"I want to take a little vacation around the seas," Damien said. "There's a few things I've been meaning to do."
"…" Rocks glared in response; he studied every subtle movement of the young pirate before him.
"Do as you like, you've got two years."
Damien hummed at the response and took his leave from the gloomy room without looking back.
…
"It's done, Commander," Indra, who had appeared beside Damien, said. The two walked from the center of the island toward Damien's little corner.
"Oh? How'd that bastard Shiki take it?"
"As you asked, I gave him a third of the loot from Enigma, around a billion berries," Indra reported. "But, he also knew of our transaction with Big Mom and was dissatisfied by not getting his claws on a piece of that."
Damien scoffed.
"Linlin's money was never part of the deal, if he wants more gold, he might as well have to pry it off my dead body."
Indra nodded, "I told him as much."
"…"
Damien looked at the swordsman with surprise. "You said that to his face? And he let you leave alive?"
Indra blinked, seemingly confused at the question, "He didn't stop me."
"Rahahaha, you're almost as crazy as me!"
…
[A Little While Later]
Damien was now back in his 'home'.
It was visibly more broken down; the foundation had cracks from possible fights and duels of some powerful pirates. After all, Hachinosu was a den of filth, but expensive filth. It could also be considered a bounty hunter's dream, at least before it became their grave.
Damien kicked back and relaxed on a leather couch, breathing in the stench of the island. He took out a jug of saké from his inventory and gulped it down.
"Hmm, it's not bad every once and a while but I don't see myself drinking alcohol daily," Damien murmured.
While seated, the Sin Incarnate heard a sharp cry: "Squawk!"
His eyes traced over the room and onto the open window—a sky-blue bird appeared.
"Come."
The bird flew over and sat on Damien's forearm, rubbing its small head at his shoulder. The young pirate scratched his feathered friend's dome while extending his Voice of All Things to hear the message.
The chirpy voice echoed in his ears, though it sounded like a normal chirp to anyone else.
Damien slowly nodded, and a satisfied smile graced his visage.
"So the World News Agency headquarters is at an island called Fooljack Peaks in the Grand Line," Damien summarized, cupping his chin in thought.
It had been around eight months since he had released a plethora of birds to scan the world for the headquarters. And it seems they found it.
Supposedly one of the dignitaries of Néa Island, the News Capital of the World, had leaked some clues to the nearby birds. Something about a new ship of reporters being sent to the HQ under Cipher Pol's supervision, thus revealing the location inadvertently.
A ding went off in Damien's mind at the same time.
[Operation Nexus has been updated.]
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"I want to take a little vacation around the seas," Damien said. "There's a few things I've been meaning to do."
"…" Rocks glared in response; he studied every subtle movement of the young pirate before him.
"Do as you like, you've got two years."
Damien hummed at the response and took his leave from the gloomy room without looking back.
…
"It's done, Commander," Indra, who had appeared beside Damien, said. The two walked from the center of the island toward Damien's little corner.
"Oh? How'd that bastard Shiki take it?"
"As you asked, I gave him a third of the loot from Enigma, around a billion berries," Indra reported. "But, he also knew of our transaction with Big Mom and was dissatisfied by not getting his claws on a piece of that."
Damien scoffed.
"Linlin's money was never part of the deal, if he wants more gold, he might as well have to pry it off my dead body."
Indra nodded, "I told him as much."
"…"
Damien looked at the swordsman with surprise. "You said that to his face? And he let you leave alive?"
Indra blinked, seemingly confused at the question, "He didn't stop me."
"Rahahaha, you're almost as crazy as me!"
…
[A Little While Later]
Damien was now back in his 'home'.
It was visibly more broken down; the foundation had cracks from possible fights and duels of some powerful pirates. After all, Hachinosu was a den of filth, but expensive filth. It could also be considered a bounty hunter's dream, at least before it became their grave.
Damien kicked back and relaxed on a leather couch, breathing in the stench of the island. He took out a jug of saké from his inventory and gulped it down.
"Hmm, it's not bad every once and a while but I don't see myself drinking alcohol daily," Damien murmured.
While seated, the Sin Incarnate heard a sharp cry: "Squawk!"
His eyes traced over the room and onto the open window—a sky-blue bird appeared.
"Come."
The bird flew over and sat on Damien's forearm, rubbing its small head at his shoulder. The young pirate scratched his feathered friend's dome while extending his Voice of All Things to hear the message.
The chirpy voice echoed in his ears, though it sounded like a normal chirp to anyone else.
Damien slowly nodded, and a satisfied smile graced his visage.
"So the World News Agency headquarters is at an island called Fooljack Peaks in the Grand Line," Damien summarized, cupping his chin in thought.
It had been around eight months since he had released a plethora of birds to scan the world for the headquarters. And it seems they found it.
Supposedly one of the dignitaries of Néa Island, the News Capital of the World, had leaked some clues to the nearby birds. Something about a new ship of reporters being sent to the HQ under Cipher Pol's supervision, thus revealing the location inadvertently.
A ding went off in Damien's mind at the same time.
[Operation Nexus has been updated.]
>=-=----[]------[]---=-=
