chsdbacks Chapter 118 You'll Regret It, Whitebeard
Chapter 118 You'll Regret It, Whitebeard
In the early morning, sunlight streamed across the deck.
A sea breeze woke Allen from his hangover.
"Hey! Kid!"
Marco, hands on his hips, angrily pointed: "Don't you have any self-awareness as a patient?! Drinking is one thing, but to actually sleep on the deck?!"
Allen rubbed his eyes and looked down at the outer garment covering him.
This is Teach's.
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"You talked to Teach all night? That guy doesn't usually like talking to strangers, that's strange."
Yawning, Allen put away his coat and smiled faintly: "Maybe it's because... we get along particularly well."
Marco glared at him, then stepped forward and took Allen's hand to examine it, blue flames igniting at his fingertips.
Allen stared at the blue flame, feeling its pulse seeping into his body, suppressing his instincts and offering no resistance.
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Marco is a Zoan-type Mythical Zoan Devil Fruit user, even rarer than Logia-type users, with the Bird-Bird Fruit - Phoenix Form.
It can transform into the mythical creature "Phoenix" and unleash the healing "Flame of Regeneration." At its highest level, it can even be resurrected after turning to ashes!
Judging from the timeline, his fruit is very likely a mythical beast that Whitebeard obtained during the God Valley battle.
According to the fruit encyclopedia, the strength of this fruit is comparable to that of the Azure Dragon Fruit!
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"Hmm...the recovery is going well, it should be fully healed in a few days."
Marco released his hand and said calmly, "Stay in the cabin these next few days. When we reach a town, we'll give you a small boat."
"You can go on your own when the time comes. If we happen to meet again, remember to pay for your treatment and meals."
Marco's words surprised Allen.
He was still thinking about how to escape, but he didn't expect that he didn't need to consider it at all.
"Captain Marco...aren't you worried that I'm an enemy of the Whitebeard Pirates?"
It's not just about being an enemy force; Allen personally killed Whitebeard's former partner and suspected lover, as well as a so-called "Whitebeard II".
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Marco grinned: "So what if you're the enemy? We just treated a wounded person who was stranded at sea."
"We'll beat you up when you try to attack us! Hahahaha!!"
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"What pirate! He's just some rascal who drew his own ugly flag and set sail!"
"Wait until he actually becomes a pirate, then you can come and tell me about breaking the rules!"
Allen inexplicably recalled what Smoker had said to him years ago when he arrested him.
Other marines wanted to send him to prison, but Smoker overruled their objections and allowed him to enter the naval training camp.
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Allen can distinguish between goodwill and malice. Even Teach didn't show any malice in his eyes last night.
A thought flashed through his mind, and Allen smiled, "I'd like to see Mr. Whitebeard, is that alright?"
Marco was taken aback and asked doubtfully, "You want to see Father? Everyone at sea says Father is the most vicious demon. Aren't you afraid?"
"Seeing is believing; whether it's a demon or not, you have to actually see it to know."
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"Is that so... then you can have lunch on the deck."
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The first encounter with this strongest person in the world was not a legendary entrance, nor was it a preordained event.
Allen saw him at the midday banquet.
Edward Newgate, known as the Whitebeard, terrifies the seas.
His six-meter-tall frame resembled a moving hill, and compared to most deformed half-giants, the white-bearded man had a very well-proportioned physique.
The muscles in his arms were bulging, conveying a terrifying sense of power, and his broad shoulders seemed capable of supporting the entire world.
Aside from physical strength, Allen didn't sense any of Whitebeard's aura as the strongest.
He sat in the center, leaning back in a specially made giant chair, with the Supreme Grade Sword Murakumogiri casually placed to one side, surrounded by members of the Whitebeard Pirates.
Marco the Phoenix.
Diamond Joz.
Flower fencer, Bista.
The Demon Fishman Namur...
Each of them was a renowned pirate in the New World, but at this moment they were like a group of children playing around their parents, holding wine jars and crowding around, shouting to see who could drink the fastest.
Marco stared at the white-bearded man, muttering things like, "Don't drink too much, two more buckets at most," and so on...
The white-bearded man didn't seem to care, his rough, large hands occasionally patting the shoulders of those around him, or picking up a barrel of liquor to clink glasses with everyone.
