Chương 5: Part two - Johnny and Yosaku 1/4

On the outskirts of a small village, a tall, green-haired guy stopped. A light, yellow jacket with cropped sleeves was unbuttoned to reveal a trained body. Thin baggy dark-colored pants, black, with thick soles and rounded toes, boots. On the guy's left ear, three pendant earrings in the form of golden drops swayed, and his closed left eye crossed a whitish scar. However, what immediately attracted attention were three swords attached to a wide green belt - haramaki. Moreover, one of the swords was noticeably different from its two, it should be noted, rather simple brothers. With a white hilt, nested in an artfully crafted and again, white scabbard. And it was on the white hilt that the guy's palm lay, and with his outstretched fingers he held his other two swords.

- City at last, - Zoro sighed.

Wasted no time, he rushed to the nearest building with a promising sign for him. On a wooden plate, slightly swaying in the wind, the unknown master depicted a mug full of foaming beer and a pile of fried meat emanating from the steam on a plate. The guy's stomach rumbled loudly, because of which he involuntarily quickened his pace.

The bar's double doors swung open with a slight creak, letting Zoro in.

Behind the bar, an elderly man with a gorilla-like face was arranging bottles of booze on a shelf. Behind the same counter, only on the other side, sat two young men, and on their belts flaunted impressive-looking swords. One of them, whom the swordsman immediately dubbed "punk" to himself, wore a long light raincoat with torn sleeves and struck the world with a red Mohawk on his head, sat half-turned to the front door. And although his eyes were not visible due to the stylish black glasses, Zoro had no doubt that he was glancing sideways towards the table occupied by a small company. And it is quite understandable why: there was an individual sitting there, immediately attracting attention to himself. Tall, with disproportionately long legs and arms, an incredibly thin waist and equally incredibly swaying pectoral muscles and shoulders. There are many people in the world who cannot stop in time and this "Frankenstein" is clearly one of them. He rocked his muscles so hard that now his shoulders were above his head, giving him a frankly idiotic look. In addition, apart from a very nasty face, his forehead crossed out a scar, as if someone had once opened his skull, and under the unbuttoned jacket he could see a white-striped T-shirt that created the illusion of bandages. Hence "Frankenstein".

It took Zoro a few seconds to inspect the bar's interior and assess the situation.

There were obvious bounty hunters at the counter. Accordingly, given their interest, a bounty was almost certainly assigned to the head of "Frankenstein". And, proceeding from the fact that the guys so far only sat and looked sideways, not trying to take any action, they did not have firm confidence in their ability to receive the award assigned for him. Assessing their strength, the swordsman immediately came to the conclusion that they were accustomed to hunt for "thousanders", and "Frankenstein", again, judging by his strength, it is likely included in the category of "millionaires". In other words, the guys were used to receiving rewards in the thousands, and for the head of "Frankenstein" they gave at least a million belly. So the hunters could not make up their minds: either to take a risk, or "miss"?

However, it was not in Zoro's plans to give them extra time to think.

- Is there a reward for your head? - He asked without any preamble, going up to the table with a merry company.

Before answering, flushed from the booze, "Frankenstein", in one sitting drained a decent-sized mug, and then burst out with a thunderous belch.

- I don't know who you are, - he began, banging his mug on the table, - but I advise you to get away. For me they give five million, and if you want to live, then it is better not to anger me.

- Five million? - With a slight doubt in his voice, Zoro asked him.

He wouldn't give two for him, but here as many as five? It was hard to believe.

- What surprised, huh ?! - the drunken bandit burst out laughing, looking around his people, inviting them to join his fun.

However, no one supported him. More sober subordinates of "Frankenstein" have long been shaking with fear and drenched in a cold sweat. Because, unlike their very screwy boss, they almost immediately noticed three swords on the belt of a swordsman who approached them, and then his green hair and a scar through his eye. All these characteristics did not bode well for them. With rumors, as they say, the earth is full. And the creepiest of them were about a one-eyed green-haired hunter with three swords.

- B-boss ... - one of the bandit's subordinates began in a trembling voice, but Zoro didn't let him finish.

The guy learned the most important thing: the rest of the little things didn't bother him. He slightly shifted his palm, placing it on the hilt of one of the simple swords. And in the next instant, it seemed for no apparent reason, "Frankenstein" toppled over onto its back, collapsing to the floor along with the chair. For a few seconds, nothing happened, and then a fountain of blood hit from the fallen man's chest. No one had the slightest doubt about his death.

- They don't give a reward for anyone else here? - Zoro inquired in a calm voice from the bandits half-dead from horror; his palm rested again on the hilt of the white sword.

Instead of answering, the already absolutely sober hangers-on of the dead "Frankenstein" rushed to the exit at once, almost knocking the door off its hinges.

After watching them go, Zoro turned to the owner of the bar and the hunters. In fact, they turned out to be even paler than the escaped bandits. And, judging by the tense postures, at any moment they are ready to follow their example ... in the sense, like the bandits, run away to hell.

- I beg your pardon, - the swordsman bowed his head slightly. - I've left a little mess here, - he said, addressing the owner of the bar, and then turned his gaze to the sitting hunters and added - And apparently I stole the prey from you.

- Y-yes, nothing, I-I'll c-clean up, - squeezed out the owner.

- W-we a-also are not of-offended , - the hunters swallowed in unison.

- No, that won't work, - Zoro shook his head. - I propose to do everything fairly. You are now taking this body and handing it over to the marines. If he did not lie, then they give five million for him. For the dead, they will give thirty percent less, but even so, a good amount will turn out. And if you pay the owner for the inconvenience and food that I will eat now, then we will be counted. Going?