With Ron's approval, Violet was relieved and no longer worried.
Just like her starting point for making suggestions, King Liku and others also couldn't stand that their home was coveted by others, and it was something they didn't know about.
Early the next morning, residents were surprised to find that Area 4, which had been blocked just the day before, was open again, which proved that the visitors had left and there was no security threat.
When they were busy building their homes, they most often lamented that they were going so fast, and then ignored them.
At the same time, Kinemon and his party saw the opportunity.
In the hotel room, Kanjuro drank all the water in the water bottle and said.
"I've asked about it. It's very simple to visit Area 4. More than five Dressrosa residents with no criminal records can jointly guarantee it, or those who haven't caused any trouble within a month of logging in can join the queue. And there are also some local events and competitions held from time to time, and the winners can also qualify.”
"But now no residents are willing to vouch for us. One month is too long, so there is only one way we can choose."
"But aren't you fugitives?"
The flamingo stood on the table, with a plate of big lobster in front of him, tearing it with its beak: "Go and win the competition and be in the limelight, are you sure it's okay?"
"Don't worry Pink Feather!"
Kinemon patted his chest and said, "We are just fugitives from Wano Country, and we are not bounty criminals wanted by the navy. No one knows who we are."
"Call me Lord Pink Feather, you idiot!"
"It hurts! I know, don't bite your nose!"
The flamingo jumped and rushed forward with fluttering wings. After a moment, he threw away Kin'emon's chicken coop and crossed his wings.
"Indeed, there is no other way at the moment. With your strength, it is impossible to break through the defense line and break in... So, you are indeed a group of fools."
"Even if I had, I wouldn't do it! I am a warrior in the lower class, a noble warrior, how can I break into the palace like a bandit!"
"Okay idiot, I got it idiot."
Then, not long after, there were three more men wearing beach pants, floral shirts and sun hats at a fruit cutting competition held in Area 3.
"Young Master, let Kanjuro and I take part in this match!"
"No, I am also a warrior, there is no reason to back down!"
"this… "
Regarding Momonosuke's persistence, Kinemon and Kanjuro looked at each other and sighed helplessly: "I understand!"
Since it is an entertainment event for everyone to participate in, the rules are relatively loose. Momonosuke, an eight-year-old child, did not attract much attention when he came on stage. Everyone came up with special skills, making the audience laugh continuously.
But all joking aside, the game must continue.
After the host eliminated the contestants who came to make fun of the contest for funny reasons, the remaining thirty-six contestants officially started the competition.
Some of these people are sincerely curious about Area 4 and want to enter and enjoy the scenery, some are here for the extra prizes in the competition, and some are chefs who are optimistic about the future of Dressrosa and want to become famous and establish themselves here. .
However, this time the competition was said to be a fruit cutting competition, so only knife skills were competing. Seeing the contestants officially take the stage, the host Gaz picked up the phone and said loudly.
"Sa, after all the fun, please pay attention, these thirty-six are the real masters of this competition!"
"What? An eight-year-old kid is also promoted? Sure enough, he is more ambitious than he is young!"
On the high platform, Kanjuro and Kinemon turned around in shock and looked at Momonosuke standing not far away.
"Little Lord?"
"Little Lord?"
"Hmph, I am also a... samurai, what's so strange about being promoted?!"
Momonosuke proudly crossed his arms with disdain on his face.
In the preliminary competition, or also called the exhibition competition, the test is very simple. Cut and sort the fruits within the same time. Whoever cuts more will naturally be selected.
After all, Momonosuke was born in the country of Wano. He considers himself a samurai and has been with swords since he was a child. Although his sword cannot be used to cut people, but he can cut some fruits and is undoubtedly much better than the group of tourists who come just for fun. Fortunately, he was ranked at the bottom of the 36th place and successfully advanced.
"But he's going to cry next, isn't he?"
Behind the main square where the event was held, in a restaurant that had been secretly emptied, Ron looked at the screen projected by the phone bug and grinned.
Noticing his expression, Cyrus and Violet looked at each other and shuddered.
He will indeed cry because the next game is called Fruit Ninja.
People stand on a high platform, and the projector below continuously throws fruits. Players need to grasp the timing and cut the fruits before they fall.
Scores will be based on completion and quantity.
only…
It's not just fruit.
"Hmph, laymen, do you know how many ways to cut the black rock fruit?"
The strong man who was the first to take the stage looked disdainful, brandishing two large kitchen knives, and asked Kanjuro behind him.
Kanjuro turned around: "Black rock fruit? What is that?"
"As expected, you are an amateur. Fortunately, the official score is based on completion. You are screwed!"
Bang!
After that, the first row of fruits was ejected from below by the ejector, and the height reached exactly two meters above the high platform, trying to cover everyone's height and arm length.
The strong man's eyes darkened and he muttered: "Apple, banana, pineapple, durian, sure enough... all four cutting methods have appeared, I will definitely win!"
Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh!
The apple is cut cross-cut, the banana is peeled and separated, the pineapple is peeled around, and the durian is cut cross-cut like the apple, but the cut surface does not damage the pulp in the center and falls close to the gap.
"Oh!!! Wonderful knife skills. Contestant No. 1 actually used four different cutting methods in a short period of time. He is indeed a professional chef!"
Gaz explained excitedly, making the atmosphere on the field high.
Speaking of which, bang! Bang! Bang!
Another row of fruits bounced up.
"Apples, apples, oranges... Huh? Is this black one a black rock fruit? Sure enough, it's not that easy to do."
The black rock fruit is famous for its hard shell. If you cut the shell stupidly with a knife, if the knife does not crack, the quality of the knife will pass. Only by cutting along the invisible gap can we successfully cut it open.
This not only tests the knife skills, but also the chef's vision.
"But, it's not hard for me, Ushiuchijiro!"
After saying that, the strong man's eyes narrowed and he swung his sword down.
The blade collided with the black shell, making a crisp knocking sound...
Ding! !
"Impossible, this sound...!!!"
Then, boom! ! !
In an instant, the whole place was in an uproar!
Because the dark fruit suddenly exploded on the spot!
"Appeared!!!"
Gaz picked up the phone and roared loudly: "A small bomb that looks like a black rock fruit!!!"
"Friendly reminder to everyone, this competition is a Fruit Ninja Competition, but it is not all fruits, there are also small bombs disguised as fruits! So all contestants must carefully distinguish the real ones from the fake ones. If unfortunately you hit the bomb, you will end up with us. The same as the number one player!”
"Of course, the power of bombs is limited. Normally, no one will be killed... Well, probably."
Seeing the No. 1 player being carried off by the medical staff with black smoke blowing out of his mouth, Kanjuro, the No. 2 player, roared with fangs.
"You should have said this earlier, you bastard!"
Suddenly, Kanjuro thought of something and turned his head to look.
Sure enough, Momonosuke, who was standing on the high platform of No. 36, looked pale and his two limbs were trembling. They stood in a circle in the square. Momonosuke No. 36 and the strong chef No. 1 were only a few meters apart.
"Things that can be obtained without working hard will make people not know how to cherish... So even if it is a competition with predetermined rankings, they must be put under some pressure."
Ron watched this scene with interest and took a sip of tea.
Cyrus: “…”
Violet: "..."
There were only wrong names, not wrong nicknames.
Navy Soryu's reputation as a demon is well deserved!