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Chapter: Et Tu Berets?
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After everyone calmed down, a person came out of the crowd. "Ahem! Heso!" He greeted everyone.
"I'm a Fisherman and have my own shop in Lovely Street," he introduced himself.
He glanced at me, "He always comes to me to sell the fishes he caught," he started, explaining.
"One day, he brought a rare fish to sell." His eyes gleamed greedily. I can guess what must have happened next.
"I got greedy and identified it as a normal fish buying it cheap," He explained without a shred of guilt. Gan Fall looked disapprovingly at this action.
"So he somehow found out about it and broke into my shop at night. Then he stuffed a live baby Sky shark in the storage." His eyes widened in fear. I looked proudly at the action of 'Past me'.
"It scared me to death when I opened my store the next day," He stuttered in fear. "I nearly lost my hand. Only my experience in fishing saved me." He stammered.
He recovered from the memory. "And the shark ate all my fish stored inside. It is a heavy loss," He lamented his loss.
He looked fearfully at me. I scratched my head bashfully. "Then he arrived on time, as usual, to sell. Then he looked at the situation and he even asked what the commotion was about?" Sniffed the fisherman in sorrow/anger.
I snickered. 'My memory attack is very useful in annoying others,' thinking, the reaction of others.
Before anyone could react, another man rushed out, "God! A similar thing happened to me. I own a fruit store," He interrupted, introducing himself.
I scanned him. 'He must be very influenced if he can sell fruits here,' I noted the details. 'Since Fruits and vegetables are difficult to grow up here,' I thought, reasonably.
He glared at me. "He usually buys some fruits and vegetables from me and I will normally sell them for a higher price to him," he confessed like it's a natural thing.
I looked at him in disbelief, not at him cheating me but at him confessing bravely here. 'Does he have a plan, or he is an idiot?' I scrutinized him. Gan Fall furrowed, looking at that man.
The man was oblivious to it or not caring at all. "But he somehow found out about it and threw bugs, worms, rats, etc., into my storage," he yelled, thinking about the state of the storage.
'It seems I went to Upper Yard before, as mentioned in the Log Book.' I thought of the only place where bugs are available.
"I didn't find about it soon, since they hid," he paled suddenly. "I only found it after one customer arrived angrily questioning about worms in the fruit," he shuddered in fear, thinking about that customer.
"I lost money due to the fruits getting eaten and ruined my reputation, which I held for many years," he cried mournfully. "I lost everything that day and have not made a profit since," he grieved, tears streaming.
I looked at the two assholes with no pity. "You guys are cheating me, A SMALL KID, and dared to complain about it," I yelled, pointing at myself.
"You guys deserved it," I snorted in anger. "Did you come here to cry? Don't you have any shame?" I shouted at them venomously.
"Don't you dare say anything about shame," a puffy man rolled over, yelling furiously. "Do you know what you did? You replaced my perfume flavor dial with your fart. Do you know my life became a disaster because of it?" he cried miserably with tears and snot.
"What? How can a perfume affect your life?" I scoffed. "Don't exaggerate it," I warned him, narrowing my eyes.
"If only I used IT," he emphasized. "but I gifted it to my girlfriend. She further showed it off in front of her friends and lost her face miserably, so she broke up with me," he rattled in one breath and broke down crying miserably.
"Ha *snort* ha *ahem* *cough*" I tried to control my laughter, failing miserably.
"*Ahem* You must have done something to me right?" I questioned him as he averted his eyes. "Hmph! thought so," I snorted, turning my gaze to Gan Fall.
"So why did you do this to them?" he inquired me.
"I can't just beat them up, so this is an alternative until I can beat them," I explained with a 'are you an idiot?' look. "And their name is in 'The list', so I just followed it." I shrugged my shoulder.
"Gasp! The List, No!" a person squeaked, cowering and panting hard as if I spoke the world's bad word. The people in his group also didn't look well.
Then a man who dressed like a chef stepped out from that group. "Sorry he has some trauma," he apologized, for his person.
He turned to glare at me. "God, I'm a chef who owns a restaurant nearby," he introduced himself first. "We have an excellent reputation and our food is tasty..." He advertised shamelessly.
He turned to me. "But it all changes one day," He modulated the voice. "We made a terrible mistake, which is also the reason for his trauma," he stated sourly, pointing at his staff.
"The mistake is not allowing him into my restaurant," he announced dramatically, pointing at me.
"WHAT! if a person I know hears it, he will kick you straight to the moon," I yelled at him, who shrank back in fright.
'How I wish Sanji is here? It will be fun to see him burning in real-life,' I thought wistfully.
"If you don't allow a hungry customer inside a restaurant, then what the hell is a restaurant for? To Take a bath?" I sneered, questioning him.
He calmed down quickly, wiping the sweat from his brows. "So that night he somehow sneaked into the kitchen and exchanged all the flavor dials with each other, mixed them or added his own flavor to it," he grimaced, looking disgusted.
"The next day, it's a total disaster in the kitchen. We lost so much money and customers on that single day," he sniffled, thinking about that day's loss before glaring at me.
"It shows the quality of your restaurant," I mocked him for laziness. 'How hard it is going to take to check the flavors,' I thought.
He ignored me and started narrating it "Since we made a huge mess, we prepared to dump the food," then he narrated with dumping action.
"At that time, he swaggered in then looked at the deserted restaurant and inquired 'What happened?' calmly." he trembled slightly, fully engrossed in expressing it.
"We shouted 'You happened' at him. But he looked taken back and looked grimly 'You guys… have not been crossed from 'The list'. So don't lie to me,' he yelled, pointing at us. He glared 'I will come back later to finish my job,' leaving us there," he relayed, clenching his teeth, shaking angrily. I almost laughed aloud, hearing him trying to mimic my words with a straight face.
