One Piece: I Weave the Pirate Codex with My Zanpakuto

Let's rewind to 2 hours earlier, to the amusement park.

"That's strange. Where am I now? And why isn't the watch Ross gave me working?"

[Sabaody Archipelago, Tree No. 24]

Borsalino walked down the street, occasionally flicking the New World record pointer on his right wrist.

"Looks like we're lost again. I should have gone to Miracle Island with Ross. The Grand Line is really scary."

After letting out a long sigh, Borsalino took out his wallet.

"Hmm, I have 3 Berries left. That should be enough for a big meal, right?"

Stopping under the sign for "Niraku Ramen," Borsalino hesitated for a moment before mustering the courage to go inside.

Last time in Dressrosa, he spent a whopping 2 Berries on a bowl of noodles!

Borsalino didn't know what kind of noodles he had ordered, but women in low-cut dresses kept getting close to him.

They also handed him a slip of paper with an address written on it.

Borsalino, the more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to deceive you. Be careful!

Recalling the instructions given to him by his grandmother in Beihai before he left, Borsalino tore up the note and threw it into the trash can after the woman left.

What a joke! Do you think Borsalino is someone who can be so easily fooled?

"Welcome! The menu is on the wall."

[Highly Recommended! Special Tonkotsu Ramen, 2800 Berries]

[Tsukimi Ramen, 1200 Berries]

【Hell Tonkotsu Ramen (Large), 2200 Berries】

We've arrived at a normal ramen shop!

Borsalino subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

"Excuse me, one bowl of miso ramen, extra generous."

I ordered an extra-large bowl of Borsalino, found a place to sit down, and curiously looked around the almost empty shop.

"Boss, you don't have much business here."

"Because today is a very special day, everyone is avoiding going out."

The shop owner's voice came from behind the curtain with a ramen pattern.

"But you, sir, don't you know what day it is today?"

Borsalino paused in his tea-drinking motion: "I'm an adventurer from the North Sea. Is today some special holiday?"

"It can't really be called a holiday."

Borsalino paused abruptly, then heard the sound of noodles being scooped from the water and placed into a bowl.

Then comes the rich aroma of miso soup.

Borsalino's nose twitched, and a look of ecstasy gradually appeared on his face.

"It's very authentic pork bone miso!"

"Haha, I didn't expect you to know about this business! That's right! The soup base in our shop is a super rich and carefully simmered broth!"

A girl with a red headscarf walked out of the kitchen, carrying a tray with a bowl of ramen and a small dish of cold seaweed salad.

"I'm starting to eat!"

Borsalino bites into the curly noodles coated in thick broth, savoring the chewiness and bursting miso aroma, nodding his head in enjoyment.

"It tastes great! By the way, boss, you just said today is a special day?"

Before the owner in the kitchen could speak, the girl responsible for serving the dishes answered first:

"It's the day the Celestial Dragon is going on a trip. We received the notice three days ago, which is why business is so bad today."

"Normally, you'd be waiting in line outside right now!"

"Eh~ Celestial Dragons, huh? I've never seen those guys before."

Borsalino doesn't have the habit of not being able to chat while eating noodles. Enjoying delicious food and chatting about local customs and culture is the kind of life he likes.

I picked up the noodles again and put them in my mouth.

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The Den Den Mushi (snail phone) in the store rang.

Kacha--

"Delivery? Today is a special day. We are very sorry, but our store does not offer delivery service today."

The Den Den Mushi hung up, but rang again shortly afterward.

"Your ordered pork bones and fan ribs have arrived, but we can only deliver them to the entrance of tree number 24."

"Yes, I'll be right there."

The girl thanked the Den Den Mushi, hung up, and called out to the kitchen:

"Dad, I'm going to pick up the pork I ordered from the store."

"Be careful on the road!"

After the girl left, only the slurping sound of ramen being eaten remained in the shop.

Ten minutes later, Borsalino put down his chopsticks.

"2000 Pele, thank you for your patronage."

"That's strange, why hasn't he come back yet? He should be back by now..."

As Borsalino walked out of the ramen shop, he remembered the shopkeeper's mutterings before he left, and inexplicably headed in the direction the girl had gone.

At the street corner, Borsalino, who was considering which way to go, suddenly stopped, frowned, and backed away.

