It was a foggy afternoon in Loguetown as the sea breeze whistled through its alleys.
A week has passed since Sakura began his robot production.
*ring* *ring*
The bell above the doors rang rhythmically announcing the arrival of a customer.
"Welcome. Oh, an interesting customer."
A white-haired man stepped through the door, jacket billowing—dragging behind him was a massive seastone baton, ready to be drawn at a moment's notice.
As it was in the original works, lines of mist raised from the double tobacco in his mouth; blatantly displaying his Cancer Breathing, First Form: Addiction.
"Is this the place Masterson told? About a mysterious place where you can go to another world."
Smokers initially hadn't believed Daddy Masterson's words before he left the marine to be a bounty hunter. But to give him a face, Smoker visited Startend Internet Cafe.
"Ah, you came here after Daddy's recommendation. Then sit anywhere and read the instructions page, it'll tell you everything you need to know," Sakura continued fidgeting with the robot's body as he told Smoker the Startend Internet Cafe's basics.
Next to Sakura was an uncolored robot that contained all of Sakura's fetishes.
A body that wasn't too plump or too slim. A chest of average size which further highlighted the perfectly portioned waists and the ample abdomen—finally comes the robots' plumpy thighs.
Study says that: men want to die crushed between women's thighs.
Sakura tried justifying his action—inventing a saying the studies may have never said.
"A robot? Is it something like a Pacifista?" Smoker looked at the robot resembling a human.
In that instance, it reminded him of human weapons Pacifista.
"Pacifist? It is. This robot is being made to get me to slack off-… serves humans. I don't have any intention of putting weapons inside it, oh Ralts, holds the arm a little bit,"
Shooting a glance at Smoker's jitte, Sakura chose his words carefully. Any slip in explanation could label this cafe a threat after all.
The body was about 90% done. Albeit it didn't satisfy all of his Sakura's sexual preferences due to his lack of skill, it just needed to work.
Of course, just making the body wasn't the end of it.
Sakura needed to install the body with a self-thinking brain; in short, Artificial Intelligence. After that were the joints connecting bones to mimic humans's flexibility.
Both Sakura could do—He was already nurturing an AI based on his Ralts' personality, and He was aware of the basic structures of anatomy, and Monster Alloy could compromise the lack of his knowledge.
Smoker noted what Sakura said and headed to the computer next to Roja's place. For this reason? The Carol & Daddy duo were too noisy.
"Papa! Papa! Pass me the ball, I will show you the coolest dunk ever!"
"Sure my cutest daughter. Show the world how amazing you are."
Even if Daddy Masterson was his former, he couldn't tolerate such noise.
Smoker observed a few customers playing their game. For example, the noisy two-parent-daughter duo were playing Basketball.
Although their age was greatly apart, the system's assistance allowed them to play on the same high school basketball team.
Smoker couldn't understand what sort of game it was, but even he could understand is the objective of the game was to put the ball inside the basket—hence, its name.
The customer next to him, Roja was the same. He needed to put the ball inside the goal as his opponent attempted to stop him.
'The customer must be inside the screen. Then, what Masterson said must've contained a truth in it,' Smoker contemplated.
Just in time, Roja was about to score a goal. The balls soared high up in the sky.
Smoker couldn't help but have his eyes stuck on the screen. The 'soccer' intrigued his curiosity.
Two enemies were just behind Roja, and he trapped the ball, causing it to float mid-air.
One of the defenders from behind, intended to push the ball away from Roja's reach with his body, but in futile.
Without looking behind—his gaze stuck on the goal—rotating on the spot, he clawed the ball with his feet away from the defender.
Then another one came sliding on his way, but he lifted the ball lightly with his other feet.
Displaying his extraordinary physical ability, Roja moved like a predator, seizing the moment to strike.
"Here," Roja muttered as the ball floated at a perfect height and smashed it with all his might.
At that very moment, crimson-red lightning streaked across the air shaking it with pressure, spreading like a cobweb from the contact of his feet—and outside the game, his body.
