Qingshu stood on the coast and looked out, preparing to rent a boat.
At this moment, a tall and muscular man, about thirty years old, walked up behind him.
He accidentally glanced at Qingshu, stayed on his valuable clothes for two seconds, and laughed heartily: "Is this guest going to take a boat?"
Qingshu turned his head and looked at it, and said, "Yes, can you rent a boat?"
"It's not a charter boat. I can take you wherever the guest wants to go," the young man replied.
"Go to the land of water."
"It just so happens that I'm going to go too. I'll give you a ride on the way, as long as you can pay."
"Can."
Qingshu didn't bargain and settled the bill quickly, making the young man smile even more.
"Just call me Zentaro."
"good."
Qingshu followed him onto the boat.
The boat is not big, but it is more than enough for two people.
He found a seat anywhere.
Zentaro stood on the bow of the boat and paddled, revealing a strong sense of power in every move he made.
Qingshu squinted his eyes and said nothing.
Half an hour later, his breathing became steady and he seemed to have fallen asleep.
"guest."
Zentaro tried calling out, but there was no response. He called out three times in a row, but it was still the same as before.
A smile suddenly appeared on his face.
He stopped the sailboat and took out a white short knife, which was slightly longer than a dagger, about 18 centimeters.
Zentaro has always liked the number eighteen.
He came to Qingshu and made a gesture, which was very skillful.
As one of the emerging pirates, he is already used to this kind of work.
Although he is just a chef in his pirate group, chefs also have dreams.
He thought he would spend his life in the kitchen, but the Devil Fruit stirred up his childhood desire to be a ninja.
So he decided to go to sea.
It's a pity that although he has been exercising all year round, he is still an embroidered pillow.
He ran into the Blackwood Pirates and was unfortunately captured.
The only good thing is that there is no chef in the entire pirate group.
After some twists and turns, Zentaro returned to his old profession.
So there is no harm in learning one more technology.
Zentaro retracted his thoughts and raised the knife in his hand.
The short knife struck Haruki precisely on the neck.
He couldn't help but feel a little proud.
After becoming a pirate, he understood that there is no difference between killing people and killing pigs.
There was a bang.
Zentaro's smile froze, and the short knife he spent a lot of money to buy was rolled up.
Qingshu opened his eyes.
He touched his neck and felt nothing.
The authentic immortal body has long been invulnerable.
He casually took Zentaro's short sword, shook it slightly, and immediately recovered.
"Sir...sir..."
Zentaro swallowed, knowing that he had met a ninja.
Only ninjas can have such an exaggerated performance.
"Which pirate group is he from?"
Qingshu put the short knife on his neck and smiled slightly.
"Sir Kuroki, I'm just a cook, really."
"Oh? It's normal for a cook to bring a knife, right?"
"Yes yes yes!"
Zentaro nodded quickly.
"Take me to the Blackwood Pirates."
Haruki put the dagger back into Zentaro's hand, "By the way, tell me which of the current pirate groups are famous."
Zentaro saved his life and wished he could talk to Haruki with all his heart.
Ten minutes later, Qingshu couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He heard something very interesting.
"Are you saying that there was a ninja who claimed to be a descendant of Roger the Pirate King, who ate a so-called Burning Fruit and gained extraordinary fire escape?"
The plot was so familiar that he thought he had heard it wrong.
Have you seen the original One Piece?
"Yes. The leader of the Burning Pirates has extraordinary strength. His fire escape exceeds everyone's imagination and has reached the limit of blood inheritance. His famous record is that he fought alone against the King's Shichibukai, and his fire escape attributes are inverse.
Escape after overcoming water."
When Zentaro told his story, his face naturally showed a look of yearning.
Qingshu could see that he wasn't lying.
The so-called King Shichibukai are the first generation of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen.
Although it is easy to be worn by Matt alone, after all, it is Krypton Ming who opens the Eight Door Dunjia, so it is understandable.
But the ninja Zentaro was talking about was a bit out of the ordinary.
Haruki thought for a moment, and the words Uchiha Madara popped into his mind.
Thinking of this, he closed his eyes and used the flying thunder magic telepathy.
Since he planted it for Uchiha Madara, he has not used it.
One is that there is no time, and the other is that I am afraid of disturbing the situation.
Chakra is consumed rapidly.
After a few seconds, he opened his eyes.
Uchiha Madara is currently in Kirigakure Village.
The Burning Pirates were most likely created by him.
But Qingshu still felt dumbfounded.
"How much is the reward for the leader of your pirate group?"
"Twenty million."
Zentaro's heart trembled, he might have met a bounty hunter.
But he still betrayed the leader without hesitation.
During his time at sea, he had long learned to kill decisively, be soft when necessary, and hard when necessary.
Qingshu naturally looked down upon this little money.
But he is very interested in the Burning Pirates.
Mostly it was used by Uchiha Madara to train his team.
The Akatsuki organization has not yet grown up.
Kirigakure Village is located overseas and is isolated from the world, making it the best subject to control.
Not to mention there is a tailed beast.
Of course, Haruki didn't know that his wooden clone had brought a sense of crisis to Uchiha Madara.
The criteria for joining the Burning Pirates are very simple.
A pirate who has a bounty of 30 million or brings a bounty of 30 million.
An hour passed.
Haruki saw the Kuroki Pirates.
Zentaro immediately put up a black flag.
"This is our code."
He quickly explained, "When you see the flag, you know it's one of your own."
Qingshu nodded slightly.
Climb aboard this steamship.
His perception spread, and there were forty-three people on the ship, including thirty-two ninjas.
The leader, Kuroki, showed the strongest strength, Jonin.
"Zentaro, you brought a pretty boy with you when you went home?"
Kuroki glanced at the overly handsome Haruki and his face darkened.
"I hate pretty boys the most. What you like about the back door is your business, but you are not qualified to bring her on board!"
Zentaro suddenly turned pale, and just as he was about to explain, he saw a flash of sword light in front of his eyes.
The arc is like a crescent moon rising high.
Blood and heads rolled to the ground.
Zentaro's face turned even paler, without any trace of blood.
He couldn't understand the scene before him at all.
"Is there any other pirate group nearby? They want a bounty of more than 10 million taels."
Qingshu turned to look at him.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!"
Zentaro was so frightened that his body trembled.
Anyone who sees a guy who kills a Jonin with one sword will feel scared.
He took a deep breath, pointed to the north, and said: "Going straight ahead, there is an island. I heard that the Nagata Pirates rested here recently."
"Thanks."
Haruki smiled.
The sword energy in his hand was everywhere, and no one in the entire ship escaped.
Seeing this, Zentaro stammered: "Sir, you...you are too polite...this is what I should...ah!"
He covered his neck and blood spurted out from between his fingers.
"This is a thank you gift to you."
Qingshu didn't even look back, he held Kuroki's head and disappeared into the vast sea.
If the pirates in "One Piece" still have some ideals, the pirates here are purely killing.