While savoring various types of unique White Sea fish, Michion noticed that, for some reason, these fish had neither a fishy smell nor bones. Their meat was also more elastic and fresher than Blue Sea fish, satisfying Michion thoroughly.
Meanwhile, the owner struggled to cut open a large fruit from the White-White Sea with a knife.
“Let me do it. This thing looks pretty hard,” said Michion, already finished with his meal, ready to help himself.
Thinking Michion might not know the fruit’s hardness, the owner didn’t refuse and instead chuckled, “It’s quite hard. Be careful not to hurt yourself, young man. If you can’t manage, I’ll take over.”
The owner handed the knife to Michion, explaining the fruit’s origin.
This was the island’s specialty fruit—Kong Fruit. Due to its environment, the Kong Fruit had inherited the island’s characteristics, growing to a significant size. It looked two to three times larger than a watermelon but wasn’t as heavy. Its most notable feature was its steel-like hard shell and the sweet flesh inside, earning it the name Kong Fruit.
However, its hardness meant nothing to Michion, who swiftly cut the fruit open, surprising the owner. He handed half to the owner, indicating they should share.
“Boss, you mentioned a wingless kid earlier. Where can I find him?”
With that, Michion bit into the sweet flesh of the fruit, nodding in satisfaction at its taste.
“That kid lives alone near the forest edge, usually foraging for food in the forest. He’s a pitiful one. If you can, please help him,” the owner said with sympathy.
“Thank you. I’ll go check it out,” Michion said, eager to find Enel and get moving.
Thanks to the owner’s help, Michion soon headed towards the forest. Having already adapted to the island’s environment, he moved at his fastest pace, quickly reaching the indicated area near the forest.
As the owner had said, there was a small village nearby. It was already dusk; from afar, smoke rose from every house as the villagers prepared dinner.
Anxious, Michion didn’t want to waste time. Finding someone in the dark would be much more complicated, and this was a different era with light pollution.
However, upon extending his Haki, Michion breathed a sigh of relief, sensing a child being bullied nearby.
“Well, that was easy to find,” Michion muttered, shaking his head. The ease of his journey reflected how tough Enel’s life must be.
Quickly approaching the scene, he heard the shouts from afar.
“Just die already!”
“Freak without wings, die, die, die!”
“Where’s the box we found in your wall? How dare you steal from us! That was ours!”
A few kids were beating a boy on the ground without holding back. Michion could see Enel’s swollen, bloodied face.
The boy had a distinctive explosive hairdo, long earlobes, and a flat nose, unmistakably identifying him as Enel. His unique appearance made it impossible to mistake him for anyone else.
“That was from my house! It could be a relic from my parents. Please, let me go!” Enel pleaded, shielding his head.
“Talking back? If we found it, it’s ours! Maybe you stole it! Hand it over!”
The kids’ attacks intensified, with one even aiming a kick at Enel’s head.
“I’ll never give you the box, even if I die! It’s the only thing my parents left me. I hid it where you’ll never find it!” Enel’s voice was filled with unyielding determination despite the beating.
“Didn’t expect the future self-proclaimed god Enel to have this side. But maybe that’s why he turned into such an arrogant person later,” Michion thought, surprised yet pleased.
Enel’s spirit was even better than Michion had anticipated. With proper guidance, even without the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, he had a good chance of becoming a strong individual in the Blue Sea.
Seeing Enel being beaten, Michion didn’t hesitate. He quickly knocked out the bullies.
Against a few kids, Michion quickly took them down before they even realized what was happening.
Feeling the punches and kicks cease, Enel looked up to see his tormentors lying unconscious. Before him, a black-haired boy was standing, extending a hand toward him.
“Can you stand?” the boy asked.
For the first time, Enel felt someone helping him. Dazed, he asked, “Who are you?”
This was a new sensation for him, like being treated as usual for the first time instead of being despised.
Michion scratched his head, pondering before replying, “I’m Michion. I came from the Blue Sea below. If you need my identity, I’m either a marine or the heir of a kingdom in the North Blue.”
Michion grinned mischievously and added casually, “Oh, in our world, kings are like your island’s ‘gods.'”
“So, you’re a future ‘god’…” Enel mumbled, stunned by Michion’s (show-off) explanation.
He never imagined a future ‘god’ would extend a hand to save a lowly person like him.
Seeing Enel’s dazed look, Michion maintained a severe expression but was secretly thrilled.
Revealing his identity would impress Enel and increase his chances of accepting the invitation.
Yes, the plan was going well!
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