Chapter 4 THE ONEPIECE IS REAL!? (last part)

After some moments of contemplation, miss Wednesday said:

"All right jimmy, I can see you your conviction and thirst for knowledge. I've decided From now on we will have classes every day in the evening instead of weekly classes, and I am going to start giving you some homework and books to study."

While planning to start adequately educating jimmy, Wednesday noticed Jimmy's rather weak and lanky-looking body.

{never mind, I forgot that he is only 2 years old because of hall tall he is.}

While Wednesday was thinking to herself jimmy noticed Wednesday's intense gaze at his body, sending a shiver down his spine.

I hope that I am overthinking, but the signs are not looking that good. First the blush and now checking my body out. Sigh... I just hope that I am mistaken.

"Actually for being Armstrong and an oni, you look kinda feeble. Also, I just remembered you mentioned that you were interested in learning martial arts and shooting, so from now on you will have P.E. classes with one the best experts in town, as long as your parents are not in town."

While I was happy to learn shooting, and swordsmanship, if possible. The last part of what she said kinda bothered me.

"If you don't mind me asking aunty why only when my parents are not around? I've also noticed you are hesitant to teach me when my parents are at home even though they've arranged for you as my tutor. "

As I said this I noticed a guilty and hesitant reaction from my aunt.

"Firstly, jimmy how many times have I told you not to call me aunt? Sigh... all right you won. From now on you are allowed to call me aunt except when there are strangers around."

As I was trying to make V sign as a gesture of victory, I was greatly disturbed hearing aunts next words.

"On another note, I would like you to keep what I am going to tell you now a secret, at least for a short while. The reason that I haven't taught you anything important was an arrangement and request by your grandfather and parents. As for a reason... I don't have any. I know you are a smart one, so you could ask them yourself whenever you think it appropriate"

What? Grandpa? I never knew he existed, and why would they do that? From the time that I've spent with my parents, it appeared that they wanted the bests for me, and they seemed pretty genuine about their love for me as well. Never mind that, I am more curious about the grandpa.

"Aunt who is grandpa?"

Shaking her head Wednesday said:

"Yours, you nitwit. You can ask me more about your grandpa in tomorrow's class."

Jerking her head and glancing at her pocket watch. Wednesday slightly raised her voice:

"We've already wasted enough time. EDWARD! "

I don't know when, but half a second after aunty shouted, a figure with a head full of purple hair, and a lighter shade of dark skin appeared in my line of sight as if he could teleport.

Scaring me so much that I started to fall on my back, but halfway through my fall I noticed a burly dark hand supporting my back before I registered what has happened. Seeing that Edward was no longer in my line of sight I turned my head back seeing Edward's well-built body holding me up.

Thus confirming my doubts that he poses an ability akin to teleportation or something similar. Adding him as a 2nd candidate to the list of known ability or magic users after our butler Mr. Sebastian.

Miss Wednesday struggling to hide her smile and amusement, said:

"Ok. Introduction is necessary, but let us cut it short for now. Jimmy this is the expert and your to-be tutor that I was talking about, Mr. Edward. He is the vice-head of Louis Armstrong trading firm and chief sheriff of Prosopon town."

Looking at the burly figure, aunty said:

"Mr. Edward as you may already know this is Ava's kid, jimmy. He is pretty enthusiastic about fighting and martial arts. So could you arrange some time to give him some daily lessons on self-defense and a fighting style that you deem suitable?"

Hearing Wednesday's request, Edward glanced at me and gave me a stern and questioning look. After my best try at putting up a brave front and a few hellish minutes, Edward just silently nodded. Standing there like a statue not emitting any noise even when breathing and moving.

Putting up a smile, Wednesday then said:

"Great. I appreciate your willingness to help Mr. Edward."

I just realized the specific way that aunty was talking to my soon-to-be instructor. Showing a manner of respect, several times greater than the way she usually communicates with my parents.

"Alright gentlemen if you will excuse me, I have a shipyard to run"

Winking at me, I noticed she has done a 180 in my treatment. Making me feel closer to her and gradually washing away my previous pent-up grievances with her.

......

On the way out of the office of the main building, I tried to start a small talk with my new instructor:

"UMM... master Edward, when will we start with the training?"

Looking at me with a stern and scary gaze, which seemed like Edwards's normal resting face. He said:

"Just Edward is fine. After all, you are young master's son, and the training can be started right now."

Speaking like a drill sergeant as if it's an order. Made me feel kind of nervous and uncertain about my future training with Edward. Remembering all the stuff that I've heard about military instructors, Edward was a spitting image of that.

"Yes, master... Edward."

As I was in my thoughts I heard a rather intriguing noise, coming from serge... Edward's pockets.

Purururu, purururu

Seeing what Edward pilled out of his pocket gave me such a big surprise, washing away all of my previous thoughts and uncertainty.

Bringing out a strange-looking snail close to his ears, which gave me a sense of Déjà vu, I heard:

Katcha...

"I see... tell him that I will be there shortly."

Turning back to look at me. Edward then said:

"Jimmy something unexpected just came up. So I will be rather busy for the next few days. Don't worry my promise of training you still stand. I will look for you as soon as I'm done with the upcoming urgent matters."

Saying the last sentence. Edward disappeared from my line of sight without me noticing.

However, I didn't, or rather I couldn't dwindle too much on his magical way of movement. As seeing that strange snail occupied all of my thoughts.

......

The orange-gold stretches far and wide. Looking at the youthful figure deeply in thought, and sitting on the edge of a huge looking window, you wouldn't think there are raised voices coming from outside the closed doors, echoing through the mansion.

Before I noticed I was already in my room. Looking out toward the sunset. I saw a funny-looking seagull with a white navy cap, a red coin purse, and a stack of what seemed like newspapers on its side, resting on the roof of our attic.

Reminding of some unbelievable memory and wanting to confirm the suspicions that have been eating away at me, I jumped to the roof. Noticing me approaching it, the seagull pointed at his coin purse which baffled me.

I threw a coin toward its purse which caused it to make an unpleasant expression. Flying up the funny-looking seagull threw a newspaper in the same manner that I threw the coin.

Ignoring the seagulls antique. Without paying much attention to the surroundings, the noises that I have been hearing for a while, and the grinning seagull, I sat on the edge of the rooftop.

Using my limited knowledge to read simple words and the alphabet, I took a look at the front page. What I saw at that moment shook me to my core.

Jumping out of my sitting spot unconsciously, I yelled:

"What???? Gold roger has just been executed???"

"Unfathomable treasures!!!"

"A huge upheaval and the great age of pirates!?"

"THE ONEPIECE!!!???"

Going through a myriad of emotions, while falling from the second floor of Armstrong's mansion. You could see a serious, excited, and melancholic look plastered all over this giant kid's face as if he was a philosopher going through the secrets of creation. Seemingly unbothered by the fact that he is falling from a rather tall building with bird dung stuck all over his head and face.

Is it true?

Is one piece real?

Am I truly here?

Is Schrödinger observer effect a fact?

Or have I been reduced to a one or two-dimensional being?

Unbeknownst to jimmy going through a 1001 question in his head, you could hear a roar of unprecedented might coming from the house accompanied by a huge oni jumping from the house's 2nd floor.