One Piece: Copy Talents Starting from Elbaf

"Flowers, flowers~"

On the shores of a new island, the Elbaf pirate ship docked.

Lingling and the other children stood by the shore, watching in surprise as flowers in the grass swayed and sang, moving their bodies with the rhythm. They all looked at the nun in awe.

"This is my magic~" The nun smiled as she walked over. With a wave of her hand, a faint light emanated from her fingers, spreading over several large trees.

In the next moment, the trees were imbued with souls and began to sway with the flowers: "Big tree, big tree~"

"Let them play with you for a while, while we go do some important things, okay?" The nun smiled at the children and then glanced at Roy, who was holding his sword.

Although all the children at the Lamb House were a bit of a handful, two children were particularly troublesome for the nun. One was Lingling, who unintentionally hurt others and had an overwhelming amount of strength, requiring delicate handling. The other was Roy, who was very smart and obedient but also the most troublesome.

Smart children meant trouble.

The nun didn't think Roy would be easy to handle. Since Roy began studying swordsmanship with Reding, his combat abilities had skyrocketed. Now, Roy was cool-headed and strategic, and far more formidable than Lingling.

"Alright," Roy nodded as he tugged at the flower-shaped Homie from Homitz.

"Mhm." The nun smiled in approval, and led the giants toward the island.

With the help of the Elbaf giants, building the house was quick work.

Watching Roy's interest in the flower and tree Homies, the nun felt satisfied. He was still a child—no matter how smart or strong he was, he remained quite innocent.

The giants, hauling wood, started to grumble about Lingling.

"Roy is such a good kid, how could he have a friend like Lingling? It's hard to believe."

"Shh, don't say that, don't let Roy hear you."

The giants tried to hush themselves, but they kept muttering about Lingling.

On the shore, Roy looked at the forest and then tugged at Pandora while holding his sword, sitting down by the sea and listening to the waves.

As for the flower and tree Homies? He wasn't really interested. He was only pretending for the nun. Being a child could be a clever game—being calm and smart had its limits.

"Heh? Roy, aren't you interested in them?" Lingling asked, standing in the middle of the flowers and tree Homies, confused, watching Roy's back.

"I'm interested, but not very much," Roy joked.

"I don't understand." Lingling scratched her head in confusion.

Roy didn't bother responding and kept sitting by the sea, gazing at the vast blue ocean. He gave Pandora's tiny face a little squeeze.

The recently born Pandora had just tried to burn him. Roy had planned to treat Pandora equally from now on, but Pandora had asked for it. Time for some "training!"

"Chirp chirp~"

With nothing to do, Roy started playing with Pandora, tugging at it like a toy.

Honestly, he thought collecting Homies as decorations or teaching them skills like cooking and music could be fun. The capitalist in him would weep.

Roy was quite cynical.

The giants were impressively quick at building. Making a house for humans was as easy as making a wooden toy for their own children.

Soon, Roy and the others stood before their new home, and the Elbaf giants were leaving the island.

In a valley surrounded by mountains, with forests enclosing it, the Lamb House was now set in place. The nun stood at the door, facing a group of problematic children.

To ease their growing unease, she smiled even more brightly.

At least that's what she thought.

From Roy's perspective, however, the nun's smile was so exaggerated, it looked like a creepy doll. Her eyes were squinted until only her eyebrows were visible, and the two pale, bony fingers holding a cigarette made her look like an evil old witch.

"Is this going to be our home?" a cute little fur-child asked Roy, looking up at him.

"Mhm, it's home," Roy said, ruffling the kid's head.

He looked up at the Lamb House.

Home. What a distant word, so far that it almost felt hopeless.

Since the elderly person who had adopted him passed away, Roy hadn't had any family for the past 800 years. As for his parents who had abandoned him—he couldn't even imagine wanting to see them again.

Since they had thrown him away, he considered them nonexistent.

For Roy, this world no longer had a home.

As for his home on Earth before his rebirth… it felt so far away.

Sometimes, the distance between people wasn't just measured by time and space, but by entire worlds.

Roy had despaired before, but he knew he could never go back.

When he was reborn 800 years ago, with no attachments left, the world had just finished a great war. It was chaotic, and Roy had simply let the time-space rules do whatever they wanted, choosing a random place and time for him to land.

The nun, seeing Roy's downcast expression, walked over with a smile, gently patting his head.

"You don't need to feel like that. Every child will eventually have a kind family to take them in, and you won't be the exception~" The nun smiled.

"Mm, thank you, nun~" Roy smiled back. When the nun went back into the house to get to work, he pinched Pandora hard.

Tch, he hated these kinds of liars.

Made him feel like he had to lie too. What a drag.

Lingling and the other children were running around playing, while Roy, still holding Pandora and his sword, walked into the forest.

Looking around, Roy whispered something to Pandora, who nodded before flying off into the sky, circling around before coming back.

"Anything?"

Roy asked.

"I didn't see anyone," Pandora replied.

"Alright, stay here and wait for me. I'll practice my swordsmanship," Roy said, drawing his sword and walking off to practice.

Earlier, he had asked Pandora to look for someone, but that person clearly wasn't nearby.

Over the past few days, Roy had been recalling certain details about the plot.

The long loaf from Big Mom's crew—the one with the Sweets Fruit ability—should be residing on this island around this time.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Roy gripped the hilt of his sword and swung it swiftly. The sword flashed with a cyan light, cutting through the air with a sharp whooshing sound.

Days passed, and a year went by in the blink of an eye.

The new year had arrived.

The children were still running around playing, and Roy continued practicing his swordsmanship, occasionally competing with the nun in acting.

The nun would stay up late at night, after the children had fallen asleep, calculating new prices for each of them, especially for Lingling and Roy.

Roy, on the other hand, would hold Pandora tightly, refusing to let it leave his side.

Meanwhile, he kept pondering—should he let Lingling eat the nun, or should he just stab the nun with his sword…?

Ah~!

What a warm and loving family, right?

Under the bright sunshine, on the grassy field, the nun smiled as she watched the children laughing and playing. She planned to leave the Lamb House for a while to discuss a good price with the CP members for her children.

The nun's time was running out, and soon, her story with the children would come to an end.

As for Roy—he was a little "evil" at times. Aside from his cunning ways and his future interactions with the female characters, well, he was actually quite a good person.

The children? He would save as many as he could. As for Lingling? He couldn't save her. She was for the long loaf to handle. Just kidding.

Soon, Roy's story with Ash would begin, earning his first fortune and starting the true theme of the story—love and the sharp sword. (So no, it's not all about romance.)

Lastly, a quick mention: the protagonist doesn't have a super-memory ability, so while the story's direction remains intact, the details sometimes require a second thought—those little moments from the animation, for example.

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