"Shit. Ralts, could you block Conqueror's Haki with your ability?" Reacting to this quicker than anyone, Sakura quickly released the robot's arm and threw Ralts toward Roja.
"Ralts!"
Shouting, Ralts extended her arms forward creating a sphere barrier keeping the Conqueror's Haki from leaking out.
Running to the source of Conqueror's Haki, Sakura captured the Supreme King Haki's code.
Not long after, Roja stopped subconsciously releasing Conqueror's Haki any longer and celebrated with his teammate.
"Damn this guy, being so happy without knowing the trouble he is causing!"
Sakura said, praising Ralts for her deeds, and tweaked the coding of Monstorio Revol ForceField Keyboard so that it'd block the Conqueror's Haki as well.
This time, as Sakura only 'excluded' Conqueror's Haki from the pre-existing code, the keyboard didn't explode like Sakura in the past.
"You…" Smoker called out to the shop owner staring intently.
"Sakura Sonata. What is it, dear customer?"
"Explain it to me. What was that," Smoker ordered in lieutenant's tone.
"Ah. It's nothing too complicated. When this guy concentrates too much, he unconsciously releases Conqueror's Haki which gives us trouble because I can't really blame him for immersing too much."
"Conqueror's Haki!? I've heard of its existence from Old Man Zephyr so this is it..."
Smoker placed his hand on his weapon. Someone with Conqueror's Haki usually meant someone who had already committed a crime with his, or someone who would commit crimes in the future—as long as law were in the way of their overwhelming ambitions.
In short, they're a trouble that cannot be bounded by rules.
"Hey, stop that. Okay?" Sakura placed his hand on the hand that was holding jitte—smiling indifferently.
"We forbid fighting inside the cafe."
In no way Sakura was stronger than Smoker, but he needed to take action no matter how unwilling he was. Otherwise, his Internet Cafe would turn into pure chaos in the future.
Trash-talking someone was something he allowed, but he shouldn't tolerate violence inside the store.
Thankfully, Smoker gave up as he released his hand.
"My bad. I've lost my composure. What is the man of that caliber doing here?"
"I don't know what you're talking about. When he first arrived, he was just an ordinary thug newbie who was about to commit his first crime."
"What! So you're telling me he gained Conqueror's Haki through that 'game'? That board wasn't a falsehood?" Smoker said surprised.
Naturally, Smoker was pointing at the advertisement board outside.
[Discover Your Hidden Power! First two hours free—Conqueror's Haki, just one play away!]
"Obviously. I've never lied in my life," Sakura said, lying as naturally as breathing.
In truth, he didn't know if playing Blue Lock gave Roja a Conqueror's Haki, or if he merely discovered his hidden potential.
Listening, Smoker stared at the computer intently and paid 2,000 berries.
"I will use the computer for four hours,"
"Thank you for your patronage~"
Sakura accepted the 2,000 berries and returned to the counter—resuming modifying the robot.
At that moment, a notification has rung.
[Congratlations! You have completed a hidden mission.]
[Hidden Quest]
Complete Condition: Have one of your customers complete the first stage of Super Smash Bros. Universe!
Rewards: A random mini-game, unlocks streaming feature, a random skill.
[Handing out the rewards.]
[Congratulations! You have obtained the license for Fruit Ninja. Fruit Ninja will be placed in PlayGround.]
[You have an unlocked streaming feature: Allowing you and your customer to broadcast all over the world.]
[You have been given: Ambrosynthia.]
[Ambrosynthia.]
A divine culinary talent that eclipses every chef across the past 7,727 years.
God Tongue - The main attribute that separates one from the other—capable of dissecting any dish with a single taste, from the origin of ingredients to the precise technique used in preparation.
The possessed of Ambrosynthia talents is said to be able to recreate—and surpass the food of gods; Ambrosia. Yet, no one existed to possess such culinary talent.
So how do we know?
'Isn't this Shokugeki? The future world recreated the Nakiri family's tongue?'