Blake's sudden idea not only ignited Mary Geoise's enthusiasm—
On the Red Hair Pirates' Red Force, the atmosphere was somewhat heavy due to Blake's parting shout of "Shamrock."
Beckman lit another cigarette.
He didn't look at Shanks, who had returned to the main seat, his gaze always fixed on the distant sea:
"Captain, that Celestial Dragon just now, he seemed to recognize you."
Lucky Roux scratched his head:
"Yeah, Captain, that guy seemed to mistake you for someone else..."
Hearing this, Yasopp stopped cleaning his gun.
He didn't speak, but his eyes held the same question.
Yasopp had chosen to abandon his wife and child to sail with Shanks.
If he were to discover now that everything Shanks had said back then was false, he would probably collapse.
Snake adjusted his sunglasses, Hongo and Binji also put away their smiles, and even the usually restless monkey now lay down quietly.
Shanks looked at the doubts in everyone's eyes, and the feeling of a rift appearing in their unspoken understanding made the smile on his face gradually fade.
He silently put down his sake bowl, lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then said:
"Perhaps... he really recognized my face..."
Everyone remained silent, patiently waiting for him to continue.
The Red Hair Pirates had been together for some time; their trust in each other wasn't that fragile, and they would at least give Shanks a chance to explain.
Shanks took a deep breath and looked at everyone:
"I might not be from an ordinary family..."
"Have you heard of the God Valley Incident more than twenty years ago?"
He slowly recounted the events of that year, and everyone, including Uta, listened quietly.
He spoke from Rocks all the way to Shakky's story.
Finally, Shanks revealed his origin:
"Captain Roger and his crew returned to the ship with the stolen treasures, opened one of the chests, and found me inside."
"Captain Roger told me these things before the pirate crew disbanded..."
Beckman turned around, took a deep drag from his cigarette, and exhaled a large cloud of smoke:
"So, there weren't just natives and Slaves on that island, but also an unknown number of Celestial Dragons?"
"And you might have been one of them, right?"
At these words, an uncomfortable silence fell over the deck for a brief moment.
Suddenly—
"Hahaha... So what?"
Hongo burst out laughing, shouting loudly:
"Where you come from doesn't matter at all!"
"You are Shanks, who fights and feasts with us now!"
"Isn't that what's most important?"
Immediately, the atmosphere began to liven up again.
"That's right!"
Yasopp grinned:
"We're partners who've been through countless storms!"
"Exactly!"
Lucky Roux, biting on a chicken leg, spoke somewhat indistinctly:
"Compared to that, what we're going to do about the next feast is the real business!"
Everyone's agreement deeply moved Shanks; he exchanged a glance with Beckman, then smiled and raised his sake cup again.
Blake could roughly guess the current situation.
But none of that mattered; once the Celestial Dragons started searching for Shamrock all over the East Blue, they would know whether origins mattered.
Digging a pit casually, then turning around and running—how exciting!
The sanctuary had now approached the waters where Shimotsuki Village was located.
More than fifty years ago, this area was still a chaotic place.
When Shimotsuki Genzo and his group arrived at Shimotsuki Village, they first cleared out the bandits there before building the village.
Therefore, Shimotsuki Village was also known as Shimotsuki Village.
It could be said that everyone in the village now, more or less, had some connection to Wano Country.
Shimotsuki Village was just a small place; it didn't even have a dock large enough for a giant ship like the sanctuary to berth.
Helpless, Blake had to anchor the ship offshore and have Mandy imitate Kuzan to create a path to the island.
Blake didn't make a big show of it this time, like in Loguetown, but he also didn't deliberately hide.
He still wore his white spacesuit, with a transparent fishbowls (helmets) on his head.
Just as Blake had expected, this small village in the East Blue had no fear of a World Nobles's arrival, nor did it have those fawning welcoming ceremonies.
Most people here didn't even know what Celestial Dragons were.
Entering the village, a few children playing by the roadside stopped their game, curiously scrutinizing the uninvited guests.
Especially one spiky-haired kid, who stared intently at Blake's fishbowls (helmets), pulling at his companion beside him with an innocent look:
"Look at that person, he's so strange..."
"Why does he put himself in a fishbowls (helmets)?"
Another child also tilted his head:
"His clothes are strange too... a style I've never seen."
Blake's eye twitched, and three Blake lines appeared on his forehead.
He turned and glared at the talkative kids, his Conqueror's Haki precisely enveloping them.
It's fine if I call it a fishbowls (helmets), but you little brats dare to call it a fishbowls (helmets)?
The children fell without any hesitation, crashing directly onto the roadside.
Their foreheads hit the roadside drain, swelling into a bleeding lump.
Seeing this, Blake withdrew his gaze and sighed:
"This is just me being good-tempered."
"If it were any other Celestial Dragon, they would have probably sharked all of you today!!!"
"I'm really too kind..."
Blake, who was in the midst of self-pity, suddenly heard a discordant voice from behind him:
"How tasteless, arguing with children."
Olga, mixed in with the maid group, accidentally spoke her mind again.
Blake turned his head, looking expressionlessly at the little girl who had interrupted his mood, grabbed her, and shook her vigorously:
"Not only will I argue with children, but I won't even spare you, a big child over two hundred years old!"
Perona covered her mouth and snickered nearby; finally, someone had appeared to share her punishment.
Throwing the dizzy Olga onto the ground, Blake continued walking towards the Shimotsuki Dojo.
Stella, behind him, smiled and helped the stumbling Olga up, ruffling her golden hair.
The location of the Shimotsuki Dojo was not remote; age-appropriate children in the village were usually sent here for basic kendo training, a tradition that had continued for many years.
Soon, everyone arrived at the gate of the Shimotsuki Dojo.
It was unclear whether sword dojos also had days off, or if Genzo meant to decline visitors, but the gate was closed.
Blake was somewhat displeased; he wasn't the kind of person who would give up just because you closed the door.
However, the main purpose this time was to take Kuina, so he wouldn't just kick the door open.
His gaze swept over everyone behind him, finally resting on Ginny:
"Ginny, you go knock on the door!"
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