After defeating the Arlong Pirates, Emiya didn't leave right away.
Instead, he began exploring Arlong Park.
The Arlong Pirates had ruled this place tyrannically for years. They had accumulated quite a lot in that time.
For example, one of the fishmen owned several swords.
Each of them was extremely sharp.
Their quality was no worse than the Damascus steel swords Emiya had made himself.
And yet, these swords weren't famous.
They couldn't even be called great swords.
They were simply... good swords.
That was exactly why Emiya was curious.
If even these were this good, what would the better swords in this world look like?
After all, this world had the Fifty Ryō Wazamono, the Twenty-One Ō Wazamono, and the Twelve Saijo Ō Wazamono.
The true pinnacle of blades.
Emiya wanted to see for himself just how far that excellence went.
Besides the swords, he also found a massive amount of money inside Arlong Park.
Beri.
It was obvious where it came from.
Arlong had extorted it little by little from Cocoyasi Village and the surrounding areas.
Several hundred million Beri.
That was no small sum.
There was also a room filled with jewelry.
All of it was valuable.
Emiya barely glanced at it.
He didn't care.
With his abilities, creating things like this was trivial.
More importantly, this money was soaked in the suffering of ordinary people.
He had no interest in it.
Just then, Shizuka Hiratsuka walked out of a nearby room with a notebook in hand.
"Guess what I found," she said.
"A treasure map?" Emiya guessed, looking at the notebook.
"No."
"A captain's log?"
"Not that either."
"Then what is it?"
Shizuka Hiratsuka walked over and handed him the notebook.
Emiya opened it.
Inside were training notes.
Insights.
Techniques.
Fishman Karate.
"I see," Emiya said after a moment. "That really is a good find."
"You've found plenty too," Shizuka Hiratsuka replied, glancing at the piles of gold, silver, and jewelry behind him.
"If you want it, take it," Emiya said calmly. "It's all spoils of war."
She shook her head.
"No need. I'm not interested in things taken from others."
"Just this alone is enough for me for a lifetime."
Emiya nodded.
She wasn't exaggerating.
Fishman Karate was one of the top martial arts in this world.
Though it originated on Fishman Island, humans could learn it as well.
More importantly, its power was terrifying.
There was a technique called Karasu-Gawara Seiken.
A straight punch that produced a 360-degree shockwave.
Other martial arts simply couldn't replicate that.
Fishman Karate also had many advanced training methods.
If Shizuka Hiratsuka mastered it and returned to her original world, she would easily become the strongest human alive.
A true master.
That wasn't speculation.
It was fact.
Jimbei, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, was a master of Fishman Karate.
After years of training, he could unleash Gosenmaigawara Seiken.
A punch with the power to shatter five thousand roof tiles.
That kind of strength was no joke.
Shizuka Hiratsuka wasn't Jimbei.
She wasn't even a fishman.
But after proper training, shattering a hundred tiles wouldn't be difficult.
And what did that mean?
In a world like My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong, As I Expected, she would be unmatched.
That world was an ordinary one.
Just like Emiya's original world.
Even there, karate existed.
But even the best practitioners couldn't shatter a hundred tiles.
Breaking a dozen was already impressive.
A world champion couldn't break fifty.
Let alone a hundred.
But with Fishman Karate, she could.
If she wanted, she could step into the public eye.
Shock the world.
Open a dojo.
Take disciples.
Wealth would follow endlessly.
What she could earn then would far exceed everything stored here.
That was why she said this technique alone was enough for her entire life.
Even in a modern world where martial arts had declined, a top-tier art still held immense value.
It could dominate both arenas and battlefields.
Emiya flipped through the notebook, memorizing its contents.
Then he handed it back to her.
"Let's go," he said. "Let's see what else is here."
Shizuka Hiratsuka nodded.
The two of them wandered through Arlong Park like treasure hunters.
From time to time, they found interesting items.
More weapons.
More notes.
In one room, Emiya found a hand-drawn map.
It was a detailed chart of the East Blue's shipping routes.
Drawn by Nami.
Every island.
Every route.
Accurately recorded.
With this, even an ordinary person wouldn't get lost in the East Blue.
Emiya studied it carefully and committed it all to memory.
At the same time, Gen-san, who Emiya had thrown into the sea earlier, swam back to shore.
He was approaching Arlong Park.
Not long ago, he had heard a tremendous roar coming from within.
Now, everything was silent.
Too silent.
Unease crept into his heart.
Fearing something had gone wrong, he gathered his courage and ran toward the park.
When he arrived, what he saw made him freeze.
The ground was torn apart.
Fishmen lay scattered everywhere, unconscious.
And there-
Arlong.
The pirate who killed Belle-mère.
The tyrant who oppressed the villagers.
The arrogant monster who had seemed untouchable.
He lay there.
Motionless.
Miserable.
Gen-san couldn't even see his chest rise and fall.
For a moment, he wondered if Arlong was already dead.
Tears welled up in his eyes.
They spilled down his face.
He wasn't sad.
Not in the slightest.
Arlong's death would be no tragedy.
These were tears of joy.
The tyrant was finished.
The pirates who had ruled over them were gone.
From this moment on, Cocoyasi Village was free.
And Nami-
Nami no longer had to suffer.
Unable to hold it in, Gen-san sobbed.
Loudly.
Freely.
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