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Chapter 22 - Chapter 20: The Note, The Secret Child, & The Rivals

​The Oro Jackson.

​The reason for Gol D. Roger's sulking was simple.

​It stemmed from the last skirmish between the Roger Pirates and the Kuja Pirates two years ago—right before Shakky resigned as Empress.

​During a lull in the battle, Shakky had slipped Silvers Rayleigh a small note.

​It read: 'Come pick me up — Shakky.'

​If Rayleigh had shared this immediately, Roger wouldn't be mad. He liked Shakky, but he respected her choices.

​The problem was that Roger really, really wanted to be the one Shakky loved!

​But Rayleigh? That handsome scoundrel had kept the note hidden for two whole years.

​His excuse? "I didn't want to be tied down by romance."

​"That bastard..." Roger grumbled, clutching the railing. "He only cares about his 'cool wanderer' image! Does he not know that hiding it is more annoying than just rejecting her?!"

​Scopper Gaban noticed Roger's mood. He slung an arm around Rayleigh's neck, grinning mischievously.

​"Rayleigh! I've noticed something!"

​"Roger's depression started right after you two talked in the Captain's quarters. What exactly did you confess to him?"

​Rayleigh flinched, his eyes darting away nervously behind his glasses.

​"N-nothing..."

​How could he tell Gaban that he ignored the Pirate Empress for two years because he was too lazy to deal with a relationship?

​Fortunately, Roger's mood swung like the weather on the Grand Line.

​In a flash, he stood up, his mustache twitching with renewed energy.

​"Everyone! I will not give up!"

​"Plunder! That is the essence of a Pirate!"

​"If you want it, snatch it! Let's set sail for Hachinosu!"

​"OOOOOOOHHH!!!"

​The Roger Pirates cheered, adjusting the sails.

​"Fair play, Rayleigh!" Roger shouted. "I'm going to snatch Shakky for myself!"

​Hachinosu Island. Shakky's Rip-Off Bar.

​After two years, the bar had become a legendary landmark in the New World.

​Any pirate worth their bounty had to visit. If you hadn't been ripped off by Shakky, were you really a pirate?

​The queue outside was insane. It stretched for blocks, meaning a normal pirate would have to wait a month just to catch a glimpse of the retired Empress.

​"Woah~ Still so many people."

​Rocks D. Xebec led his crew through the crowd. They had just returned from a raid.

​As the lords of the island, they didn't queue. The crowd parted in fear as the monsters walked in.

​Inside, they took their exclusive booth. Shakky ignored the other customers to serve them personally.

​"What's wrong, Rocks?" Shakky asked, placing a bottle down. "You have a satisfied look on your face, but your eyes are looking right through me. How lonely~"

​"Huh?!"

​Rocks blinked. He hadn't even noticed her approach.

​"Mamamama! Hahahaha!"

​Charlotte Linlin burst into laughter, slapping Rocks on the back hard enough to break a normal man's spine.

​"Terrifying, isn't it? A woman's intuition!"

​Whitebeard looked confused. "What exactly happened?"

​Stussy took a long drag from her cigarette. She exhaled a cloud of smoke, her eyes sharp.

​"Of course it's about a woman. Or rather... the result of one."

​Stussy smirked.

​"That's the look of a father. He looks like a child has been born."

​As she spoke, her expression darkened slightly.

​She glanced to her right at Whitebeard. The man was a stone wall. Two years of flirting had yielded nothing.

​Then she looked to her left at York.

​For the past two years, York had relentlessly attacked her during missions—"friendly fire" that was actually aggressive courtship. But lately... he stopped.

​Since he got Gloriosa, his attacks were just... friendly. He had lost the hunger for her.

​Am I... really that unattractive? Stussy thought bitterly, downing her glass of rum in one gulp. Or am I just getting too old for these rookies?

​Rocks, oblivious to Stussy's mid-life crisis, turned red.

​"You're too loud! Shut up! This is a secret! No one speaks of this! It is strictly confidential!"

​York, who was cuddling with Gloriosa, froze. He thought it was a joke.

​"Hey, hey, hey! Rocks! No way! You actually have a child?!"

​"Shut up, York!" Rocks roared, but the grin on his face betrayed him. He looked genuinely happy.

​"You seem a bit lacking, kid," Rocks teased, deflecting the attention. "How long have you been with Gloriosa? No belly yet? Are you impotent?!"

​Gloriosa flushed crimson, sitting up to argue. York pulled her back gently.

​He looked at Rocks with a calm, serious expression.

​"My Devil Fruit allows me to control my body perfectly. I decide when life is created."

​York lowered his voice, his eyes scanning the room—specifically looking at Shiki, John, and Silver Axe.

​"Besides... I don't trust this crew."

​"If I had a child now, some of the scoundrels in this room would use it as leverage against me."

​York leaned forward.

​"Rocks, take my advice: Hide your wife and child well."

​"If these monsters find out where they are... heh heh heh..."

​The atmosphere chilled.

​Rocks dropped his smile. His eyes hardened as he scanned his own subordinates.

​"Ah~ Don't worry," Rocks muttered, his voice dropping to a growl. "I've already taken care of that."

​BANG!

​Suddenly, the bar's main door was kicked off its hinges.

​A group of rowdy, colorful strangers rushed in.

​"SHAKKY! IT'S ME!!"

​"Hi~ Shakky-chan~~"

​Click! Click!

​Flashes from old-fashioned cameras illuminated the dim bar, blinding the Rocks Pirates.

​"Who the hell..." Shiki growled, reaching for his swords.

​Shakky didn't flinch. She smiled.

​"It's Roger."

​WHOOSH!

​Rocks vanished from his seat.

​BOOM!

​He reappeared at the door, slamming his forehead directly into the intruder's forehead.

​Black lightning crackled between them. The shockwave shattered the windows.

​"ROGER! You scoundrel! How dare you come to my island?!"

​Gol D. Roger, grinning like a maniac, pressed his forehead back against Rocks', refusing to yield an inch.

​"This is Shakky's shop! Fighting is forbidden between customers! Stop yelling, you Porcupine-Head!"

​"There was a queue outside!" Rocks roared. "Did you wait?!"

​"Queue? What queue?!" Roger laughed. "There was no one standing when I walked in! Let's drink, lads!!"

​"OOOOOOOHHH!!!"

​York turned to look out the window.

​The "queue" that usually took a month to process was currently a pile of unconscious bodies stacked in the street.

​"They've all been knocked out with Conqueror's Haki," York noted, smiling calmly.

​He looked at the chaotic man with the straw hat.

​"A worthy opponent has finally appeared."

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