One Piece Law Light Novel

The next morning, I wake up despite everything in great shape. Is it thanks to the boisoon that Bepo served me? In any case, I slept soundly until the morning, without having nightmares. My ideas even seem a little clearer than the day before. It's simple, everything is clearer in my head. I tell myself that I will be able to work properly.

Ooh, but you look good today, calls out Mister Junk, laughing heartily.Why are you telling me that, Ossan? Did I seem to be doing so badly lately?You're kidding? Obviously you didn't look good on your plate. I had never seen you with such black eyes.Oh well, if you say so ... Sorry to have worried you for nothing.Pooh! It's not like you to react that way!

This is proof that I am not yet fully recovered.

Yes, yes, it's okay. I just had a few issues to sort out with myself. You won't see me looking like that again, I promise.Mh ... If you say so. It's your thing, so – the others also have zero morale.

With that, Wolf pats me on the shoulder and walks over to the dining table.

In these moments, Mister Junk has the delicacy of not getting too involved in the privacy of his interlocutors. Interventions like "What's bothering you, my little one ?!, or" Come talk to me, if you're in trouble "are definitely not his style.

I have known for a long time now that this way of being is precisely its kindness. It must be said that we have lived together for more than three years ...

With the old man, I feel like I'm on an equal footing, because he behaves with me as with anyone else. It doesn't encroach on my privacy like a father would with his son, no. He considers me an adult and always makes sure to keep the right distance. Which explains why I manage to flourish in this relationship.

On the other hand, I also know that if I asked him for help, he would listen to me with the greatest attention in the world and act without delay. He would do that with me, but also with Shachi, Penguin and Bepo.

This is what kind of man the old man is. He may prefer silence to speech because this food has the gift of generosity, we are all very attached to him, we respect him, and we laugh really well together.

While I continue to sic about anything and everything with him around the table, the other three go down in turn. Here we are all gathered for breakfast, like almost every day for three years. In the blink of an eye, we devour the fish cooked in soy sauce placed on a bowl of white rice. What a delight. I don't know if Penguin and Shachi have always had a knack for food, or if it's just that they love to cook, but although we have put in place a system of rotation, they are improving day by day. The poor cook that I am can only be grateful to them.

- So, Law, how do you like the catch of the day?

- Excellent, you're a real chef.

- Perfect! cried Shachi happily.

Following him, me first, then the others, we let out a small smile.

Yes, I know.

This place is for me a unique, irreplaceable place.

Once again, I feel it deep inside me.

The snow which until yesterday fell in large flakes has stopped and the sky is now completely blue. We get on our bikes and take the direction of the city under the benevolent gaze of the old man.

I cross an alley between the four seasons merchant and the bar, then after passing the sanctuary in the heart of the city, I arrive at my workplace, the medical office. It is the start of a new day.

- Hello, professor, I say to the doctor before putting on my gown.

Pleasure Town may be a quiet town, but the existence of a single medical practice and the polar climate of the region where it snows three quarters of the year mean that many of the inhabitants pass through our hands.

If my specialty was initially surgery, thanks to the many and different experiences that the doctor had offered me over the years, I am now able to treat the majority of ailments. I know how to cure the flu and other seasonal colds, of course, but I have also acquired enough confidence to tackle diseases of the lungs and heart, diseases where the life of the patient is at stake, those that do not forgive any mistakes.

Feeling the progress that one makes every day as a doctor in this way is far from being an unpleasant sensation.

- Thanks again for today, Law!

The fishmonger arrives with a neuralgia in his left hand now leaves the cabinet, greeting me with the latter.

And if...

And if white lead disease had never existed, maybe my parents, my sister Lami and I would be running a hospital by now. For a moment, the scene I imagine dazzles me. Oh yes, what happiness that would be.

But at the same time, I know that I will never be able to find this lost world.

I must no longer lean towards the past, but move towards the future. By carrying in my luggage the joy of having friends, as well as my many uncertainties.

At the end of the day, after examining the last patient, the doctor tells me that I can go. I put on my white coat, greet him and leave the medical office.

"Phew …"

I let out a big sigh. Of course, this work is worth it and I enjoy doing it, but caring for the sick all day is nonetheless exhausting. As I walk the streets of the city with the idea of eating something invigorating, I come across marine fish, sold in promotion, which I immediately buy. Imagining the face that the old man and Bepo will make on my return, I smile to myself.

At that moment, I realize that something is wrong with the surrounding climate.

Around me, I notice several people running, as if they were trying to run away. I also hear bursts of voices, cries of panic. A whole bundle of details telling me that this is not a simple street fight.

With a rapid step, I move towards the place of origin of the din.

- Pirates! someone shouts.

As I push my way through the crowd, I notice about thirty men who are strangers to me.

- Bring us some alcohol and some food! Hurry up!

- Come and fight, if you are not happy! You still have to be sure of winning !!

Among them, I noticed one who was holding a flag representing a skull with a gold coin in his mouth. No doubt, these men are indeed pirates.

Each face is more repugnant than the other, they allow themselves to make a noise, to stir violently and to claim completely insane things from the inhabitants. Among the people who have been beaten, I even see some acquaintances.

At the sight of this spectacle, I automatically am about to leap into the crowd. Impossible to keep my cool in front of all these people, usually so smiling, who are attacked.

However...

- Law!

Hearing the voice of the one holding me by the sleeve, I immediately come back to me.

I turn my head and discover Penguin, Bepo and Shachi.

- Here, they are pirates, remarks Shachi calmly.

- Obviously, yes, they fly the black flag.

- What do we do? Shall we prince them before they do more damage? Shachi offers, taking a position to be able to launch at any time.

- No, let's take a look at how things are going. They are about thirty, casually ... And even if there is almost only small freight in ... the two in the back are beefier, believe me.

Indeed, the only opponents that could pose a problem to us are these two. The first is a tall man, probably over two meters tall and looks like a sumo wrestler. He wears a mawashi * (belt worn by sumo wrestlers during training or competitions) over his dark skin tone and his hair is kept in a bun. Under the fat that covers his whole body, we can detect a powerful musculature allowing us to grasp at first glance that we are dealing with a real colossus.

The other is the more dangerous of the two. His oval pirate hat and his long, black hair down to the shoulders certainly give him the air of a frequentable young man, but I can sense an unspeakable madness lodged in his eyes. How his men stir violently all around him does not seem to disturb him. He remains impassive, seated on his chair, on his own. This man is most likely the captain. And for pirates, being the captain also means being the strongest man in the crew.

- Penguin, do you have a snail phone at work?

- Yes.

- Go tell Mister Junk in case, never know.

- Heard!

Penguin rushes towards the restaurant where he is employed.