One Piece Soru Novels & Stories

"Are you friend or foe?" "To ask such a thing, how odd. I did not interfere with you marrying my daughter or killing those in my Empire. Because I believe in you. As I always have." Ren stepped back in slight fear. This was to unknown and not something he was prepared for. Soruda lifted her hands up and touched her forehead. A small oval appeared in red. Her facial features changed to someone Ren recognized. "Suprised.. my Master?"

CHAPTER 46: THE DEBT-VAULT The hum of the Debt-Vault was a low-frequency scream that vibrated in my teeth. The rows of glass tanks stretched into the darkness, each one containing a fragment of my life in the slums. Sora’s face was pressed against the glass of the nearest tank, her eyes rolled back, her mouth open in a silent, drowning plea. A glowing violet umbilical cord ran from her chest to the central obsidian crystal—the "Master Battery."

However Zitrey showed less than his expectation, she never faze at all, and remained to her cool expression then stepped forward to him, hands are in her pants pocket, “Who give you that foolish information?” Sora just stared at her, smiling, scanning her from head to toe. “That information pique my interest and looking at you now, I just notice, you have such a small shoulder length compared to a real guy. Was that information really real or not? Now, I wanted to know more. “Tsk, what are you implementing?… Don’t answer me with another question.”

It was clear right from day one that Sierra isn't as welcoming as Angela, which didn't really bother me as I also didn't want to be part of the family; sooner or later I would be leaving. I walked to the watch section, my eyes falling on a particular black sleeve rolex. For some reason, the watch reminded me of Sage. It is a masterpiece that would suit his wrist, and part of me wanted it for him but couldn't afford it. Besides, he has like a dozen or so collections that I'm sure he has never used. "You like it?" Sierra's voice came in, snapping me out of my thoughts. My lips drew back together. I only stared at her briefly before shaking my head, the air suddenly filling up with silence.

Sora explained. His explanations got Yaju’s attention. The young man looked up with his eyebrows slightly facing downward, frowning in confusion. Sora smiled. “Even though you disguised your magic, it is still recognizable, Yaju. It only covers your magic with another layer of magic, different magic. But underneath, it’s still yours. That’s why I know it’s you.” Yaju was no longer frowning, but his expression gradually morphed into a sad one, judging from how fluttery his eyes had become.