Robin's words instantly reminded Garen of such hometown specialties that existed only in his memories as "bratty kids," "awful parents," and "the law protecting underage scum." He nearly couldn't resist unleashing a three-hit public-transit combo to uphold justice.
Robin couldn't understand Garen's inexplicable resistance. In her eyes, protecting children was simply the natural thing to do.
But since she had understood Garen's displeasure, Robin immediately changed her approach and began recounting Miss Goldenweek's story:
Miss Goldenweek was not actually a Devil Fruit user, but a gifted Sketch Artist.
With her superb painting skills, she could mix colors and create hues and patterns similar to hypnosis, capable of influencing people's emotions.
Because of this strange ability, Miss Goldenweek had been targeted by Baroque Works at a young age and forced to join the assassin organization. She had then been assigned as the partner of Mr. 3, the Wax-Wax Fruit user whose abilities complemented hers best.
With just a few words, Robin painted the image of an inspirational young girl trapped in a den of evil yet still holding onto her dream of painting.
And looking at Miss Goldenweek herself:
She was a little girl with braided pigtails, a little red cap, a simple summer shirt, and a sketching case slung over her shoulder.
She looked exactly like an elementary school student who had just gotten out of class. It really made it hard to lay a hand on her.
And when tested with the greatsword, her damage amplification was only 40%.
Garen nodded, then sighed helplessly.
"Why didn't you just say so earlier?"
"I won't kill a little girl who had no choice in the matter."
Robin and Bon Clay, both tense until then, let out sighs of relief.
"But."
Garen stroked his chin and added,
"A wayward girl was still