The Search Begins

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As the morning light seeped through the cracks, Trafalgar Law gradually awakened, feeling a faint sense of rejuvenation. He had been completely oblivious to the world, succumbing to a deep slumber that stretched for a solid long hours...

The events of the previous day had taken a toll on him, compressed into only a span of twenty-four hours. From unleashing his awakened Devil Fruit powers to confront the Blackbeard Pirates, to performing intricate makeshift operations while simultaneously maintaining his 'Rooms', the mental strain had reached a breaking point. His mind and body had collectively decided to shut down, seeking respite from the mounting fatigue and confusion...

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Now, with his faculties replenished, Law knew that time was of the essence. He closed his eyes briefly, recollecting his thoughts and formulating a plan...

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The first priority, without a doubt, was to ascertain his current whereabouts. From the hazy memories from the night before, he recalled accompanying the Red Hair Pirates to their covert hideouts.

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The dark-haired man's eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room as he surveyed his surroundings. The soft snoring filled the air, evidence of some crew members still deep in sleep. He quietly rose from his sleeping spot and stealthily made his way outside...

Stepping into the open air, Law found himself in the midst of a large makeshift bunker, a temporary shelter that seemed to house a considerable number of individuals, easily accommodating a crew of 20 to 30 people. The rugged constructions hinted the needed secrecy and privacy.

His gaze shifted towards a nearby open tent, where a long table stood prominently. It appeared to be a gathering place, probably a hub for discussions and strategising.

Taking in the landscape, the Heart Pirate captain realised that their hiding spot was nestled amidst a thick forest, the towering trees acting as a protective shield. The only discernible path was a narrow walking track, carved through the dense foliage, serving as the sole connection between their hideout and the nearby town. It was a strategic location, providing a sense of seclusion and security for their pirate crew.

He heard the telltale sound of someone else stirring awake. With a drawn-out yawn, Hongo, one of the Red Hair Crew's executives, emerged from the bunker, greeting him..."Up so early, Doctor? Did you sleep well?"

Law replied in hushed tones with a small grin. "I haven't slept that soundly in years..."

Wasting no time on pleasantries, he cut to the chase, "Where's the round fellow? I need to check up on him."

Hongo immediately sobered up, then he motioned for Law to follow him towards the back area of the open tent. There, nestled within another small tent, Lucky Roux lay sound asleep.

The surgeon conducted a thorough examination, finding nothing out of ordinary. Satisfied with his assessment, he provided a few additional recommendations to the bigger guy.

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Then Law expressed his desire to explore the nearby town...

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He decided that finding a bookshop there was the easiest and safest way to find out where exactly was this location. It would grant him access to newspapers, magazines, maps and articles containing all the essential information he needed, as well as allow him to interact with the locals discreetly, so as not to raise any more suspicion from The Emperor's crew than it already had...

With more knowledge, he would be better-equipped to handle himself within the Red Hair Pirate circle..

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Hongo hesitated for a moment, contemplating the request, before finally giving in. He explained to the brunet the way to Raduno town, before making additional remarks, "The Chief and the others usually frequent The 'Social Club' Tavern. It's their preferred gathering spot on regular days. Once you're done exploring, please head there. It's the largest establishment in this small town, so you won't miss it, Doctor Law."

Trafalgar nodded, "Alright, I'll make my way there. See you later," before heading in the town direction...

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Somewhere in a far distance away...

Amidst the treacherous waters of the New World, a formidable Marine Grand Fleet set its course towards an enigmatic island... Vice Admirals stood steadfast, their presences shrouded in ominous silence... .

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Whispers of an impending calamity stirred in the air, as the world held its breath, unaware of the storm that was about to descend...

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