An hour later, Foxy and Donald Duck finished eating their udon noodles. They left 50,000 Berries under the shop owner’s stunned expression and departed.
A towering stack of empty bowls had accumulated on the table.
The shop owner had seen big eaters before, but they were all adults. Foxy, however, was just a teenager—a kid who looked like he was barely out of childhood. Despite his young age, his appetite was outrageous.
And then there was the duck. If the owner hadn’t checked multiple times, he would have thought it was some peculiar human in disguise rather than an actual duck.
“Are you full?” Foxy asked, looking at the satisfied Donald Duck as they walked down the street.
“Quack quack,” Donald Duck patted his round belly, his eyes twinkling with contentment.
“Good to hear,” Foxy said as they continued to stroll around. It seemed like Foxy was searching for something specific, as he kept asking around for nearby weapon shops.
After wandering through several streets, Foxy found himself in front of a weapon shop with a peculiar name, “Selling One Sword.”
Scratching his chin thoughtfully, Foxy guessed this must be the place.
As he entered the shop, he saw a man dozing off behind the counter. The man was quite young but already balding, with thick hair on the sides resembling a hairstyle Foxy once had. The man’s nose was as red as a strawberry, with a sleep bubble forming at its tip as his head bobbed up and down.
Foxy glanced around the shop, noting the various weapons on display. Despite its small size, the shop had an impressive collection of swords, spears, and other weapons.
“Knock knock,” Foxy rapped on the counter, while Donald Duck wandered around the shop, occasionally poking at a sword with his flat beak.
“Welcome,” the shop owner yawned, waking up.
“Do you have any good weapons to recommend?” Foxy asked, glancing around the shop and focusing on the corners.
“Shoo, shoo, what does a kid like you need weapons for?” the shop owner waved him off. Even though Foxy was taller than him, the shop owner could tell from his still young face that he was just a child.
“A businessman shouldn’t turn away customers. Here’s my rank,” Foxy said, pulling out his sergeant’s badge from his pocket and showing it to the shop owner with a playful smile.
“A sergeant?” the shop owner examined the badge, looking both surprised and skeptical.
The boy in front of him was a Marine? And a sergeant, no less?
He must have connections, the shop owner thought disdainfully.
“Owner, your shop doesn’t seem that impressive. Do you even have any good weapons?” Foxy ignored the shop owner’s disdain and instead looked around with a hint of skepticism.
“Who says that? My shop has been around for 200 years. How dare a little brat like you look down on it. Do you even have money to buy good weapons?” the shop owner huffed.
“Money isn’t the issue. The question is whether you have good weapons,” Foxy retorted, folding his arms and looking down at the shop owner.
“I do have good weapons, but do you have the money, kid?” the shop owner remained defiant.
“Money is not a problem. Show me what you have,” Foxy insisted.
The shop owner hesitated for a moment, looking suspiciously at Foxy.
“Do you know Vice Admiral Dalmatian?” Foxy asked, realizing he needed a new approach.
“Of course I do. He arrested quite a few pirates when he arrived in Loguetown half a month ago,” the shop owner replied, his expression becoming more serious.
“Truth be told, Vice Admiral Dalmatian and I have a special relationship. I’m choosing a weapon for him,” Foxy said with a confident air.
Hearing this, the shop owner’s suspicion turned into a knowing look. He had figured that the boy must have gotten his rank through connections.
“Do you have any good weapons or famous swords? Bring them all out,” Foxy said, exuding an aura of wealth and confidence.
“Wait here,” the shop owner replied, heading to the back of the shop and returning shortly with a long box, placing it on the counter with a serious expression.
“This is Yubashiri, a black lacquered longsword with an intricate blade and an elegant scabbard. It’s one of the fifty Skillful Grade Swords and my family’s heirloom. If you can afford it, I’ll sell it to you,” the shop owner said, opening the box to reveal the sword.
“Good sword,” Foxy said, drawing Yubashiri from its scabbard. The blade shimmered, and the hilt felt cool to the touch.
“How much?” Foxy asked.
“50 million Berries,” the shop owner replied.
“How much?” Foxy was taken aback. If he remembered correctly, this sword was given to Zoro for free twenty years later. Why was it now priced at 50 million Berries?
“No bargaining,” the shop owner said sternly.
Foxy hesitated. He hadn’t planned on learning swordsmanship, just using the sword to complement his Devil Fruit powers. He didn’t need an incredibly high-level swordsmanship skill, just enough to hack and slash.
“Can’t you lower the price a bit?” Foxy asked though he knew the value of a Skillful Grade Sword.
“This is a Skillful Grade Sword. 50 million Berries is the lowest price. I’m giving you a discount because of Vice Admiral Dalmatian’s relationship with you. If you don’t want it, then forget it,” the shop owner said, closing the box.
“Wait, 50 million it is. But I have one condition,” Foxy said.
“What condition?” the shop owner asked.
“You must give me another weapon,” Foxy said.
“Anything under 1 million Berries. Take your pick,” the shop owner replied generously, pointing to the array of weapons in the shop.
“Don’t go back on your word,” Foxy said, ignoring the shop owner’s anger.
“Business is all about trust. Are you questioning my integrity?” the shop owner glared at Foxy.
“Fine, it’s a deal,” Foxy said, pointing to a corner where several broken weapons were piled up.
“I’ll choose one from there. You don’t mind, do you?” Foxy asked.
“Those are all discarded weapons, originally priced at 50,000 Berries each. If you want, take as many as you like,” the shop owner said, acting like a wealthy man who didn’t care about money.
Smirking, Foxy walked to the pile of broken swords and started rummaging through them.
He wasn’t sure if Sandai Kitetsu was in there, but he remembered Zoro finding it here twenty years later.
“Owner, how much for the whole pile of discarded swords?” Foxy asked.
“One million,” the shop owner replied, holding up one finger.
“I’ll take them all. Also, I’d like to borrow Yubashiri for a bit,” Foxy said.
“Go ahead,” the shop owner replied with a wave.
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