Mr 9 One Piece Novels & Stories

I said to myself. Alpha Ryu stood before the pack in his red and black royal robe and a stringent smile that I had never seen before. I doubt the pack members have seen it too, as they also couldn’t believe it, washing their faces several times with water just to confirm. “I would like to thank my personal maid, as she was the one who washed these dishes. She has quite the guts to wash five hundred thousand, five hundred and fifty-four plates with not a single stain on them. She’s pretty much more excited about it than the rest of us”. He chuckled.

I always knew he was strong but not to this extent. The tournament continued, and a series of matches followed. Then number nine and ten was called. My breath hitched, my breathing becoming rapid. Aurora placed a hand on my shoulder, nodding her head in encouragement. Then, I walked to the fighting ground, stepping into the circle, and bracing myself for what to come.

This group of four was a strong bunch, each was a Strength of level nine at the very least. “Why do you resist, boy? Just give us your scoreboard, and we will let you go! You must realize that offending the Ninth Prince is a terrible idea!” one of the pursuers called out. He was dressed in a purple robe, and possessed great power. With a flick of his wrist, their target’s attack was broken. “F*ck off! I would rather give my scoreboard to others, than that dog of a prince!” the young man replied. His attitude was terribly fiery as he cursed without a second thought.

But his eyes, his hair, his thin beard, his height, his body and his lips are exactly the same. How is that possible? Is he his clown or what? The man is staring at me too, his lips parted as if in total shocked. I was about to conclude what was filling his eyes when Eren suddenly comes to hold my hand, throwing me out of my inspection. I immediately step back when I realise that my chest is brushing against the guy’s.