I Have No Interest In Devil Fruit

[Chapter Header Series Roger's Ghost 1——『………』]

[On the blue sea, the man wears a sleep mask on his head, riding a bicycle leisurely, while flipping through a newspaper with one hand. ]”

After all, it would be a little strange for two and a half children to find a house to rent.

Wearing a large windbreaker and a star mask is Lynch's armor stand-in - "B.I.B".

He made the double body "tight" and "aggressive" so that he could touch the substance, then put the trench coat on it, and then put on the hood and mask.

This looks like a slightly taciturn weirdo.

This person is a bit autistic. The intermediary businessman kept muttering in his heart. After the three came in, the middle-aged man was basically talking to him the whole time, while the "adult" who was supposed to be in charge, just "winked" at the boy from time to time, as if discussing silently ...is it a disfigured mute?

Without much effort, Lynch settled on a single-family house with a courtyard on the edge of the town.

Lynch didn't know how long he would live here, so he only paid one year's rent.

Leading Robin into the slightly dilapidated house, Lynch walked around in a circle. The conditions can only be said to be not simple, and dust can be seen everywhere.

Robin followed him in the old-smelling house.

The intermediary said that the original owner of this house, because his family went fishing in a port town, was unfortunately attacked by the pigskin pirates along the coast, and all died.

The house remained vacant for several days.

"..." Robin picked up the dirty doll in the shape of a sunflower on the sofa, and couldn't help but think of the hometown he could never go back to, the island that disappeared under the fire of the Navy's Demon Slaying Order.

"Hey, let's go!" Lynch turned around and beckoned her to follow, "It's too far away from me, Huahuaguo's ability can't cover it."

He pointed to his face.

Robin said: "If you're at home, don't you need to disguise yourself?"

Lynch thought, "It makes sense!"

The extra "meat" on Robin's face turned into petals and fell, and a little fragrance that Robin was all too familiar with lingered between the nostrils.

Although Huahuaguo changed hands, the faint floral fragrance remained unchanged.

"I don't know if there are any books to read here?" Robin's mood became brighter after a long time, and he curiously searched for places like the dusty study.

"I'm going to the backyard, be careful, don't go out with this face."

Lynch gave a casual reminder, snapped his fingers casually, and called a stand-in in the pitch-black armor to follow him.

Robin looked back and saw the hooded windbreaker slipping off, and the mask was hanging in the air where it should be the face, and followed Lynch. Soon, the mask was also taken off by her invisible hand, and it was gently placed on the table at the door.

"Invisible to the naked eye...a ghost rider in armor?"

Robin conjures up a distorted, crayoned knight in armor... so cute.

………………

"But how exactly do you exercise?"

Standing in the middle of the grass in the courtyard, Lynch thought about such a question.

In the world of One Piece, there doesn't seem to be any martial arts secrets or anything... "Six Styles" should be regarded as a systematic way of cultivation, but the problem is that he has no cultivation method!

He and the pitch-black armor looked at each other.

Could it be that the only way to train muscles is to rely on stupid methods?

Then practice hard!

Lynch plans to do at least 20 sets of push-ups in the courtyard this afternoon, 100 pull-ups, 200 squats, 500 sit-ups, and then run 50 laps around the courtyard...

However, "B.I.B" stood in front of him, and pointed to its own eyes that glowed white.

Then it took the initiative to walk towards Lynch, wrapping Lynch like an Iron Man armor.

"What's wrong?" Lynch was surprised, but soon, he saw some pictures through the eyes of "B.I.B".

It was a memory fragment belonging to the original owner of the body, the original "Lynch".

The picture is very fragmentary, it is the mother of "Lynch", the woman named Lily.

"I" seems to be following Lily on the edge of the flowerbed in the hut, bathing in the warm sunshine, doing some movements... How about doing gymnastics?

Lynch was very surprised. This group of "gymnastics" seemed to be taught to "myself" by the mother of the original owner of the body. It is usually used for physical exercise.

"You think this set of gymnastics may be effective, so you suggest that I practice it?"

