One Piece: With Sign-in System

Ron arrived at the Sabaody Archipelago.

"Is it here...?" He murmured as he walked up to a bar with a sign that read "Shakky's Rip-Off Bar," his military-green trench coat billowing as his hands rested in its pockets.

Pushing open the door, a light bell chimed, catching the attention of the woman at the bar.

"Oh my, we've got a handsome little guest here." Shakky, cigarette in hand, set down her newspaper and looked at Ron with a curious smile. "Here for a drink? Or looking for some... information?"

"Any kind of information?" Ron replied with a grin. "Including how to get to Raftel (Laugh Tale)?"

"For the right price, sure."

Shakky blew out a stream of smoke, chuckling, "As long as you can afford it."

"Never mind then, I'm not interested in that."

Ron took a seat at the bar and looked over the bottles behind her. "Is there a local specialty from the Sabaody Archipelago?"

"Of course. Sabaody is known for its fine liquor, especially the famous 'Sabaody Wine,' one of the most popular across the Grand Line."

Shakky reached behind her, pulling out a bottle and setting it before him. "But it's a bit pricey—200,000 Berries for this one."

"No problem."

Ron pulled out a hefty pouch and set it on the bar.

Shakky took the pouch and peered inside, seeing stacks of gold coins worth well over 200,000 Berries.

Ron poured himself a glass from the bottle and took a sip. The bubbles in this drink were far more effervescent than what he'd had before, and the aroma was incredibly rich.

"Now, this is good wine."

Taking a sip, the taste lingered on his tongue.

Shakky leaned on the bar, holding her cigarette and resting her chin on her hand. "Surprising that such a young guy would have such a refined taste. You and my husband would probably get along."

"You mean Silvers Rayleigh, the Dark King?"

Ron asked, glancing up as he poured another glass.

"Is he around today?"

Shakky's eyebrows raised in slight surprise before her eyes narrowed a bit.

"So, you're not just here for a drink, huh?"

Ron looked at his glass, still bubbling with Sabaody Wine. "Don't worry; I don't mean any harm. I'm just passing through Sabaody and happened to hear the legend that the Dark King Rayleigh was here. I thought it'd be interesting to meet him."

He lifted his glass, smiling at Shakky. "Consider the extra money I paid as payment for that information."

Shakky looked at him with a hint of surprise, then straightened up, exhaling a plume of smoke.

"Before I answer, mind telling me your name?"

"I'm Ron."

The name stirred something in her memory, but nothing specific came to mind.

It wasn't surprising. Ron's name had only briefly made waves three years ago. He'd only made a single noteworthy appearance in the sea, and after that, he'd never stirred up any major event. There was no photograph either.

Even the sharpest information brokers couldn't link this mysterious youth before her to the 11-year-old Marines trainee who had once made headlines.

She let the thought go and returned her attention to him. "Rayleigh's at the casino today. He might be back by evening, or maybe not for a few days."

Ron nodded and replied, "Then I'll wait until the evening."

"You got any more of this wine?"

…

Ron was in luck.

That evening, Rayleigh returned with a bag slung over his shoulder and a bottle in hand, taking a swig as he entered the bar.

"Shakky! Look how much I won today!" Rayleigh said proudly, placing the bag on the counter.

Shakky glanced over, unimpressed. "Doesn't matter. You'll lose it all again in a couple of days."

Rayleigh, with his long, silver hair, rugged beard, scar running down his right eye, and glasses, laughed heartily at her comment.

"Haha, you're probably right."

As he laughed, Ron rose from his seat at the counter, drawing Rayleigh's attention.

"Oh? Got company?" Rayleigh asked.

"He's here to see you," Shakky said.

"Me?" Rayleigh looked back at Ron, an amused grin forming on his face. "What is it? Come to admire the Dark King?"

"Not exactly, Rayleigh," Ron replied. In a flash, he moved across several meters, standing right before Rayleigh.

Shakky's eyes narrowed slightly, and even the drunken Rayleigh's gaze sharpened.

Hands still in his trench coat pockets, Ron lifted his sharp eyes to meet Rayleigh's calm, yet powerful, gaze. "I'm here to challenge you."

"To challenge me?"

Rayleigh paused, then laughed heartily. "It's been a long time since I've heard that."

His glasses glinted as he took in the black-haired youth before him, his gaze focused.

In that instant, Ron felt an immense, overwhelming presence radiate from the older man. It was like standing beneath a mountain.

It wasn't Conqueror's Haki—just pure, powerful intimidation from a seasoned warrior.

Ron's eyes narrowed, a flicker of red flashing within them.

In a heartbeat, his black hair rippled as an equally intense aura emanated from him.

Their energies clashed, creating waves that reverberated through the bar.

Rayleigh's eyes flickered with surprise.

"Both of you, cut it out!" Shakky's irritated voice broke through the tension. "If you want to fight, do it outside. Don't wreck my bar!"

Both men withdrew their energies almost simultaneously. The intense atmosphere in the bar returned to calm stillness.

"Follow me," Rayleigh said, studying Ron intently before stepping out of the bar.

Ron glanced around, noting that some bottles and glasses had been knocked over by the clash, with a few even shattered.

He scratched his head, then walked over to the bar and placed another heavy pouch of gold coins on the counter, smiling apologetically at Shakky.

"Sorry about that. Consider this compensation."

Shakky looked at him with a hint of surprise and appreciation.

Just as she opened her mouth to respond, Ron had already turned and followed Rayleigh out of the bar.

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