One Piece's Bizzare Adventure

"I, Jon Joestar, is the BUFF God!

Stacking up all the buffs naturally made one unbeatable.

Although Atomic Samurai was defeated, he showed no hostility or rejection towards Jon. Instead, he warmly invited him into the dojo hall for a drink.

Jon gladly accepted.

At that moment, he seemed to suddenly remember something. "Bring the person outside in."

"The person outside?" Atomic Samurai was puzzled.

Jon scratched his nose and explained, "Consider it... my companion."

"Oh, I see." Atomic Samurai waved his hand. "Iaian, go bring in Skywalker's companion."

"Yes, Master." Iaian bowed respectfully.

Upon entering the hall, Jon sat down casually.

Atomic Samurai didn't mind and poured Jon a drink in an exquisite glass.

"Go ahead."

The drink was common sake, with a light yellow color and clear transparency.

Jon downed it in one gulp.

The taste was pure and refreshing.

He exclaimed, "Good drink!"

"Of course, it's good sake." Atomic Samurai nodded naturally.

Without mentioning the main business, the two of them drank one cup after another.

After three or four cups, Iaian brought in Fubuki, who looked odd.

Atomic Samurai paused.

"You are..."

"The first-ranked B-class hero, 'Fubuki.'"

Before Fubuki could speak, Iaian timely reminded, "Oh, no wonder she looks familiar."

"Oh, so that's it." Atomic Samurai wasn't interested in the weak, so he casually sipped his wine.

On the side, Iaian hesitated to speak.

Seeing Fubuki looking uneasy, Jon shook his head and said, "You've been peeping for so long, your legs must be numb."

"Huh?" Fubuki's eyes were erratic.

"Don't worry, I don't care about that." Jon pointed to the wine glass beside him. "But, I'll need you to send me back to the Association later."

Upon hearing this, Fubuki had many question marks floating above her head.

Did he really think of me as a chauffeur?!

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment.

At this moment, Iaian discreetly swallowed saliva and whispered in Atomic Samurai's ear, "Miss Fubuki is Miss Tatsumaki's sister."

"Li'l Tatsumaki?" A petite figure flashed through Atomic Samurai's mind.

He smiled at Fubuki.

"Well, isn't this a coincidence? I happen to be acquainted with your sister."

Upon hearing this, Fubuki awkwardly said, "Oh, I see. Hehe."

When you don't know how to respond, a smile was always safe.

Jon felt tired of watching and said, "She and Miss Tatsumaki don't get along well."

[Jon used 'Poke']

[Attack landed, Atomic Samurai entered silence status]

[Fubuki received mental damage]

Iaian sighed.

Only his master, who was so devoted to swordsmanship, would not know such public matters.

"Let's not talk about these things. Let's drink, let's drink."

Atomic Samurai didn't intend to get involved in the sisters' affairs, so he raised his glass as if nothing happened.

Jon followed suit.

Fubuki didn't know what to do.

Ranked third among S-class heroes, Skywalker!

Ranked fifth among S-class heroes, Atomic Warrior!

Ranked second among A-class heroes, Iaian!

After all this, she found herself being the lowest ranked hero in the room.

Now Fubuki felt like a husky mixed into a pack of wolves.

Couldn't sit, couldn't stand.

In short, awkward!

Jon noticed and said helplessly, "Come stand behind me."

Hmph!

Fubuki felt annoyed, but her body obediently moved behind Jon.

Textbook-like straightforwardness.

Jon smiled, not taking it seriously.

After seven or eight cups of sake, the conversation became lively.

Atomic Samurai squinted.

"Your swordsmanship is not bad. Where did you learn it from?"

"It's self-taught." Jon looked at Atomic Samurai. "Do you believe that?"

"I believe it, of course."

Atomic Samurai's tone was filled with melancholy.

"Even I can't wield this swordsmanship to your level, so yes, I believe you."

It would be laughable if he said out loud that the creator of the technique lost to a seemingly pirated version out of nowhere.

However, Atomic Samurai was well aware that he lost and Jon's swordsmanship was not inferior to his own.

The loser didn't deserve to say anything back.

Saying too much would make him look like a sore loser.

Hearing the conversation between the two, Fubuki and Iaian quietly lowered their heads.

Atomic Samurai actually admitted that he wasn't as good as Skywalker!

If this were heard by tabloid reporters, the entire Hero Association world would probably be turned upside down.

"To you."

Jon raised his cup.

After all, he had learned the other's swordsmanship, so he had to show some appreciation.

No more words, all emotions were in the sake.

Atomic Samurai laughed heartily. "Cheers!"

As the saying went, a cup of alcohol resolved a thousand grievances, a smile dissipates all enmities.

As fellow skilled fighter, the two had many common topics.

From swordsmanship to martial arts, from martial arts to Ripple, and back to swordsmanship.

Finally, the topic landed on the current active hero in Japan.

I'm not going to be bored with this! Fubuki and Iaian suddenly became interested.

"The most active hero nowadays is none other than Mr. KING."

Fubuki, who finally got a chance to speak, showed a look of admiration. "When the KING Engine rumbles, monsters tremble in fear, begging for mercy. He's just too cool."

Upon hearing this, Atomic Samurai and Iaian nodded repeatedly.

Although KING was only ranked 8th among S-class heroes, his strength was beyond doubt.

Even the proud Atomic Warrior had to admit that KING was a flawless and perfect man.

Jon's mouth twitched.

Well, luck was also part of strength.

Just like how the Caped Baldy was blessed by the will of the world, able to defeat any enemy with a single punch; KING, the strongest otaku on the surface, could scare monsters just with his aura. If this were the world of One Piece, he would definitely be on par with the likes of Red-Haired Shanks, invincible with Color of Supreme King Haki!

Speaking of which, it seemed like the next stage of his legendary reward was 'KING Engine'. How was he supposed to use this thing?

Jon rubbed his smooth chin.

Why not just go ask KING himself?

Thousands of kilometers away, in City Y.

"Hmm, I see."

KING hung up the phone, staring blankly at the TV screen.

On the screen, a two-dimensional maid with cat ears was looking at him affectionately. "Onii-chan, daisuki~"

"Damn it!"

Coming back to his senses, KING's inner self roared in madness.

Why? Why did this otaku have to investigate evil organizations?!

"No, no, no, I'll be dead if I do that!

Should I just confess, 'Actually, I'm not a hero, I'm just a lucky ordinary person'? It's too late now!

I've made quite a bit of money, and I've spent it all on games. If I come clean, I'll definitely be wiped out by the Hero Association!"

KING gritted his teeth His face twisted in pain.

"But, there's still a chance!"

Suddenly remembering something, he clenched his fists, flames of hope ignited in his eyes.

"This mission is a joint operation, besides me, there's the new S-class hero, Skywalker. His ranking is higher than mine, so maybe, just maybe, he can help me survive."