Chapter 103 (1/2)

Grandline, New World

Later that day the sun was setting in the horizon, tinging the sky into a warm red color. Down below the oceans surface all the while was calm with the occasional seagull drifting on the slight waves, possibly taking a break after a long time of flying.

Another thing that was slowly passing over the waves was the Moby D.i.c.k. Its colossal frame shoving itself through the tiny waves without budging in the slightest spraying water from the broken waves left and right at its front.

On top of the ship, covered by the red line of the evening sun, was a lone figure that was moving through different stances, sweating from the strain the extremely slow motions caused the man. While the man was moving through the different stances his eyes were shining with a bright blue light as if they were two juwels from the depth of the ocean floor, gleaming from elation the strenuous movements were putting him through.

While the man was exercising another man with a huge frame, towering even over the practicing ones, stepped up the stairs that lead onto the upper deck of the front of the Moby D.i.c.k.

”Does your fighting style have a name?” The large newly arrived man named Whitebeard asked Azul who kept on practicing as if he hadn't heard the question to which Whitebeard didn't react besides walking to the railing where he sat down while observing Azuls form in silence.

10 minutes later Azul finished the last movements of his forms and with a slow and steady breath exhaled, a peaceful expression overtaking his face while sweat was running down his muscled body as he moved over to where he had put a towel over the railing, which he promptly used to wipe the sweat away from his face. In the process Azul walked over towards Whitebeard where he sat down besides the captain of the Moby D.i.c.k, receiving a bottle of beer from said man which he took gratefully.

”Why do you want to know?” Azul asked while he let the liquid gold of the beer run down his throat, filling his stomach with a pleasant cool feeling. As he did so his face remained soft with a serene expression plastered onto it.

Whitebeard in response grunted once, took a few large gulps from his ever present sake flask, after which he hummed in thought before he replied.

”It reminds me of someone though the difference is so big I could be mistaken…” Whitebeard rumbled in a thoughtful tone. As his thoughts seemed to come to a halt Whitebeard glanced at the man sitting besides him who hadn't yet answered him and only hummed slightly, not giving anything away.

”Does the name Lee Mu Bai ring any bells?” Whitebeard asked again while keeping his eyes trailed on the face of Azul who had yet to answer.

”Did you know him this Lee Mu Bai?” Azul asked with a neutral tone which didn't really tell Whitebeard anything though he still wondered…