Chapter 64: Fishman Street
If Ryugu Palace was the pinnacle of Fishman Island—a paradise of sprawling coral reefs, shimmering shells, and grand palatial halls where sunlight and clouds painted an almost dreamlike scene—then Fishman Street was its shadowed reflection.
A place where orphans and the destitute gathered, where hunger and resentment festered. Darkness, poverty, conflict—these were the unchanging themes of Fishman Street.
"Hah! Tom, you became a pirate too?!"
A sneering Fishman thug jeered at Tom the moment he returned. Hadn't he once boasted about earning the respect of humans through his own skills?
And now? Now, he was nothing more than a dog for human pirates!
"Hey! I won't let you insult Tom-senpai like that! You bunch of losers! You only know how to act tough against your own kind!"
A small red Fishman, no older than seven or eight, stepped forward, glaring fiercely at the thug. Despite his size, his fighting ability far surpassed that of the older Fishman.
"Fisher Tiger, you orphan—who gave you the right to speak?! Get lost!"
The thug, bolstered by the presence of seven or eight companions, no longer feared the child who had humiliated him in a previous fight.
Brook, overhearing the name, turned his attention to the red Fishman. Fisher Tiger? The same Fisher Tiger who would one day scale the Red Line with his bare hands and free countless slaves?
Even at eight years old, he already stood over two meters tall—almost as tall as Brook himself. With such a physique and presence, he was clearly a Fishman of extraordinary talent.