I own none of the stories, elements, or characters that I use in this story. All are owned by the people I mentioned in the first chapter.

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After we "borrowed", one of the last of the life boats, we set sail once agin.

"Coby, you sure your headed to the right place?" I asked the boy who insisted on rowing.

"U-huh, Shells Town has the biggest Navy base around." Coby said.

"Oi, Coby do you know if there are any resteraunts?" Luffy asked.

"There should be. I can't imagine a town without restaurant." He replied.

The talk of food somehow changed the conversation into a brag about the best food we've ever had contest, one that lasted all the way to the island.

"It was buried in the ground; doesn't that make it a vegatable?" Luffy asked.

"It was wrapped in tin foil and on top of still burning coals; when you buried it back it acted like a oven." I explained.

"And no Luffy; meat doesn't count as a vegatable even when you burry it." I explained as we got to shore.

Shells Town was a lot like the Windmill Village that we came from. The only difference that I could tell was the atmosphere. People walked around like a bomb could go off at any moment

"This place is weird." Luffy said.

Pot and kettle, Captain. "I sense it too; Coby, is this the place where Zoro is?"

I thought we had some privacy but I was wrong. As soon as the word "Zoro" left my mouth, people freaked out. Old men moved away with haste, women clutched their children, and kids ran away crying.

If I was a nose-y nobody, I'd start to be curious.

Coby asked the question I would have voiced had I not been a giant otaku. "Why are people freaking out over Zoro's," people jumped and jerked once again, "name? Wasn't he captured by Captain Morgan?"

At the last name, people weren't even subtle about it. They straight-up ran off. Old couples, young, and even the kids all ran.

"Well that's not conspicuous at all." I commented. "Captain, do you still want to check out Zoro?"

"Yup!"

Coby started freaking out. "You can't! If Zoro was caught by the Marines it means he's a bad guy!"

I started walking away. "You have to look at what really happened before you make judgments." I pointed to the restaurant across the street. "Lets meet up there in an hour Captain. You can go check up on Zoro while I ask around what's up." Let's check the thickness of the plot armor.

Luffy nodded. "Yosh! See you later."

I walked off.

I have to be sure; this world could be a Justice Lords type reverse world.

New Quest: Main questline: The Standard of a Swordsman.

Find out the truth from the people of Shells Town

(Finish a contract)

((optional) Complete three Shell town contracts.)

Easy enough.

A quick look at the Map and a stroll through empty streets, and I had the notice boards.

Bounty posters, missing persons, and what sounds like a Contract.

I pulled the last poster of the wall.

""Hunter needed: Dangerous animals escaped on transport in need of putting down. Talk to Vale at the edge of town." Yep, that's a contract."

New quest: Witcher Contract: Dangers of Transport.

And there it is.

I opened the Map and started walking.

After ten minutes it got boring.

I wonder if I can call Roach.

I stopped, put two fingers to my lips and gave my best Taxi whistle.

I could hear hooved feet a moment after.

"Oh, that is so cool."

I turned around came face-to-face with a black stallion decked out in armor standing at an impressive 15 Hands.

Where did he come fro-no, question the horse summoning jutsu later.

I got on.


"Yes?" Vale, the fat middle-aged owner of the contract, asked.

Okay, time to be Bran the Bad-Ass. "I saw you your poster. You got a predator problem?"

The man nodded. "Yeah, about two months ago the son of the marines captain asked for a wolf pack from a trader; unfortunately all but one of them got lose. There's gonna be at least half a dozen of them. They been killing wildlife, but last night they killed three of my chickens."

"Why not ask the Navy."

"They don't see the point of risking their lives for one mans property. You willing to work?"

"I'm happy to help, but not for free." I responded.

"What do you want?"

"25000 beri for each of the wolves."

"For each?! I'll go for 15000 a-piece. And you can keep the pelts."

I nodded. "Can you show me where they came in."

