Simultaneous Transmigration: Why is it all One Piece world?

The old ancestor of the same lineage reduced their advantages!

You dog!

The two roared inwardly, but after exchanging a glance, they said nothing.

The two remained silent for a moment.

Then Fishman Nok patted Navy Nok on the shoulder: "It's okay, at least you won't drown now."

Navy Nock's lips twitched; he had to admit that the consolation was very genuine.

But if he wants to save General Zephyr's wife and children, killing Baccarat seems to be a problem. Perhaps he can find a way to drag him into the water?

Just then, a ripple came from the depths of the void.

Another person has arrived.

They both turned their heads at the same time.

Footsteps.

One, two, very light, yet very steady.

The fog lifted, and a figure emerged.

The clothing is from Wano Country, and there is an old scar on his face that runs diagonally from his brow bone to his cheekbone.

And that face—

It still looks exactly like the two of them.

"Me, a swordsman?"

Looking at the two people in front of him and then at the surrounding environment, the swordsman Nock keenly realized the truth of the matter.

"Simultaneous time travel? To the proctology department?"

Navy Knock nodded.

"Then, shall we?"

"Come on!" Navy Nock nodded firmly.

Palms touching.

The next moment, memories flooded in—

Swordsman Nok was born into a fairly ordinary family in the Flower Capital of Wano Country. Although they were not very wealthy, they were at least well-off and had the resources to provide young Nok with the opportunity to learn basic swordsmanship.

At that time, the unruly son of the shogun, Kozuki Oden, had already conquered the lawless Kuri region, transformed it, pacified the area, and was deeply loved by the residents.

But Nok was filled with urgency, because he knew the ultimate fate of Wano Country.

No matter how hard he tried, little Nok was powerless to stop everything.

Not long after, Oden went to sea, and a year later, Kaido took over. Soon after, Kurozumi Orochi officially replaced Kozuki Sukiyaki as the Shogun of Wano Country.

Since then, the lives of the residents of Wano Country have deteriorated, and they have been hoping for the return of Kozuki Oden as king, who would lead them back to a normal and happy life.

But only Nock knew that Oden, that idiot, was not worth having any expectations of.

Sure enough, four years later, Oden returned, but he believed Orochi's lies and pretended to be a foolish prince.

Dancing naked day after day.

He tried to persuade him, squeezing through the crowd and grabbing the corner of Oden's loincloth.

"Don't believe the giant snake! He's lying to you! Dancing won't help!"

Oden looked down at him and burst into laughter.

"Little brat, what nonsense are you spouting? Why should I, Kozuki Oden, need to explain my actions to anyone?"

Then he patted Nock on the head and strode towards the City of Flowers, toward his "great cause".

Nock stood there, watching that figure from behind, and remained silent for a long time.

Oden was still dancing.

One day, two days, one month, two months, one year, two years...

The people of the Flower Capital went from doubt to mockery, and from mockery to numbness. The foolish prince who once made them proud had become a real fool, jumping around naked at the city gate with a silly grin on his face.

Every time Nock passed by, he wanted to rush up and kick him.

But he didn't.

Because he knew that kicking it wouldn't make a difference.

Five years.

Five whole years.

The foolish prince finally became an acquaintance, and Wano Country completely fell into the hands of Kaido and Orochi.

Purgatory has begun.

Nork's father, who had already been conscripted to repair the factory, had his workload increased again. He worked sixteen hours a day and ate moldy rice balls. He soon died of exhaustion on the construction site.

His mother was already ill, and after his father's death, with no source of income, her condition worsened day by day. Nok resorted to stealing, robbing, and scavenging for food in garbage dumps, but the money he earned wasn't even enough to buy medicine dregs.

Six months later, my mother also passed away.

On her deathbed, she held Nock's hand, her voice barely a whisper: "Live on...live well..."

Nock nodded.

He was nine years old that year.

Once again, only one person remains alive.

They do receive some help from residents, but life remains difficult.

The great serpent issued an order to abolish all swords, but Nok still sharpened a sword using scraps of iron and a wooden stick he found. Not to kill, but to become stronger.

However, Nok only possessed basic swordsmanship skills, which were not enough to make him powerful. He then considered becoming an apprentice.

But under Orochi's rule, the samurai are now severely oppressed, and even the daimyo have been persecuted to death.

Wanting to learn real swordsmanship, Nok thought of someone, a guy whose appearance had changed because of anger.

By chance, Nok discovered that Hiyori Kozuki had left without saying goodbye because she didn't want to be a burden to Kawamatsu, and took her to Denjiro.

Kyoshiro, a former retainer of the Kozuki family and now Orochi's most trusted yakuza boss, secretly operates under the alias "Ushimitsu Kozo".

Knok said to him:

"I want to learn swordsmanship."

Denjiro looked down at him: "Why?"

"Survive," Nok said. "And... kill the serpent."

Denjiro remained silent for a long time, looking at the silent fire burning in Nok's eyes.

That was a look he knew well.

"it is good."

From then on, Nok became Denjiro's apprentice.

During the day, he would follow Kyoshiro around the streets. At night, Denjiro would take the time to teach him a few moves—slashing, breathing, and footwork.

There are no fancy moves, only monotonous practice day after day.

Nock is not picky.

He knew that in this hellish Wano Country, being able to live and learn swordsmanship was already an incredible stroke of luck.

He practices.

Ten thousand times, one hundred thousand times, one million times.

He became more and more adept at wielding the knife, his body grew stronger, and his eyes became sharper.

He is twenty-six years old this year.

Under Denjiro's command, he had already become capable of handling things independently. Assassination, reconnaissance, sabotaging factories, rescuing comrades—he did it all.

Just to survive, and then, to become stronger, to defeat Orochi! To defeat Kaido! To pursue true freedom! To live a dignified life!

Memories flow to this point.

The three of them opened their eyes at the same time.

Naval Nock sighed: "These two versions of myself are both in a worse state than the other!"

As for himself, he only suffers from tough and tiring training. But what about Nok the Fishman? He grew up fighting in that hellish place called Fishman Street, and every scar he has is proof of his survival.

And the swordsman Nok...

Both my parents are dead.

Because it was himself, Naval Nock knew better than anyone what family meant to him.

That was the temperature I longed for but could not obtain in my past life.

Noc the fishman was also an orphan, but he had never experienced family affection. That kind of bitterness was blank; it was the bitterness of not knowing what sugar tasted like.

But swordsman Noc is different.

He had it, he tasted it, and then, it was all gone.

Never having possessed, and having truly possessed and then lost.

The latter is obviously much more painful.

Swordsman Nock glanced at him, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, which could be considered a smile.

"Don't pity me," he said. "Just being alive is enough."

Then he reached out and placed his hands on their shoulders.

The next moment, all three of them shuddered simultaneously.

Swordsman Nock closed his eyes, feeling the power surging into his body—the physique of Navy Nock, the Iron Body, the Paper Drawing, and the strength of Fishman Nock, as well as his talent for the sea.

His body trembled slightly.

He had none of these powers.

Due to malnutrition and excessive strain, his body was already overloaded, and his physical condition was far inferior to his swordsmanship.

But now, he has it.

Navy Knock is also feeling it.

Swordsman Nock's swordsmanship flowed into his body!

For twenty-four years, he has wielded his sword thousands of times every day, honing his sharpness on the edge of life and death!