"We somehow convinced him to listen to us properly, but he said 'I need to prank you guys at least once for me to cross out your names,' spreading his hands helplessly." He narrated sourly, mimicking by spreading his arms.
"We even threatened him, but he threatened us back with a single sentence, 'I will upgrade your names from 'prank list' to 'revenge list,' narrowing his eyes. We got even more scared from this as..." He swallowed heavily. "... we realized if a simple prank can do this much damage, then what will revenge look like?!" he wheezed, in fright. He breathed to collect his breath.
"Then what happened? Tell us quickly," I urged him eagerly as the children around here looked at him with expectation.
"WHAT! do you think I am telling a story?" he roared angrily with a bloodshot eye. Many people woke up from their stupor of hearing a story and looked embarrassed.
"How do I know?" I retorted. Then I thought, 'It definitely looks like a story from the way you describe it. From a third-person POV,' I mentally chuckled at this thought. 'Maybe this is one of One Piece character quirks, similar to their unique laugh,' I deduced. 'Okay, focus on the issue now,' I discarded these extra thoughts.
"Continue the story! What happened next?" I asked in anticipation, ignoring his glare. The kids looked at him with bright eyes, and even some adults looked attentive.
"YOU...!" he yelled, turning red in anger. "Phew…! it's a lost cause," he breathed, calming down.
"Anyway, we convinced him to prank us then and there and cross our names off 'The List' quickly," he continued. "Then he..." his face turned to a different shade of green as if remembering something disgusting. "... replied sternly, 'You know, wasting food is terrible, so you guys should finish it,' then... *Ugh* *gag*" he ran and vomited his guts out.
'Wow! his face can change to a different color,' I marveled at his talent. 'He is a wonderful storyteller, cooking delayed him,' I praised him mentally.
"That was the most disgusting meal I have ever eaten in my life *blergh*" A staff member grimaced before joining his boss.
"At least we learned a lesson that day," a woman scrunched her nose in disgust. "We should never turn away a hungry customer," she solemnly stated, looking at me.
"And we got to know what the worst food tastes like," grimaced another waiter.
"That's it?" I queried, looking disappointed.
"Ah! it's kinda anticlimactic, so I give this story negative points but give a full mark to the narrator," I declared, pointing at the chef. The employees looked confused.
Before "Boo! boo!" I started booing at them. "Come on, guys, this has to be one of the most idiotic stories I've ever heard, so boo with me," I incited the crowd, and some like-minded kids booed with me, while the adults facepalmed at the situation.
"WHAT! are we a joke to you? This is a true story, and you are the cause of it," raged a restaurant staff.
"Well, calm down," Gan Fall intervened, stopping the chaos from escalating further. I pouted at the missed chance to spread chaos.
"If anyone needs to add anything, come forward?" he asked the crowd as if knowing it's not over yet.
"HESO!" greeted the captain of the White Berets. "It's humiliating to admit it, but he also attacked us," he disclosed, gritting his teeth.
"Et Tu Berets?" I exclaimed in surprise. "Hahaha, how can I be so awesome?" I boasted, laughing proudly.
"Shut up!" He bellowed at me, then calmed down quickly. "That day was like any normal day. We had routine training, drills, tasks, etc.," he reminisced. "Suddenly, we got a report of a break-in at the armory," He reported seriously.
"After checking, we found that some impact dials, milky dials, ax dials, and other miscellaneous dials were missing," he listed, looking ashamed at letting a kid near the armory. "Then we quickly formed a squad to chase the culprit," he reported sternly.
"Hmm, How do you know it was me? There is no proof of it," I probed, interrupting his bland summary, totally different from the chef's. He ignored me completely and narrated the story like he was reporting a mission. 'Hmm, He is not the captain of the Canon,' I noticed, remembering the details.
"We quickly found the trail and crawled into a clearing," then he pointed at me, still looking at Gan Fall. "When we reached the center of the clearing, he appeared and congratulated us on our luck," he reported, but I noticed his voice cracking.
"According to him, he congratulated us because we hadn't triggered any dials he buried in this clearing," He stated seriously, but I saw his eyes twitching.
"He further explained that he transformed the whole place into a minefield using the dials." He shivered as he reported.
"He also hinted that we were already at the center of it, and any unnecessary movement would be fatal." He clenched his fist as his body shook.
"Then he ran away taunting, 'I hope you guys are strong enough to survive this. Good luck and see ya' soon,' leaving us there," he relayed, clenching his teeth, shaking angrily. I almost laughed aloud, hearing someone once again trying to mimic my words but with a straight face.
"We were all frightened by this news and feared that even moving a muscle will trigger the mine," his voice finally broke, ruining his previous brave facade.
"We laid there in dread as we acted cautiously for five hours before we dug out all the dials," he explained, glaring at the ground.
Then he finally looked at me with a complicated expression. "But the thing is, the mines we dug did not have any lethal dials," He explained, face ashen.
"It only has only flavored dials, visual dials, but the tone dials are the main problem. He recorded it with bomb blasting sound, so when triggered, it scared most of my men," He complained ruefully. "It's a nightmare, those five hours," He sighed sadly, thinking about the actions his men made in fear.
"If you get scared out of small sounds, then what the hell did you do in the war?" I mocked him sarcastically.
"You shut up! It's all your fault," he bellowed, releasing his anger and stomping back to his place.
"Well~ I don't remember anything~" I singsonged, provoking him further.
"Is there anyone who needs to add anything?" God interrupted again, ruining my fun. He then looked at me and smirked. 'He is doing it on purpose,' I realized, narrowing my eyes.
'He must know me personally, only then can he understand my personality well,' I concluded, staring at him.
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