The chicken coup was like any I had ever seen...besides the bent wire and blood on the ground. I belt down and focused; my mind stepping away from a man's and into a Witcher's.

Blood? It smells like chickens but there is something else mixed in. Paws come from six different wolves but only three for them ate.

I stood up and followed the trail into the woods.

The scent is changing. It's stronger.

I turned into the clearing and saw why.

He looked like my age or maybe luffy's. Dark hair and blue eyes that looked familiar to me. Clothes torn to pieces beside a broken sword and gun, curled up on a tree with a hat printed with with the words Marine.

He looks like Vale. A relative?

I looked closer, ignoring the chewed up legs in favor of the book inside of his pants.

A journal. I flipped to the last entry.

(...Uncle says to wait for help, but we can't. By the time we get help from others the beasts will have killed someone; and even then Axe-hand Morgan will refuse without promise of payment.

I can't just do nothing, praying that someone will save us.)

Fuck.

I looked at the kid, holding a double barrel pistol in a now cold hand.

You died a brave man. Your cutlass broke from hitting bone and you shoot both barrels into the thing that killed you.

I stood up. I'll take you home after we're finished.

I heard growing. I saw the blood coated forms of seven wolves start to circle me.

Wolf

17,20,23, 20, 21, 18, 19

Pause

Legendary Grandmaster Ursine Armour, steel sword, silver sword, etc

Superior beast oil

Superior Dragon's Dream bomb

"Quen." A shit of my fingers and a golden glow started to radiate off me.

"All of you are going to die." I told the monsters.

One of them came from behind me. I spun, poisoned and enchanted steel flashing, attacking all of the beasts that lept at once.

"Steel sword: Whirl." The runeword Severance kicked in, expanding the blade another three feet of transparent energy. The Whirl lasted five seconds.

They were all dead in three. Real dead;cut in pieces all around me.

Seems like if I try, I can attack their bodies instead of their vitality.

I walked up to the corpse and the Loot option appeared.

I need proof.

I bent down, taking the trophy hook and knife as I began my work.

It took me a minute to wrap up the body, but eventually I got all the pieces tied together inside of a blanket from my inventory.

Don't worry; I'll take you home.

...,...

As Roach road away from the door the house, I could feel some of the Witcher mindset going away, leaving me a man who had to tell someone their family died.

I had seen people die and watched as people dragged away a body, but I had never seen a body so young.

I felt different. Waking up this morning in One piece with a powerful body and ability or magic; it seemed more like a game or dream than truth.

I got off the horse when the grass started to become pavement and just started petting it.

"I should be freaking out, but I can't. I think that the witcher logic and reasoning, as well as the stoicism, are making me go with the flow." I looked at my hands.

"Your real. I can feel the weight of the swords on my back and the feel of my armor, I can smell the pollen in the air and the ocean." I looked looked at Roach. "I know your sentient; one piece animals can talk to Chopper and you spoke when Geralt was tripping on mushrooms. Can you hear me?"

The horse looked at me, blinked, and nodded his head.

"Okay yes or no questions. Blink one for yes two for no. You ready?"

Blink Blink

"Funny. Do you know why we're in this world?"

Blink

"So we are here on purpose." Interesting, we have someone who can take us home.

"Are you forbidden from saying it." I asked.

Blink

Time to find the truth.

"Oh it's not that he's forbidden; the horse can tell you all about me. But if he does I'll be upset."

I turned around and felt fear.

Bald, middle aged, and standing at ease in suit that could have been worn by a politician, the being smiled. Everything about him was so normal and forgettable, I wouldn't have been surprised if I had road past him.

But it wasn't his appearance that terrified me but the name over his head.

Gaunter O'Dimm

Fuck today.

A.N. You said it Bran. To quote Mr. Wendsday, (not to be confused with Miss Wendsday), "If today was a fish, I'd throw the fucker back."

Early morning concrete pour and day long classes with a Philosophy Paper I'm trying to write getting pushed to theTomorrow-me.

Sucks to be you Tomorrow-me.