress. She ran to the old man, hugged his leg, and looked at Nok with wary eyes.

Nock looked down at her.

Xiaoyu.

At the age of four, he lost both his parents and was taken in as a disciple by Tengu Mountain Fei Che.

"Xiaoyu..." The old man came to his senses, squatted down, and gently patted her head. "It's alright, Master is alright. You go back inside first, Master will say a few words to this guest."

Xiaoyu hesitated for a moment, nodded, glanced at Nok again, and then ran back into the house.