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When holding three or five Usaguchi Hideyo on a boat, all the kids in the world would feel like someone big. The morning sunlight was soft in both color and temperature, as Shanks dragged along Buggy, who had just recovered from a severe illness and now had a more ferocious look in his eyes, walking through this unfamiliar small town from low to high, and then from high to low, until the clock struck and they remembered what they needed to do, turned around, walked briskly, and didn't forget to buy two hot dogs with unique local ingredients (goat cheese, pickles, orange mustard, and lobster meat) from a street vendor who had just set up the stall. The two o'clock bell's responsibility was to wake up the residents from their siesta, thus loud and monotonous, announcing pleasant days. They zigzagged through the hot air, the sound of the bell, and the sleepy crowds, wandering through the streets and alleys until they finally arrived at the top of the island, where the only vivre card shop within a hundred miles was located.
After the desired object that aged in long waiting finally came into hand, the superior blue sky had already been stained with the red of a thousand underwater volcanoes erupting, and the clouds were exact like thick smoke or steam circulating on the water's surface, covering everything in a hazy veil. The scent of the cliff at dusk was similar to that of the newly-lit Saboady Park, and was filled with exhilaration the style of last night's Oro Jackson's lookout tower. With some change in his pocket, Shanks looked down at the small town, measuring the houses with the trembling piece of paper in his hand, his thoughts light and carefree, drifting to the day he and his companions rode the sulfur into the sky. Little did he know that in the eyes of the youth behind him, he looked just as fragile as a piece of paper, written all over with someone's name, and was also blown by the wind, as if he would suddenly fly into the scalding sky of clouds and fire in the next second.