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At this moment, back at the secret base, even Uvogin, unusually, didn't argue with Phinks. Instead, he began to think seriously.
He doesn't have any requirements for where he lives, so his house isn't small but it's not big either; it's just average overall.
However~~~
"If we're talking about a relatively large house..."
Uvogin suddenly realized something, and a smile crept across his face. "Then I actually do know of such a place."
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A fairly clean area in Meteor City, far from the garbage dumps.
The houses here are noticeably cleaner and larger than those in the garbage dump ruins.
As the saying goes, wherever there are people, there are grudges; and where there are grudges, there is the martial world...
In any case, there are corresponding social classes in Meteor City.
Clearly, the residents of Meteor City who live here are either people of a certain status, or...
It is an entity that is not to be trifled with.
This area is located in the houses on the very edge.
A young man of about fifteen or sixteen years old, with disheveled hair, a thin face, and droopy eyes, was washing his face with water.
"I reckon we'll have to move out of here soon."
He had a lazy demeanor and didn't seem to care much about his situation.
Anyway, he originally lived near the garbage dump ruins.
If it weren't for the chance encounter with a sick man carrying a knife while scavenging for trash...
The medicine he found was stolen by the other party, and he was also captured and brought into this room to clean the room and brew medicine for him.
If it weren't for the fact that the other person was already on their deathbed, they wouldn't care much about anything else.
Otherwise, given the cautious nature of the people of Meteor City, he would never have been brought here and had the opportunity to live here.
Later, the guy who brought him along, unsurprisingly, died of illness.
Aside from a knife and this house, he had nothing else.
"Not even a single hot meal was left..."
He muttered to himself as he tidied his disheveled hair.
"It's best to leave here sooner rather than later, otherwise if the other bastards find out and come looking for us, we might not be able to leave even if we wanted to..."
bang bang bang! ! !
He had barely finished speaking when he heard a loud knocking on the door.
"Um?!!"
The gaunt-faced man suddenly froze.
A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he casually grabbed the samurai sword left behind by the previous owner of the house.
But before he could even tuck the knife into his waistband and get into a fighting stance...
"Nobunaga? You're still alive?! We've come to see you!!"
Chapter 028 Your name is Mog, right? Welcome, welcome!
The familiar shouts coming from outside the door made the gaunt man lower his guard a little.
"You bastard, you're still alive, how could I possibly be dead?!"
Nobunaga Hatsuma said irritably, and resumed his slightly lazy demeanor as he went to open the door.
"Uvogin, you... huh?!!"
Before he could even utter a few sarcastic remarks to that idiot Wokin, he was stunned by the scene before him.
"Hey, you're still alive and well."
Uvogin casually gave him a brief explanation, then took the lead and squeezed into the room:
"See? I told you this house was big enough, didn't I?"
"It's quite big."
Phinks, who followed closely behind, looked him up and down, and nodded in satisfaction.
"It is indeed very suitable as our secret base."
Feitan, standing behind, muttered in a low voice, "There's enough space."
Machi didn't say anything. After entering, she looked around and nodded slightly with her calm little face.
This is to show one's approval.
"No, you guys..."
Nobunaga Khachama was somewhat bewildered by what he saw; he had thought it was just Uvogin inviting him over for a casual chat.
I didn't expect so many people to come this time.
"This is my first visit, so please accept this small gift as a token of my appreciation."
Before Nobunaga could say anything, a black coconut was handed to him.
"Um?!"
Nobunaga glanced over instinctively and saw Mog looking at him with a smile.
Nobunaga: "?"
who are you?
He knew both Uvogin and Machi, and Feitan and Phinks, this infamous duo, were also quite well-known among the kids of Meteor City.
Nobunaga was quite surprised by the arrival of these four people, but at least he knew them.
But this one is the only one~~~
and many more?
Suddenly, his nose twitched, his eyes still filled with doubt.
Then, he stared intently at the black coconut in front of him, his eyes gradually brightening.
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"Your name is Mog, right? Welcome, welcome!!"
"Ah, so you wanted to use this house as a secret base, is that it?!"
"Of course I have no problem with it, since this house was never mine to begin with."
"Using it as a secret base is certainly possible, but the main problem is that it might cause some trouble later..."
While wolfing down the fried rice inside the black coconut, Nobunaga explained the background of the house to the others.
At the same time, I also got to know Mog.
Well, he now has a very good impression of Mog, who casually brought out such a nice and delicious gift when he came to visit.
And that's how Mog met this future number one member of the Phantom Troupe.
Nobunaga Hachama, member of the Phantom Troupe, member number No. 1.
She is an Enhancement-type Devil Fruit user, but her arm strength ranks only ninth in the Phantom Troupe.
Growing up in Meteor City, she was one of the initial members of the Phantom Troupe and one of the seven senior members from its founding period.
A master of Iaijutsu (sword drawing technique), he is, like Uvogin, a fighter within the Phantom Troupe.
The two had similar personalities and were already close friends before the group was formed.
After joining the Phantom Troupe, he volunteered to serve as a suicide squad member, along with Uvogin, also known as a "sacrificial pawn."
They are the "meat shields" who must risk their lives to protect other members with important abilities when necessary.
When she first appeared in the original timeline, she was usually dressed as a disheveled Japanese samurai with her hair tied up in a high ponytail.
When she's relaxing, she'll wear casual clothes and let her hair down; she's the type who's cold on the outside but warm on the inside.
His face was thin, with a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks, droopy eyes, and a stubble beard...
Hmm, no wonder he's friends with Uvogin; they're birds of a feather.
Nobunaga at the moment was dressed as a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, at most with his hair down and looking lazy.
"If anyone comes looking for trouble, we'll kick them all out!!"
Uvogin, however, showed no fear, confidently waving his fists:
"With me, Uncle Ukrainian, here, let's see who dares to act recklessly here!!"
"Moreover, we have so many people here. Anyone who wants to cause trouble for us should think twice."
Once again, for their own benefit, Phinks refrained from attacking Uvogin.
Both of them were very satisfied with the spacious house.
"With more people around, of course no one will cause trouble..."
Nobunaga, while eating heartily, also raised a question that he considered quite problematic:
"But now there are so many people, food is one issue, and even if this house is a little bigger, it's still not enough for all of us..."
This is a very real problem, and the people of Meteor City certainly know that sticking together for warmth is a good way to defend against outsiders.
However, the main problem with this method is that the resources acquired after forming a group cannot be allocated reasonably.
In Meteor City, the so-called resources are mainly limited to food and lodging.
To give an example of all the people here, Uvogin is physically strong and eats a lot, while Machi eats less.
However, distribution cannot be calculated. Food cannot be distributed based on the amount of food consumed, even if someone who doesn't eat much wants to accumulate food.
There's also the issue of housing. Of course, it's not a problem for so many people to occupy such a spacious house.
However, such a house might be fine for one or two people, or two or three people living together.
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