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The War at Marineford had begun.
Kyoma remembered this after he got up in the morning.
He was quite excited, after all, he had been looking forward to it for so long.
But he soon regained his composure, because excitement was pointless.
He couldn't participate at all. Even if he wanted to watch the battle, he could only wait for the great Buggy to broadcast it.
He left his room and found that Kagura and Klee's doors were still closed; they hadn't woken up yet.
But Kanna's door was open.
When Kyoma passed by, he saw her neatly made bed.
"Huh?" Kyoma was a little surprised.
He didn't expect a dragon to make the bed.
Just based on this, she had defeated more than ninety percent of human college students.
When he came downstairs, he found that the floor was a bit messy, with many empty bottles and cans scattered about.
'Was it some animal?'
He frowned slightly, followed the trail of bottles and cans, and found the only culprit: a young dragon who apparently made her bed after getting up.
She was lying on the sofa in an undignified posture, her two short legs suspended in the air, her face flushed, and her hands clutching a bottle to her chest.
Kyoma recognized the bottle; it was the same as the ones that had fallen on the ground.
It was the rum and fruit wine that Drake brought back yesterday.
For a moment, Kyoma covered his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
More than a dozen bottles of wine had all been drunk by this early-rising dragon.
He seemed to have accidentally awakened a drunkard.
In the future, would there not only be the big eater Kagura here, but also a dragon who loved alcohol?
"Kanna, what did you do?" Kyoma stepped forward and flicked her forehead with a reproachful tone.
Kanna seemed a little dizzy.
She didn't seem to see Kyoma until she was hit on the forehead, and her blurred eyes regained clarity.
"Kyoma... wine, it's delicious." Seeing that it was Kyoma, Kanna smiled and even wanted to share the wine in her arms with him.
"I won't drink, Kanna. No one gets up early in the morning to drink, not even a dragon."
Kyoma snatched the wine from her arms.
"Burp."
But Kanna seemed not to hear anything at all. She half-closed her eyes, breathed steadily, and let out a small burp.
Seeing that she was truly drunk, Kyoma sighed and had to pick her up and lay her horizontally on the sofa. He patted her head gently and let her lie there to recover.
"You rest on the sofa. I'll go out to buy breakfast."
Kyoma usually didn't make breakfast because it was too troublesome. Everyone had a big appetite, whether it was Kagura, Drake, or him, now that he could eat more with the dragon bloodline.
If he wanted to make a breakfast that everyone could eat, he'd have to get up at least an hour earlier to prepare the ingredients, so he always chose to go out and buy it. Besides, the morning air was very fresh, and he could also take a walk.
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There were already quite a few people on the street.
As expected, most of the discussions that Kyoma heard today were about Marineford. Many people were guessing the intention of the Marines' public execution of "Fire Fist" Ace, and whether the Whitebeard Pirates would go to rescue him.
"I'm sure Whitebeard will definitely go. The Four Emperors have never taken the Marines seriously, not to mention that this time it was the Marines who captured their second division captain. How could they not do anything?"
"But how can they get to Marineford? As long as the Marines' three Gates of Justice aren't opened, no one will be able to enter the area formed by Impel Down, Enies Lobby, and Marineford. Could it be that the Whitebeard Pirates can fly over?"
Along the way, pedestrians were discussing fiercely while walking.
Kyoma looked at the last person who spoke with some surprise.
This guy guessed it really well. Luffy in the original story flew to Marineford by riding the ocean currents, and although the Whitebeard Pirates didn't fly, they coated their ships and sneaked in from beneath the sea.
Kyoma was a little confused about this. He could understand diving into the sea with the help of the coating, but how did the ships move underwater?
Could it be pulled by fish-men? It seemed to make sense. Fish-Man Island was indeed Whitebeard's territory now.
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Thinking all the way, Kyoma came to the breakfast shop. The boss's face practically broke into a massive grin when he saw him. In the past week, the income of his shop had increased significantly thanks to Kyoma.
While he was buying breakfast, he saw two people covered in black robes sitting in the shop.
One of them had a familiar aura, with a long sword at his side. Judging from his figure, it should be Law.
The other one was more obvious. Although wrapped in a black robe, it should be Bepo with his bloated body and the fluffy bear paws that stretched out from time to time to grab food.
"Hey, orange-haired boss, good morning." When Kyoma was looking at them, Law also noticed him and turned back to greet him.
"Kyoma-san," Bepo turned around, patted his chest, and swallowed the food stuck in his throat. Law couldn't bear to watch and handed him a glass of water.
"Hello, Bepo." Kyoma smiled and stepped forward to pat Bepo's shoulder.
"Why are you here? Why didn't you head to Marineford?" Kyoma sat next to Law and asked.
"No hurry. The execution time is at noon, and it won't take long to get there from the Sabaody Archipelago. We'll have breakfast and then go." Law replied while eating, and then thought of something. He looked up at Kyoma.
"Do you want to come with me?"
"Huh?" Kyoma's expression froze, and his face showed some excitement.
It was only then that he remembered he had the opportunity to participate in this classic scene. Following Law's submarine, he could not only reach Marineford safely, but also watch the battle up close.
This kind of thing, where he could watch the show without any risks, was perfect for him.
"Is it not troublesome? I kind of want to go." Kyoma didn't think for too long and looked at Law with interest.
"Of course not." Law nodded coolly.
Then, without saying anything more, he opened his five fingers, and a transparent sphere appeared in his palm, as if it would spread out in the next moment.
"Wait a minute, I still have to bring breakfast back to them!" Kyoma saw his plan; he probably wanted to send him and Bepo back to the submarine with his ability.
"Of course I know that. I'll wait for you at the beach."
As soon as the words fell, there was only a snap of fingers.
Kyoma felt that the scene in front of him suddenly changed, the stars shifted, and his vision blurred for a moment. He had already moved hundreds of meters and returned to his yard gate.
And beside him, the breakfast boxes were neatly stacked.
"What a convenient ability."
Kyoma smiled and shook his head, a little envious of Law's space-related ability.
It was extremely convenient. If he had this ability before crossing over, he wouldn't have had to get up early every day to squeeze into the subway.
He picked up the breakfast boxes, opened the gate, and walked in.
Inside the yard, Drake was already exercising, holding his iron axe with both hands, swinging it at the air again and again. Every time the axe blade passed through the air, his mouth moved, as if he was muttering someone's name.
When Kyoma approached, he could hear clearly that the guy was saying "Kyoma."
'Well, well. I bought you breakfast, and you actually want to chop me up?'