"So, I can understand why Nami would have one, but why the hell do you two idiots have this thing?!"
Stepping out of Doctor Kureha's treehouse, Law's face darkened as he looked at Zoro—who had fallen asleep during an ice bath and was now frozen solid—and Luffy, who was currently drooling at Bepo and trying desperately to catch him. Law stared in bewilderment at the flickering Lightforged Beacon in his hand.
"Why would Wright give this crystal to these fools…?"
"And that long-nosed guy's goggles… aren't they the same as Vinsmoke Niji's? And that curly eyebrow… the Vinsmoke family…?"
Pressing a hand to his forehead, Law sighed. He had originally come to the port expecting to make some easy money—taking out any pirate crews that dared set foot in this country was both good combat practice and a decent way to pass the time.
But the moment he woke Bepo and leaped onto the pirate ship, ready to draw his sword, he saw his treasured Lightforged Beacon—glowing!
There were three resonance targets on this ship?!
Was this really a pirate ship and not some Marine vessel in disguise?
Still confused by their absurdity, Law then noticed Sanji supporting a seriously ill Nami—one of the resonance targets.
As a doctor, Law immediately understood the situation. They had come here in search of medical treatment.
Revealing his identity as a doctor, and with the Lightforged Beacon proving he was an ally, Law quickly gained Luffy and Zoro's complete trust and led them to Kureha's treehouse to begin treatment.
"Tra-guy! How's Nami-san doing?"
The moment Law stepped out of the room, Sanji rushed up in a panic.
"I'm warning you! If anything happens to our lovely Nami-chan, you'd better be ready to—"
"There's no problem. The crystal hasn't activated, meaning Nami's condition isn't fatal."
"This crystal is a special edition designed for ladies. It seems that wearing it long-term has health benefits. If not for the nourishment from the crystal, this could have been serious."
Seeing Sanji finally breathe a sigh of relief, Law took out a lighter and lit a cigarette.
Hmph, with that pervy attitude and that name… there's no doubt about it, he's Sanji!)
Reiju, Ichiji, Niji, Yonji… and then this guy. Zero, One, Two, Three, Four—yep, he's the missing "Stealth Black!"
But why is there a reaction to Radiant Gold on him? The Stealth Black raid suit should still be in Germa's hands, and my own Radiant Gold suit is a one-of-a-kind piece!
That lighter… Did Wright have me use the Op-Op Fruit to modify that whole set of cookware just for him?
"Sanji! I'm hungry! Can we eat this bear?"
Luffy's eyes sparkled as he turned to Law.
"Tra-guy! You're such a great guy—not only did you treat Nami, but you even brought food!"
"You bastard! My name is Law! Not 'Tra-guy'!"
"And for the last time, Bepo is my crewmate! Not food, you idiot!"
Law fought back the urge to draw his sword and slice these people into pieces.
"If you guys ever run into a talking reindeer, don't you dare try to eat him!"
...
On the sea route from Water 7 to the Sabaody Archipelago, there existed a dreaded territory known as the "Florian Triangle."
A place shrouded in eternal fog, this was a terrifying stretch of ocean where ships mysteriously vanished—over a hundred vessels disappearing every year.
Rumors spoke of ghost ships, haunted by the undead, drifting endlessly through the mist…
And today, within the never-ending haze, a golden light shone through.
"Hmm… Not too hard to find."
Wright, clad in a black longcoat, stretched his radiant Holy Light wings, gazing at the dilapidated pirate ship slowly drifting through the fog. The eerie melody coming from it grew clearer as the ship approached.
"Bring Bink's sake, sail the seas and row the waves~"
"Through the wind and storm, our hearts are brave~"
"Beyond the ocean's tide…"
The song abruptly stopped.
Wright smiled as he looked at the astonished, gaping skeleton standing by the ship's railing—a wild afro on his skull, a cane hooked onto his arm, and a steaming cup of tea in his hand. His once-elegant suit was now in tatters.
God only knew where he even got that hot tea.
"…Oh divine one…"
"After all these decades, have you finally sent an angel to guide me to the afterlife…?"
"…Ah, what a shame, though. Why couldn't it be a beautiful angel lady? Then I could admire her—"
"Wait a second—do angels wear panties?"
"…"
Wright's smile froze.
For a moment, he seriously considered purging this ridiculous skeleton on the spot.
"All right, Temporary Captain of the Rumbar Pirates—'Humming' Brook. I need a favor from you."
"Forget about angelic ladies—you can dream about that later."
Wright descended next to Brook, retracting his Holy Light wings. The afro-headed skeleton, who had snapped out of his shock the moment he heard his name, bowed slightly and tipped his hat.
"Ah… My apologies. Yohohoho~"
"I never imagined that after all these decades, the first living person I'd meet would actually recognize me!"
Brook chuckled and said, "All I ever see here are ghost ships. It's honestly terrifying… The moment I saw you, I truly thought an angel had descended!"
"And yet… your golden light does not harm me. Why, I was so startled I nearly popped my eyeballs out!"
"Of course, I don't have eyeballs—yohohoho!"
Wright twitched slightly at Brook's humor. Studying the moving skeleton before him, he nodded.
"If you were to be exposed to sunlight, your body would fall apart, correct? Your shadow was stolen?"
"You even know that?!"
Brook was shocked—quite a feat for a skull.
"I've personally witnessed others like myself… robbed of their shadows, only to disintegrate in the sun. It was truly horrifying—"
"Although, as a skeleton, I don't have much hair left to stand on end—yohohoho~"
"Yes, I've read about the fate of the Rumbar Pirates. A lone skeleton, drifting through the mist for decades, then having his shadow stolen…"
Wright sighed, shaking his head.
"Your life has truly been a tale of blood and tears."
"Yohohoho~ Meeting you today has been the greatest joy I've had in years…"
Brook bowed deeply.
"In this endless fog, where I cannot even tell night from day, I've spent years at the helm of a ship that no longer even has a working rudder…"
"I have been truly terrified… truly lonely."
"But today, you have come here… and you have come specifically for me."
"I am so happy—if I had eyes, I would be crying right now!"
Wright shook his head.
"Though I did come here for you, I won't be helping you retrieve your shadow just yet."
"For certain reasons, I'm not planning to take on 'Warlord of the Sea' Gecko Moria for now."
"Although, there are quite a few people who want to deal with him lately, so you won't have to wait too long. But my reason for coming today is…"
"To learn more about the Paramecia-type Yomi Yomi no Mi."
"Oh, right. I haven't introduced myself yet."
Wright raised his hand, summoning a golden glow of Holy Light.
"My name is Wright. I'm a swordsman… and my ability is Holy Light. It mainly heals wounds and illnesses, though it's light, it's different from sunlight."
Brook was no fool.
This man named Wright had no hostility but had come seeking him—a pirate who had vanished from history decades ago.
And he had precisely named his Devil Fruit ability and the matter of his shadow…
"Ah, what exactly is a 'Warlord of the Sea'? Yohohoho~"
"..."
With patience, Wright explained the concept of the Seven Warlords and gave Brook a brief rundown of Gecko Moria's history. Finally, he said:
"You don't need to worry about how I know of your existence, Brook. But your Yomi Yomi no Mi is quite remarkable. I believe it might give me some insight into my own abilities."
"As a trade-off, I can train you in swordsmanship for a week—after all, I am a Great Swordsman!"
"A Great Swordsman?!"
Brook was taken aback. "Ryuma… So, Wright-san, you're truly a swordsman of that caliber?"
"If my swordsmanship were stronger… maybe next time I meet him, I could reclaim my shadow!"
"This deal—I accept!"
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