Chapter 33 - eting the Shandians
Sowhere on Skypiea, in a place called Hidden Cloud Village.
It was the Shandians' stronghold.
Following the map provided by Gan Fall, Sakazuki brought Cricket here. They had barely caught sight of the village's outline when—
Whoosh!
The sound of wind tearing through the air sounded. Three long spears flew straight at Sakazuki, aiming for his heart, throat, and head.
He didn't move. Instead of dodging, he simply lifted a finger.
Shhh...
The spears pierced through him with a chilling sound. His chest, neck, and skull were all impaled, leaving gaping holes. Yet no blood spilled. Instead, molten magma trickled out of the wounds.
Across from him, the Shandian warriors stiffened. Even though Skypiea was cut off from the Blue Sea, they still knew enough to understand what that ant.
One of them quickly slung a rocket launcher-like weapon off his back.
Boom!
A cannonball roared through the sky, closing in on Sakazuki. At the sa ti, a sharp whistle rang out—a signal that enemies had arrived.
In response to the opponent's strike, Sakazuki calmly tapped his finger. Unlike his usual fast bullet-like attack, this ti, a black magma projectile spun forward with a loud rumble.
Wherever it passed, powerful air currents exploded outward. In an instant, a clear path was blasted through the cloud field, leading directly to the village.
The magma bullet collided with the cannonball midair, then smashed into one of the Shandians, but it didn't explode. Instead, the projectile kept pushing forward, heading straight toward the massive vine in the center of the village.
Just before impact, the black magma twisted and expanded, engulfing the warrior entirely. It solidified quickly, locking him in place with only his eyes and nose left exposed.
Boom!
It slamd into the thick vine, punching out a large crater. The warrior was unhard but completely immobilized, frozen in hardened magma.
The whistle from earlier had already thrown the village into high alert. Believing the Skypieans had attacked, every Shandian warrior burst out of their huts with weapons drawn. But no enemies t their eyes, only a scorched path left behind by an overwhelming force.
At the end of that path, two figures walked side by side: one tall, one small.
An older man, about the sa age as Gan Fall, raised a hand to signal the others to hold their positions. Though cautious, he remained silent as he observed the approaching pair.
This was the chief of the Shandians. His body was adorned with ceremonial ornants, and a wolf-head pelt rested on his head, signifying his high status.
The crowd watched the strangers warily, their grips on their weapons tightening as tension hung in the air.
"We an no harm," Sakazuki's voice rang out as they reached the village's edge. The Shandians tensed again when he raised his right hand.
Ignoring their reaction, he pressed his fingers downward, and the villagers heard a strange shifting sound behind them. They turned and saw the huge crater in the vine.
With Sakazuki's Devil Fruit power activating again, the hardened magma began to glow with heat from the inside, lting back into a molten flow and sliding to the ground.
The trapped Shandian warrior dropped down. Aside from a minor burn, he was completely unhard. He stared at Sakazuki, still on guard.
"State your purpose, Blue Sea man."
The chief had seen the stranger let the warrior go. It eased his mind slightly, but his tone remained cautious as he questioned the two, clearly different from anyone native to Skypiea.
Sakazuki responded calmly. "Do you know about Noland?"
The chief's eyes widened. Shock appeared on his face. He couldn't believe soone knew of their connection to Noland.
The last ti his na had co up was who knows how many years ago, when a forr chief asked a Blue Sea adventurer about it. The fact this stranger would bring it up on his own left him stunned.
But he quickly composed himself and, in a hoarse but steady voice, asked, "How do you know him?"
"Looks like we found the right place,"
Sakazuki said, gaving a symbolic nod of confirmation.
Then, he gently pushed Cricket forward. "He is a descendant of Noland. He's co to find Kalgara."
"What?!"
"A descendant of Norland?!"
The Shandians were in disbelief. Their eyes snapped to the small figure beside Sakazuki. The chief's body shook slightly. His mouth opened and closed, lost for words.
"It's true..."
Only now did he notice the boy's hairstyle—chestnut-shaped, just like in their ancient legends.
Overwheld with emotion, the chief slowly walked forward and crouched down to et Cricket at eye level. His voice trembled with excitent as he spoke. "Great Warrior Kalgara... your friend's descendant has co looking for you."
He held Cricket's hand tightly, then gestured for Sakazuki to enter the village. Turning to his people, he shouted, "Bring out the finest food we have! Honor our guests!"
"Yes!" The Shandians sprang into action, welcoming the visitors with open arms.
No one held anything back. The bonfire had barely started crackling before Cricket's table was already overflowing with food.
The chief sat beside him, looking at the boy with warm eyes, like a father watching over his child. He chatted happily, a smile never leaving his face.
On the other side, the Shandian warrior who had been blasted away earlier walked up to Sakazuki with a serious look. He held a large wooden bowl filled with liquor.
