The Devil Fruit was a supernatural object that, barring a few exceptions, could make an ordinary person powerful in a short amount of time.
This also brought about an inevitable drawback: Devil Fruit users became overly reliant on their fruits' abilities, neglecting the various attributes tied to their own overall strength.
Perona was clearly one of the best examples of this group.
Her mastery of the Hollow-Hollow Fruit was extremely high, but her physical attributes were terrible.
Neither her physique nor her strength was anything to write home about.
If Maud wrote Perona's name in the notebook, the resulting gain would probably be like a tiny pebble falling into a lake and splashing up a fleeting little ripple—so little that it could hardly be less.
Lafitte had learned about Perona's abilities from Maud.
After experiencing them firsthand, however, he could only feel that Perona was truly wasting a priceless gift.
An ability like the Hollow-Hollow Fruit, with its one-hit-kill properties, could hardly be called anything but absurdly powerful.
Yet Perona had used it like this...
A hint of contempt involuntarily colored Lafitte's gaze as he looked at Perona's body.
Tap, tap...
He walked over to the luxurious bed, then raised his arm and used the sword hidden in his cane to point its tip at Perona's neck.
"Relying on terrain to fulfill the conditions of an ability is ultimately nothing more than a petty trick."
Lafitte spoke coldly to himself.
The sharp tip pressed directly against Perona's neck, drawing a few beads of blood.
In Lafitte's view, the Negativity Ghosts' attack speed was nothing special. They could be used for surprise attacks, but in a head-on battle, they were terribly lacking.
If she wanted to increase the ghosts' hit rate, what Perona should have trained was her close-combat ability and