I agreed to win with Roger, but the guy I met was too young Chapter 013

When Roger and the others returned to Water 7 with the Treasure Tree Adam, they quietly entered Water 7 through a hidden port left by Tom, heading straight into Tom’s workshop. The massive tree trunk almost filled the entire space.

Tom rushed over as soon as he received the news. When he saw the perfectly intact Treasure Tree Adam, exuding an ancient aura, he was completely stunned.

Roger burst out laughing, “Not bad, eh, Tom?”

Tom’s eyes widened instantly, gleaming with fervent light, completely ignoring Roger.

He strode forward, carefully caressing the rough yet resilient texture of the Treasure Tree Adam, then pressed his face directly against it, “Who’s the strongest baby?”

Tom rubbed and rubbed his face against it.

“Who’s the strongest keel?”

Rub, rub, rub.

“Uncle Tom, stop rubbing, your face is going to bleed,” Rett couldn’t stand it anymore.

Tom’s mouth began to twitch uncontrollably, then slowly curled upwards into an incredibly brilliant smile.

His body trembled slightly, as if suppressing an unspeakable excitement within.

It was no wonder Tom was so excited. The Treasure Tree Adam was a natural treasure for shipbuilding; no shipwright could resist it.

Suddenly, Tom seemed to remember something. He abruptly looked up at Roger and the others, his eyes filled with gratitude and admiration.

“You… you really did it!” Tom’s voice was a little choked, but more filled with excitement and joy. “This is the real Treasure Tree Adam! With it, I can build the strongest ship!”

“Uncle Tom, is your reaction time a bit too slow?” Rett pouted.

Uncle Tom didn’t listen to what Rett was saying, turning back to gaze deeply at the Treasure Tree Adam.

At this moment, stars seemed to twinkle in Tom’s eyes, a look of pure happiness on his face, and even a glistening tear could be seen sliding from the corner of his mouth.

Roger watched Tom’s excited expression from the side and couldn’t help but laugh, “Uncle Tom, your expression looks even happier than ours.”

“Haha, of course I’m happy!” Tom wiped the corner of his mouth, turned around, and beamed with a proud smile. “This is the greatest moment in my shipbuilding career! Thanks to you, I have the chance to personally build such a legendary ship!”

Rayleigh pushed up his glasses and smiled, “Then we look forward to the ship’s birth.”

Tom nodded vigorously, grabbing Rayleigh, Jabba, Roger, and Rett, “One, two, three, let’s go!”

None of the four resisted, their small eyes filled with big confusion.

Tom turned around, “Come back in half a year to pick up the ship.”

He didn’t give them a chance to refuse.

Slam! The door closed.

Rett looked at Captain Roger, Roger looked at First Mate Rayleigh, Rayleigh looked at Jabba, and Jabba looked back at Rett.

“What should we do now?”

Roger, Rayleigh, and Jabba all looked at Rett simultaneously.

Rett: ?????

Jabba cleared his throat, “Little Rett, don’t you think you’re too weak right now?”

Rett had an ominous feeling.

Roger burst out laughing, “Anyway, there’s still half a year. Rett, it’s time for special training.”

“Next, you’ll learn the Six Powers, the use of heavy swords, the development of your Devil Fruit ability, and further training in all three types of Haki,” Rayleigh said the coldest words in the calmest manner.

Rett: My family, the sky has fallen.

While Rett was undergoing his “happy” training,

What were the Five Elders doing????

Of course, they were having a secret meeting.

The Five Elders sat around the Empty Throne, the candlelight flickering, the atmosphere as heavy as iron.

“The Treasure Tree Adam is lost, CP 0 is completely wiped out, yet we didn’t even see a shadow of the enemy?” The old man with the sword had white knuckles.

“The people sent to investigate found only Sea Kings nearby.” The Financial Warrior God said, “Are we supposed to announce to the world that we were robbed by fish?”

“Block the news.” The blonde old man decided, “Handle it as an ‘unusual maritime accident’.”

The transport ship was changed to “encountered an underwater volcanic eruption,” an accident. Our ship was already robbed, which is a disgrace. We need to send more people to search, but this matter must not be spread. The authority of the World Government cannot be violated.

The Financial Warrior God said, “It seems we’ve been lax these past few years. Suppress this matter and execute all those who know.”

The Five Elders were truly furious. There was no way to find the culprit. A bunch of useless people couldn’t even send out a message before they died.

Rett: If you had sent it out, how would I have continued to blend in?

“Agreed” X 4

Swish, swish, swish. Three months passed.

Let’s turn the camera back to Rett.

Rett lay on the rooftop, idly swinging his legs, playing with a crude wooden sword in his hand—one Rayleigh had casually carved for him two days ago.

“Ugh, this thing is so light, no feel at all…” He pouted, then casually swung it. The wooden sword snapped in two with a crack.

His strength had increased significantly these past few days, and he was having trouble controlling it.

Jabba was wiping his axe in the courtyard and scoffed when he saw this, “Kid, that’s not how you play with a sword.”

“I didn’t do it on purpose!” Rett bristled, “This wood is too brittle!”

Rayleigh walked out of the house, holding a sea chart, “There’s an island near Water 7. It’s said a very skilled blacksmith lives in seclusion there.”

Rett suddenly sat up straight, his crimson eyes glinting slightly, “A blacksmith… does that mean there might be a very powerful sword?”

Jabba raised an eyebrow, “What? The kid’s interested in swords now?”

Rett clenched his fist, his gaze unusually serious, “I want a real sword! Not a toy, not a stick, but a sword that can cut through waves!”

Roger burst out laughing, leaping down from the mast and landing heavily on Rett’s back, “Ambitious! Then let’s go to the island and take a look!”

Roger and the others borrowed a ship from the shipyard and set off.

That night, Rett lay on the deck, gazing at the starry sky.

The waves gently slapped against the ship’s hull, making a rhythmic sound.

Rett watched the stars from the deck.

“Can’t sleep?” Rayleigh walked over and sat down beside him.

Rett rolled over and mumbled, “Big Brother Rayleigh, what kind of sword do you think would be worthy of the future ‘Ghost in the Mist’?”

Rayleigh chuckled, “The sword isn’t important, what’s important is the person holding the sword.”

Rett pouted, “That’s too cliché. You’re not going to lecture me with big philosophies, are you?”

“But it’s the truth.” Rayleigh looked out at the distant horizon, “Those great swordmasters with black blades, besides the sword’s inherent quality, they all tempered them into black blades using their Armament Haki. A good sword will only allow you to perform better in battle, but for your swordsmanship, it’s the same as an ordinary sword. To put it plainly, it’s just a pile of iron.”

Rett was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, “What if… the sword I find is especially heavy, especially big, and I can’t lift it?”

Rayleigh pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting the moonlight, “Then get stronger, until you can lift it. You want to use a heavy sword, don’t you? Then don’t fear it. Train until you can lift it.”

The next morning, the ship docked.

As soon as the four stepped onto the pier, they heard a commotion from the tavern.

“Did you hear? The old blacksmith’s ‘final work’ is finally complete!”