Watching the Battle, All Three Sides at a Disadvantage

"So, all of this was Crocodile's conspiracy..."

In the Alabasta palace, Vivi's father, Cobra, despite his numerous injuries, patiently explained the situation to several Rebels. —Of course, once they saw the recently rescued king, the Rebels could easily guess the truth!

"We... made an irreparable mistake..."

Rebels fought for their own 'justice' and for their own country. In the end, they discovered their fervent patriotism was nothing but the despair of being used. —If before they could still cling to even the slightest hope that 'Princess Vivi might be lying,' now:

Several young leaders, slumped to the ground, looked utterly defeated, without even a move from the Royal Army. They had visibly lost their spirit, including their Chief of Staff, Eric, a man adorned with a pile of medals of unknown design.

"Regret is natural, and sadness is natural too."

The middle-aged King Cobra released the guards supporting him and stepped forward to face the Rebels had once tried to take his head.

"We have all lost a lot, but the real enemy is still unscathed!"

"Now is not the time to be discouraged! Stand up! Let us fight our common enemy and then support each other as we face the future!"

"King····"

"Your His Majesty the King!"

"You--"

Even amidst Crocodile's constant betrayals and the nation's internal and external turmoil, Nefertari Cobra still possessed a large following, a testament to his greatness as a ruler. Unfortunately:

Lacking sufficient strength, even against Crocodile of the Shichibukai, he could only...

"As people of Alabasta, you are all well aware of Crocodile's strength."

Desert God!

This is the name given to the Shichibukai by countless civilians who witnessed Crocodile's attack—and for ordinary people, this title is not an exaggeration at all. And now, everyone is facing just such a powerful enemy!

Thump!

"Mr. Roman, Your His Majesty the King."

The first Rebels leader to rouse himself Koza, knelt down and slammed his forehead against the stone slab, leaving a pool of blood.

"Please give us a chance to atone for our sins!"

Knock knock knock,

Other Rebels leaders also prostrated themselves, their foreheads slamming hard against the floor.

Please! X5

"I have no objection," Roman said, looking at the middle-aged man at the head of the table, Cobra. "Your His Majesty the King, what is your opinion?"

"····Can."

Alright, we have the 'cannon fodder' to consume Crocodile.

Facing a boss far stronger than themselves, Roman doesn't have any of that "must-fight" mentality. The wiser tactic is to use the others to weaken them first, and then bring out Luffy, their ace, at the end. Otherwise:

If Luffy can defeat bosses solo, what's the point of having his crew?

Shall we shout "666"?

Roman rubbed his temples, his furrowed brow prompting Vivi beside him to whisper a question.

"Roman, is there a problem on the other side?"

"Ah, no."

Roman waved his hand.

"No problem, it's just..."

"Woof woof woof~~~"

"Woof woof woof woof—!!"

Above Chopper's battlefield, the paper cranes carried this bizarre 'battle'. It made Roman start to wonder if he'd 'gone too far'?

He'd ruined a perfectly good Chopper...

On the battlefield, Chopper used his animal form's high-speed movement ability to dodge the attacks of Miss. Merry Christmas, a user of the 'Mole-Mole Fruit' who burrows underground, while using his "mouth cannon" to severely suppress the real "mouth cannon"—Mr. 4's weapon: a cannon named "Lassoo," which had eaten the 'Dog-Dog Fruit - Dachshund Form'.

The approximate translation is:

'You say you're a dog, but are you really a dog? Dogs are carbon-based life forms, but you clearly possess characteristics of silicon-based life forms...'

'I········'

'You say you're a gun, but are you really a gun? A gun is just a tool, but you can think, move, and even sneeze...'

'I······'

Who are you? Where do you come from? What is the meaning of your life...?

'I····'

"Gundog or dog gun, that is the question..."

'I'

Gun Dog is caught in three philosophical questions.

"Lassoo ~~, Lassoo ~~ what's wrong?"

Even the usually laid-back Mr. 4 got impatient when faced with his bewildered dog. But:

Without the ammunition supplier, Mr. 4 and Miss Merry Christmas's teamwork immediately suffered a fatal flaw! Normally, Miss Merry Christmas would burrow underground to drive away the enemy, the Gun Dog 'Lassoo' would supply the ammunition, and Mr. 4 would use his immense strength—capable of swinging a 4-ton baseball bat—to launch the cannonballs and injure the enemy! But now...

"Reindeer-powered human, don't run away!"

"I'm not a reindeer, I'm a human..." Chopper instinctively retorted, then snapped back to reality, "Sorry, it's just a habit..."

However, dragging this out isn't a solution. Once that dog realizes what's happening... well, then:

"Rumble Ball!"

Once I swallowed a golden pill, my fate was in my own hands, not in the hands of heaven!

Ahem Although it's also a golden sphere, the Rumble Ball is essentially a drug that can disrupt the transformation wavelengths of Zoan Devil Fruit, developed by Chopper himself. This allows him to take on several additional Zoan forms, such as:

"Jump Enhancement!"

