[Pirate] I! Orochimaru! I will never split! Chapter 222

Sanji vigilantly surveyed his surroundings, his gaze instantly locking onto a faint hint of green in the distance.

He was instantly filled with rage, furiously chasing in that direction, shouting non-stop,

“Stop right there! I told you not to run off!”

Franky helplessly extended his hand, watching Sanji quickly disappear into the distance, muttering,

“You shouldn’t run off either.”

It was then that Franky realized Kin’emon had also long since vanished. Now, only he remained by Luffy’s side.

Franky sighed with a hint of weariness, looking at Luffy,

“Let’s go to the arena first. You’re going to participate in the competition, right?”

Zoro, who had chased to the central plaza, frowned deeply, activating his Observation Haki and fully concentrating on sensing the whereabouts of Shusui.

That sword was his hard-won trophy, and now it had been stolen. How could he tolerate this?

“What fairy? Clearly, it’s a hateful thief! How dare they steal my sword! Where did it go?”

Zoro cursed under his breath, quickening his pace, his eyes revealing a hint of ferocity, determined to retrieve his beloved sword.

Meanwhile, Sanji roared non-stop from behind,

“I told you! Don’t run off! It’s just one or two swords! Give up!! Don’t run wild! Stick to the plan! We’re running out of time!”

Sanji, in pursuit, finally caught up with Zoro in the central plaza,

but was suddenly captivated by a burst of passionate music.

Sanji fixed his gaze, only to see Violet’s crimson lips slightly parted, delicately holding a vibrant, dewy rose, dancing gracefully amidst the waves of music.

Her slender and supple waist swayed like a nimble snake, moving freely with the rhythm, each movement seemingly imbued with endless charm.

Her dance steps were light and fluid, like flowing clouds and water, every gesture exuding elegance and allure.

Her skirt seemed to possess a life of its own, drawing graceful arcs in the air, soaring, swirling down, as if narrating a silent melody.

After the dance, Sanji was utterly mesmerized, his mouth agape, and the cigarette butt in his mouth involuntarily dropped to the ground.

“So there really are fairies!”

Violet’s gaze swept across the stage, instantly catching sight of Sanji.

Her crimson lips parted slightly, and she gently plucked the vibrant, dewy rose, still carrying her fragrant scent.

Then, with a light flick of her arm, the rose, like a butterfly imbued with a mission, traced a graceful arc in the air, precisely floating down towards Sanji below the stage.

Sanji instinctively caught the rose before him, and by now, Sanji was completely enchanted by Violet,

completely forgetting about chasing the sword again, and Zoro, who had vanished from his sight.

Heh (¯ㅿ¯;)… Green-moss head or whatever… it’s not important, ah… he already looked for him anyway, it’s his own fault for getting lost… his lady.

Seeing Violet gracefully descend from the stage, Sanji felt a pang of loss and could only idly wander around.

Unexpectedly, fate had them meet again.

After being forced to stage a hero saving the beauty, Sanji was instantly captivated by her, unwittingly falling into the elaborate web of her affection.

Violet tearfully recounted her “tragic ordeal” of being cruelly betrayed by her lover, then forced to retaliate by assassinating him, and now being hunted everywhere. Sanji, upon hearing this, was filled with pity and sympathy.

Violet’s eyes welled up with tears, and she extended her delicate hand to gently intertwine with Sanji’s arm, her delicate body trembling slightly as she pleaded with a choked voice,

“There’s a man I want you to help me kill.”

Sanji instantly succumbed.

In another part of the city, Luffy and Franky successfully arrived at the arena. Their appearance caused a small stir,

especially a somewhat strangely shaped, limping toy soldier. When his gaze met Luffy’s, his eyes instantly filled with shock.

It turned out that in the eyes of the toy soldier and others, Luffy’s white beard and yellow straw hat made him look like an old man in his twilight years.

And such an “old man” actually wanted to sign up for an intense arena battle, which was simply too shocking.

Luffy, however, paid no attention to any of this. He joyfully bounced to the registration desk, unhesitatingly registered his name, and even registered as “Lucy” in a clumsy attempt to hide his identity.

If Orochimaru were here, he would surely beat him senseless, thinking Doflamingo was blind!

As Luffy was about to step into the arena, Franky, separated by the iron gate, seriously advised him,

“Luffy, resolve the enemies cleanly and swiftly, but don’t go overboard.

After all, even though our positions are different, our relationships are still pretty good.”

After all, friendship in the pirate world often only lasts for one meal.

Luffy grinned broadly, showing his big teeth, and gave Franky a thumbs-up.

ദ്ദി (๑ᵒ̴̶̷͈᷄ᗨᵒ̴̶̷͈᷅)

“Leave it to me! I’ll definitely bring the meat back!! That’s the best meat in the world!”

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Franky expressionlessly turned his head, his gaze falling on the toy soldier who had been intently watching the arena.

The toy soldier’s voice was filled with worry and concern: “You really did enter the competition, Rebecca.”

Franky stared at the toy soldier, silent for a moment, seemingly uninterested in any of it. He walked past the soldier, preparing to leave.

After walking a few steps, Franky stopped again, turned his head, and carefully scrutinized the toy soldier, suddenly asking,

“Hey… are you from this country?”

The toy soldier seemed startled by the sudden question, instantly flustered, waving his hands frantically, and hastily replied,

“Of course, I’m a native of Dressrosa.”

Franky nodded slightly, then continued, “Is that so… then do you know where the factory or anything like that is?”

Upon hearing this, the toy soldier’s pupils constricted, filled with shock.

Seeing this, Franky unhesitatingly extended his mechanical finger, directly poking it into the toy soldier’s mouth, lowering his voice: “Don’t make such a fuss.”

On the other side of the arena, Luffy had already entered the waiting room for contestants.

Inside the arena, a diverse array of people from all corners of the world had gathered.

Clearly, wherever there are people, there are bound to be friction and disputes.

Sure enough, with Luffy’s old man disguise, a few busybodies underestimated him and, presuming their own strength, stepped forward to provoke him.

Luffy was not one to back down. He grinned, and in a few moves, easily knocked the provocateurs to the ground.

This impressive display of skill instantly made him the center of attention. The gazes cast upon him from around were filled with surprise, apprehension, and subtle implications, but mostly with curiosity and anticipation for this mysterious newcomer.

Among the crowd, only one man with green, spiky hair stared intently at Luffy’s back, his eyes burning with intense fire, his body trembling slightly with excitement. Uncontrollable emotions caused tears to stream from his eyes, looking as if he had seen the idol he had dreamed of and admired for many years.