"Hahaha~~~ Slaves, fresh slaves~"

"Hmm~~ You smell really like ramen. Are you a ramen person?"

"Never mind, when we get back I'll just throw you in the pot, then you'll definitely look as tempting as ramen noodles!"

Borsalino cautiously peeked out halfway and frowned slightly after getting a clear look at the situation on the right side of the street.

He recognized the girl; she was a waitress at the ramen shop.

He also saw plastic bags scattered in the dust, which appeared to contain bones and meat.

"What's going on with these people...?"

Borsalino didn't know who the guy in the baggy white clothes and transparent helmet was, but he wasn't going to watch the cheerful, sunny girl suffer.

He immediately stepped out of the corner and, under the eerie gaze of the kneeling crowd on both sides, walked openly and honestly to the Celestial Dragon.

"Oh, there might be some misunderstanding here."

Borsalino scratched the back of his head and gave a goofy smile.

“I know this lady. If she has soiled your clothes, I can compensate for it.”

The Celestial Dragon was shocked that someone dared to speak to him. He slowly turned his head, his expression one of astonishment.

"Were you just talking to me?"

Borsalino nodded, and was about to apologize on behalf of the girl when the golden gun was instantly pointed at him.

"Oh~~~ That thing is very dangerous."

Borsalino took two steps back and raised his hand to indicate that he posed no threat.

"You lowly wretch! How dare you speak to me!"

"I am a descendant of the gods! Kill this guy! No, wait!"

"Don't kill him, just beat him half to death, then send him back to the ship. I'm going to chop him up piece by piece and teach him a lesson for being rude!"

"Yes, Lord Tristan!"

The black-clad agent standing to the right of the Celestial Dragon waved.

"Break his arms and legs and send him back to the ship."

Borsalino's smile faded, and he slowly lowered his raised hands.

"Hey, stop joking around. I'm apologizing very seriously right now."

"Run, guests, run!!"

The girl suddenly looked up and shouted:

"He is a world noble, he is heaven... Bang!!!"

The butt of the spear struck down, and the girl groaned as she fell unconscious. Blood from her forehead wound dripped onto the ground, forming dark red droplets in the mud and sand.

Borsalino's smile vanished completely, and he stared expressionlessly at the agent who had knocked the girl unconscious.

"Isn't what you're doing going too far? She's just a little girl who doesn't understand anything."

"The worst is yet to come, let's go."

Under the captain's command, the CP agents charged forward on razor blades.

"Looks like a bunch of trash..."

Borsalino slowly raised his right hand, and suddenly activated the power of the Glint-Glint Fruit when all the enemies were close at hand.

The index finger, pointing diagonally towards the sky, transformed into a bright light that illuminated the surroundings.

"My eyes!!!"

"This guy is a power user! Be careful!"

The agents covered their eyes and screamed in agony.

Borsalino transformed into golden light and charged forward.

In an instant, he arrived in front of the agent who had captured the shop assistant girl, raising his right leg high.

"Speed ​​is power, you~~"

Have you ever been kicked by light?

The words had barely left his mouth when his elemental right leg kicked out!

The agent vanished like a blur, crashing into a distant building.

Borsalino bent down and picked up the unconscious girl, firing a series of shots with his right hand.

Dense laser beams were used to eliminate the black-clad agents whose vision had just been restored.

"Now you're the only captain left."

Borsalino put his arm around the girl with one hand, while his right hand moved slowly, his index finger pointing at the only agent who wasn't moving.

"sinner!"

The special agent captain shouted sternly:

"This is none other than the great descendant of the Creator—Saint Tristan!"

"As a commoner, you should kneel down immediately and beg for the forgiveness of Saint Tristan!"

As Borsalino watched the agent showering him with flattery, his glasses slipped slightly, revealing eyes filled with disgust.

"I'm tired of hearing this. Since this is your last word, then die."

"Iron block! Impossible! How can your strength..."

The special agent captain stared in astonishment at the empty hole in his chest, then fell backward with a look of resentment on his face.

Seeing that all his men were dead, Saint Tristan showed no panic; instead, he raised his head.

"Your strength is quite good. Now, I command you to become my slave warrior!"

The golden pistol was pointed at Borsalino.

"If I refuse..."