Instantly transforming into his half-beast form, Chopper leaped into the air, dodging the claw attack of the underground Mole granny, Miss. Merry Christmas. He then pounced on the Dachshund gun-dog 'Lassoo' in mid-air. Before either of them could react, he reached out and wiped Rasu's nose, then shoved his head into a hole in the ground next to him!

I'm sorry.

Achoo—

Rumble!!!

After a series of sneezes, there was an earth-shaking explosion! And from the endless craters on the battlefield, Miss. Merry Christmas was suddenly blasted out.

"Sure enough, these pits are all connected."

A mere pinch of pepper was enough to knock the Dachshund gun-dog out of consciousness with a single 'self-destruct' attack, incidentally leaving Miss Merry Christmas covered in soot. While Mr. 4 possessed immense strength, his movement speed was remarkably slow...

The outcome is decided!

Snap,

In that moment of distraction, Chopper, who had transformed into his beastman form, felt a sudden tightening on his ankle, and a hurried sound came from below.

"Gotcha! You pig, you pig—"

Oh no...

"Ultimate Kill - Fire Star!"

Boom,

Although this move wasn't particularly powerful, anyone who could only take the hits without being able to retaliate would feel terrible. The woman codenamed Miss. Two Fingers, who originally had a striking blue afro, was now nearly driven to madness with her charred, smoking afro.

"Stop right there! I'm going to tear you apart!"

"Aaaaaah, who the hell would stop right there?!"

Usopp activated his dash, leaving Miss. Two-Fingers helplessly watching. Did this slingshot guy max out his escape skills?

"Ultimate Kill - Fire Star!"

Boom,

"Aaaaaah, I'm going to prick you up like a beehive!!"

"Ahhh, don't come any closer~~"

... That's right, that's exactly it.

The battle scene looked comical, but Roman, observing the battle through the paper cranes circling in the air, nodded in satisfaction.

Although Usopp's strategy of firing a shot, running away to create distance, firing another shot, and running away to create more distance is very cowardly, it must be said:

This is how you should play an ADC!

The essence of an ADC (Attack Damage Carry) lies in kiting and wearing down opponents. Someone wielding dual swords and playing melee has the nerve to call themselves a ranged class? —Do they really think that just throwing things around makes someone an archer?

It seems that Usopp and Chopper are still quite reliable.

"With subordinates who can run so fast, no wonder that captain in the straw Straw Hat had to cover the rear alone. Poor guy..."

"What did you say?!"

Usopp, who was running wildly, stopped in his tracks.

"I'm telling you, it's because of cowardly subordinates like you that that Straw Hat Kid died such a miserable death."

!

"Luffy isn't dead! And I'm not a coward either—"

?

My God!!! Usopp, what are you planning to do? Are you trying to play the hot-blooded style too? Dude, you're an ADC, just play defensively and deal damage from a distance...

"Why,"

Out of sight, out of mind, Roman shifted his attention to the third paper crane, and what he saw made his expression serious. Because:

"Hahaha, run! Run faster!"

"Clap clap clap clap!"

Facing Nami, who had disappeared around the corner of the corridor, the cowboy codenamed Mr. 10 grinned and fired four shots with his revolvers in quick succession. Wood chips and gunpowder smoke flew everywhere, but these four shots were aimed at the wall of the corridor!

Puff puff puff,

With four soft sounds, Nami, who was trying her best to dodge, still had several bloody scratches on her body as she tried to escape!

Magic Gun Technique - Deflecting Bullets

It was none other than the cowboy codenamed Mr. 10 behind them who cleverly used the collision between the bullets and the wall, seemingly shooting at the wall in a ridiculous manner. The four bullets he fired inexplicably deflected into the corridor on the left, successfully injuring Nami!

No, it should be said that all of this is:

Intentional.

"Hahaha, run faster, even faster!"

Miss Tuesday, wielding a massive longsword, passed Mr. 10, who was armed with dual pistols, and swung her sword down the corridor to the left.

Soft Blade - Waltz

The long sword, as tall as him, moved with the grace of flowing water and a gentle breeze. As the blade swirled, Vice Admiral easily deflected several pieces of flying white paper, which then embedded themselves in the corridor wall behind him.

"I advise you not to waste your energy,"

Miss Tuesday, dressed in a leather jacket and pants, wielded her long sword in circles. The circles, as supple as noodles, enveloped the two women, protecting them completely! Even when Nami relentlessly threw a pile of white paper as projectiles, they were easily deflected from a distance.

"Don't assume we're weak just because we're ranked low."

The two men chasing Nami into the ship's cabin were Mr. 10, a cowboy with dual pistols, and Miss Tuesday, a leather-clad woman with a long sword. In fact, if they hadn't been idly 'playing around,' Nami would likely have been captured long ago, given their combined strength.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh,"

Although the other party was just playing around, Nami's body was now covered in gunshot and sword wounds, and Roman's serious voice came from the paper crane on her shoulder.

'Wait for me to come—'

"Unnecessary."

?

"I can handle them!"

Roman, we're partners, not just someone's leg accessory—

"... Okay, you're small..."

The words of concern paused, then turned into words of determination.

"Kill them."

"Um."

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