If he sees that his own barrel is empty, he will even try to steal Joz's wine.
Joz didn't back down either, and the two engaged in a tug-of-war over the barrel.
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There are no strict hierarchical rules like those of a typical pirate, nor is it a place for crewmates to drink and have fun together.
It was more like a family dinner than a pirate crew's banquet.
Allen sat in the corner.
He knew that the Whitebeard Pirates were a pirate crew formed by family ties, and were jokingly referred to by other great pirates as a "playing house" game.
Knowing beforehand and experiencing it firsthand are different.
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Allen had never been in such an environment in either of his two lives; it was unfamiliar and he couldn't adapt.
"Gurala—lala—you over there!"
He snapped out of his daze and met the gaze of the white-bearded man.
"Can't you even drink alcohol because of a minor injury? Or is it that Sachi's cooking doesn't suit your taste?"
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"Don't talk nonsense, Dad."
Satchel placed a plate of cherry pie in front of Allen: "Teach said you like my cherry pie. On this ship, guests can't go hungry!"
The Whitebeard Pirates' fourth division captain and cook was also the one who unintentionally obtained the Dark-Dark Fruit that Teach had always dreamed of, and was subsequently killed.
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Allen raised his wine jar and clinked it against Whitebeard's from a distance.
The spicy liquor slid down his throat. Allen wiped his mouth and commented, "The food was delicious, but the liquor was terrible, not as good as the one Teach gave me."
"Hahahaha!! After all, it's the cheapest wine! We can't afford good wine anymore!"
"Hey, Teach, hurry up and get out your hidden gem of wine. You're giving it to your friends but not to us!"
Teach smiled innocently: "No way, I'm saving it to drink secretly tonight. I'll give it to you if you keep me company on night watch."
"Let's forget about it then. We're not like you who can't sleep!"
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Allen looked at Teach.
Even you, would you be affected by such an environment...?
Was the act of killing Sachi a momentary outburst of malice, or a well-thought-out decision to completely sever ties with the past?
Humans are such complex creatures...
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The banquet lasted until dusk. Unlike the navy, pirates don't eat regularly; they usually eat only one meal a day, and each meal takes half a day.
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As everyone gradually left the deck, only Whitebeard and Allen remained, which was clearly the result of Whitebeard's prior instructions.
"What are your thoughts after Marco told you you wanted to meet me?"
"How do you compare to the guy who injured you?"
The white-bearded man's voice was deep and muffled, with a kind of muddy, resonant quality.
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How could Whitebeard, who had once been on the same ship as Golden Lion, not recognize his old acquaintance's swordsmanship?
Injuries inflicted by powerful individuals are often clearly marked, and there are countless similar examples.
Allen was silent for a moment, then smiled faintly.
"Just like I'd heard, an old man who loves playing house."
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"Gura-la-la-la-"
The white-bearded man threw his head back and laughed, and the distant waves rippled with his laughter.
"That's a very apt description!!"
The white-bearded man rested his chin on his hand and chuckled, "Kid, you're looking at me strangely..."
"I am right in front of you, you are looking at me, but you cannot see me."
"Ah...it's like their gaze is passing right through me, seeing into the future."
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Allen's pupils contracted sharply, and it took him a second to calm himself down.
"Perhaps that's true... Mr. Whitebeard, would you like to know about your future?"
If Whitebeard really wanted to know, Allen wasn't sure if he would tell him.
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The white-bearded man shook his head, as if refusing Roger's offer to tell him about the final island.
"I don't care about the future, I don't want to know."
Allen frowned slightly: "What if it's a future that's extremely dire for you?"
Allen saw not a trace of hesitation or doubt in the man's eyes.
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"Then let it come."
The white-bearded man picked up the wine jug beside him: "Kid, sometimes looking too far ahead isn't a good thing, glug glug..."
"You don't need to tell me what the future holds; I'll see for myself."
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Allen took a sip of his drink and chuckled, "Good advice is useless against a damned devil. You'll regret this, Whitebeard."
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"What a vicious brat, no wonder he got beaten up like that."
"Heh, the guy who hit me wasn't much better. He almost missed this time, but I'll definitely kill him next time we meet."
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"Gurarara... Well then, I wish you victory!"