"About what happened before, I was rude. Great adventurer, please forgive ."
He raised the bowl and drank it all in one go.
"It's alright," Sakazuki replied, picking up his own bowl. He nodded toward the warrior and downed it as well.
Soon, the celebration reached its peak. Songs and dances carried on late into the night, until finally, the village fell into peaceful slumber.
Later that night, the chief and the warrior nad Clen stepped quietly into the tent where Sakazuki and Cricket slept. Smiling at the boy, they signaled for Sakazuki to join them. He got up and followed them out, stepping onto one of the large vine leaves.
The three of them sat down, looking over the village below. The chief spoke first.
"Respected adventurer, I noticed during the day that Cricket seed hesitant to speak his full purpose. Besides following the traces of the great warrior Kalgara, is there sothing else that brings you here?"
Sakazuki nodded and looked down at the campfires flickering below. "Yes. There's sothing else. Gan Fall asked us to bring you a ssage. He wishes for peace."
Clen's expression changed. He was about to speak when the chief raised a hand to stop him. Looking toward Cricket's tent, the chief fell silent for a long mont. Then he asked, "Is this what Cricket wants as well?"
Sakazuki watched the chief in silence. If it were his wish, the Shandians would surely accept it, as he was the descendant of Noland.
"No. He hasn't made a decision yet, so the choice still lies with you."
The chief's shoulders relaxed slightly, a faint smile forming. His eyes lingered on the tent with growing affection, but then his expression darkened again, and Clen finally spoke, unable to hold back any longer.
"Is this a joke?! Four hundred years of humiliation, and you think a simple word of peace can erase it?!"
"Four hundred years...!"
"Enough, Clen!" The chief snapped at the agitated Clen, his serious expression showing that his heart was far from calm.
"Four hundred years of hatred. It's understandable. No one else has the right to interfere. By the way, the lost Light of Shandora, it's at the top of the giant vine that runs through Upper Yard," Sakazuki's calm voice broke the silence. This wasn't sothing anyone could decide on soone else's behalf.
He then stood up and jumped down from the vine leaf, leaving the space to the two n.
It was destined to be a heavy night.
...
Early the next morning, Sakazuki stepped out of the tent with Cricket. In the distance, the chief looked a bit worn out.
When he saw Cricket co out, he pulled himself together a little and smiled as he walked over.
"Apologies, great adventurer... we..."
"I understand."
Sakazuki nodded and gave Cricket a gentle pat, signaling him to say goodbye to everyone.
It was ti to move on. The Ark Maxim was still the top priority.
Soon after, the chief called the whole tribe. Though reluctant, they gathered to see Cricket off. As the two figures walked farther and farther away, even Clen, the strongest warrior of the tribe, had tears in his eyes.
He turned back and stared at the statue of the great warrior Kalgara, lost in thought.
...
Blue Sea. The first half of the Grand Line, Derrick Island.
An endless war raged on between the countries of Malakar and Galzburg. On the outskirts of their battlefield, in a small town—
Thud!
A body hit the ground. All around, others lay unconscious, covered in blood. They wore all military uniforms, but from their faces, they were clearly just kids.
Screeech—
A heavy clay jar scraped across the dirt, dragged by a massive shadow. Towering over the fallen youths, the figure's eyes radiated bloodlust.
Crack!
The jar smashed across one of the bodies. Liquor splashed out, stinging wounds and jolting the boy awake.
"Ahh!!!"
"Ugh!"
"What the hell..."
"Bu... Bullet..."
"What are you trying to do?!"
One by one, they stirred, woken by pain and fear. When they spotted the figure looming above them, panic returned.
"Hehe." Bullet grinned and stepped forward. He grabbed the boy who had said his na by the throat.
"Mmm! Mmm!"
The boy struggled, eyes wide with terror. But his limbs were already broken—he couldn't fight back.
Crunch!
The sickening sound of bones snapping echoed and the boy stopped moving. Bullet flung the limp body aside and walked to the next.
"No! Please!"
"Bullet, I was wrong! Spare !"
"It was all Blade's idea!"
"He forced us!"
"Please! No—!"
"Mmm! Mmm!!!"
Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!
Their cries and struggles were drowned by the brutal sound of bones breaking, again and again—until silence fell.
Finally, Bullet stepped up to the last one.
"Your turn."
This one was in the worst shape. All four limbs were shattered, and his tongue had been torn out. The boy watched Bullet's emotionless face draw near and his entire body trembled with fear.
He thrashed desperately, but it was no use. All he could do was watch as Bullet's hand reached for his head.
Splat!
Like a waterlon bursting, blood splattered across Bullet's face. With his blood-soaked, crazed eyes, he looked terrifying, inhuman.
With a strong pull, he yanked off the dal pinned to Blade's chest.
Bullet held it for a mont, then solemnly pinned it to the left side of his own uniform.
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