Lynch asked.

The white eyes of the pitch-black armor flashed, and he replied: "Yes..."

"Okay, it doesn't look complicated anyway, just practice casually!"

In the incomplete memory, the mother of the original owner of the body mostly used this set of gymnastics for playing and playing with "myself".

However, it seems to be good if it is regarded as an exercise of physical coordination.

Anyway, practice!

Lynch took off his battle armor, the main body and the double were separated side by side, ho, poof! Rub your hands together.

ready, go!

An hour later, Lynch's muscles were twitching, and he was so tired that he was sweating. He collapsed on the seat and drank the hot milk made by Robin.

With a pinch of his fingers, he used his fruit power to create a few petals and sprinkled them in, turning them into bubble tea.

And Robin looked somewhere on the grass in the courtyard, and there was obviously something moving constantly, leaving a series of traces of stepping on it.

From Lynch's point of view, it was a dark armor stand-in who was meticulously executing the exercise plan around the courtyard...

He wondered, why can this guy who looks like an Iron Man armor get exercise in a form similar to fitness?

What a riddle.

In the evening, "B.I.B" successfully completed all the exercise programs and stared at the main body with piercing eyes.

Lynch was a little uncomfortable seeing it, and raised his hand solemnly, signaling it to wait a moment.

"How about going out to fill your stomach first?" Lynch turned to Robin and said.

In the restaurant, Robin, who was disguised, always felt that Lynch's food was not as delicious as before, and seemed to be preoccupied.

Back home at night, Lynch put on a look of determination, and said to the empty air in Robin's eyes: "Come on!!!"

That night, Robin heard the most miserable voice she had ever heard...

...

Early the next morning.

Lynch, who fell asleep suddenly, only felt refreshed, and shouted full of fighting spirit: "I won't give up halfway today!"

For an hour, Lynch slumped on a chair in the courtyard, drinking bubble tea with milk.

In the evening, Robin knew that he was wrong. The voice yesterday was not the most miserable.

...

At noon on the third day, under the sun, Lynch was sweating profusely from running.

"I can not make it……"

He crawled to the side, guilty of avoiding his sight, not looking at the stand-in "B.I.B" who was meticulously continuing to do a set of exercises in the courtyard.

Drinking the scented milk tea made by Robin, Lynch sighed, "I'm alive!"

afternoon.

Lynch thought to himself: "Lynch, Lynch, how can you be so depraved? Have you forgotten the dream of punching Qi Wuhai and kicking the Four Emperors? How can you lose to your own substitute? In this way, as a noble body, Ah, where is this face going to be placed?"

Two hours later, at the grass table, Robin poured Lynch a cup of hot milk tea.

Lynch sprinkled flowers, drank, and looked at the pitch-black armor that was meticulously continuing to complete the training mission, with a melancholy expression.

Ever since he started exercising, he has committed a terrible crime every night when he retrieved his double...

………………

Time passed day by day.

At the same time, through countless faxes and phone bugs, a piece of news that was written by a certain reporter from the Western Posting Press branch spread to the four major oceans in the south, east, north, and west, as well as the great sea route.

"The ghost of Roger, the pirate king, came to the world again?!"

"The guys in Xihai have come across incredible news!"

"Roger was executed by the navy with our own eyes. How could there be any ghosts?"

"Should it be a prank by the guy who worships that devil?"

"Whatever it is, since it's good news, let's publish it! Well, but there's no need to take up important space..."

"Damn, why don't we have this kind of news here?"

"Not everyone has the guts to impersonate that man named One Piece..."

"that's true!"

In every corner of the world, countless editors and reporters from the world's largest newspaper, the World Economic News Agency, reviewed a sea of ​​news manuscripts and exchanged opinions quickly.

Then, through faxes and telephone bugs, the final page news to be published will be sent to printing plants all over the world.

Thousands of newspapers were printed quickly, and after hundreds of well-trained newsbirds carried small bags and sailor caps, they lined up neatly to receive new newspapers, and then flew into the sky one by one. .