One piece: Pirate hunter system

This night was sleepless.

After miraculously surviving, the villagers were still recovering from the nightmare they had experienced. But despite this, many things required their immediate attention.

Lester, like an annoying flypaper, followed Rogu all day. But in the end he had to retreat and start organizing the consequences of the recent incident. The matter of the bodies of the dead was especially difficult. It was much more difficult than it might seem at first glance.

Rogu, meanwhile, not only sold each of the surviving pirates for a hefty price of 5,000 beli per head, but also began to think about how to profit from the bodies of the dead. However, Lester explained that the Marines do not pay bounties for nameless pirates.

The only exception was a pirate named Marcello, who had a nine million beli reward on his head. He was a truly dangerous criminal, officially wanted. This entire hefty sum was to go to Rog, but to do so he had to visit Low and fill out the necessary paperwork.

...

That night, a large fire blazed up in the square again. The air was filled with the aromas of food and alcohol. But despite this, the atmosphere remained oppressive. The deaths and injuries of fellow villagers were a tragedy that could not be ignored. However, the fact that all the pirates who had attacked the village were either killed or captured brought at least some relief and pride.

In the headman's(village chief) house.

Rogu sat on a chair, holding a cup of water in his hands. The elder looked at him silently a couple of times, and then sighed heavily: "Have you finally decided?"

- Yes, - Rogu nodded. - I can't stay here forever. You saved my life and allowed me to stay here. For that, I am already in your debt. A person should know a sense of proportion, right?

The elder fell silent for a moment, lost in his memories.

Then, many years ago, Rogu washed up on the shore. He was covered in blood, his body covered in wounds soaked in sea water. And it seemed like he was on his last legs. However, his body turned out to be surprisingly strong. And thanks to the care of the villagers and his own endurance, he was able to recover.

However, he was initially perceived with caution. Many residents did not want to have anything to do with this stranger, and the headman was no exception.

When Rogu came to his senses, the village elder decided to talk to him so that he would go back to where he came from. But it turned out that Rogu had completely lost his memory. And the only thing that remained in him was his mastery of the blade.

After one expedition with Rogu into the mountains, the elder saw him in action. And convinced of his incredible skills, he changed his mind. Then he decided to leave Rogu in the village - in case they needed protection.

At that time, the seas were teeming with pirates. The villagers, although skilled hunters, did not have the strength to cope with the chaos and the threat of attack. Rogu was the man who could become their shield.

So they made a deal: the village would give him shelter, and he, in turn, would help if the village faced trouble. And now, today, their deal was fully fulfilled. Rogu had protected the village, and now he was about to leave. The headman could think of nothing to stop him.

"What are you going to do after you leave the village?" the village chief finally asked. "Do you want to become a pirate?"

Rogu shook his head: "I definitely won't become a pirate. Most likely, I'll try to become a hunter. And then I'll do what I've long dreamed of."

"A pirate hunter?" the elder frowned slightly, then sighed. "What kind of dream is that?"

"Well... I guess I'll try to find my way home," Rogu answered with a smile. "Even though it seems almost impossible, why not try anyway? I don't have anything else to do right now anyway."

"After such words, I can no longer stop you," said the headman and smiled.

Rogu smiled slightly too. He knew that the elder had most likely misunderstood him. But it didn't matter. He wasn't going to explain anything. Some things were better kept to oneself. And the fewer people who knew, the better.

"Actually, when leaving Moonlight Village, what I'm most worried about is her safety," Rogu said, frowning slightly.

"Don't worry," the village chief reassured him. "Lester promised that a Marine base would soon be established in the village. I think even the craziest pirates wouldn't dare attack a village where Marines would be stationed."

Rogu recalled Lester's face, with its, to put it mildly, peculiar expression, and felt that his anxiety had only increased. Besides, in this world, there was probably nothing that pirates had not dared to do. After all, if you think about it, could events like the Battle of Ennis Lobby or the war at Marineford have happened back then?

"Although… maybe things will be a little calmer in the East Blue," Rogu thought. After all, it's not for nothing that they call it the weakest of the four seas.

"Okay," the elder patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry about us. Today, the whole village will see you off so that tomorrow you can happily set off on your new journey."

....

This night turned out to be quite stormy.

After the wine and rum filled the cups, everyone's emotions began to run high. Some cried uncontrollably, others laughed loudly. Some celebrated life, others prayed for the dead. But all together, they sang the praises of the hero who had saved their village.

When the noise and fun reached their peak, Rogu quietly took little Ferra aside.

The boy looked at him with a slight melancholy in his eyes. The headman had already announced that tomorrow Rogu would leave on a Marine ship with Lester to leave the village and begin his journey.

Before, when Ferr was always around Rogu, he found him terribly annoying. A grown man, and all the time he was talking nonsense, and even behaving like a child. But now, realizing that tomorrow he might never see him again, Ferr, who was just starting to grow up, felt an incomprehensible heaviness in his chest, as if a large burden had been placed there.

"Listen, little man," Rogu said to him, and Ferr looked up at him.

"I'm leaving tomorrow. Do you want to say anything at the end?" Rogu asked with a smile.

Ferr shook his head quickly. He wanted to say something, but the words were stuck somewhere inside. There were only thoughts in his head, but it was too awkward to say them out loud. Instead, he could say something sarcastic, something that would make Rog feel uncomfortable. For example: "I don't care that you're leaving!" or "I'm just glad you're finally leaving!"

But even these words never left his lips.

- Well, if you don't want to, then don't, - Rogu gently patted his head. - I won't be able to give you any more fencing lessons. But you must continue training the way I taught you. I left something for you on the mountain. When you feel that you can't progress any more, try to find it. This is my true technique - the Heart of the Moon style.

Ferr looked at Roga in silence for a while, then asked: "Why didn't you show it to us before?"

"Aside from the fact that you didn't have a strong enough base yet, the main reason is that… I hoped that you would never have to use it," Rogu replied, raising his head to the starry sky.

- I don't want your life to turn into an endless slaughter either.

Ferr looked up at him, and suddenly noticed that this evening the man didn't seem so childish. On the contrary, he seemed... warm. Even, perhaps, a little caring...