Grand Line, a certain island.
Lava shells crashed to the ground, exploding one after another and blanketing the area.
A scream rang through the sky.
"Yee-haw! Sakazuki, don't push me too far!"
Ivankov was covered in grime, blood at the corner of his mouth and clothes in tatters. His two 36E breasts bounced as he danced ballet to dodge the pursuit behind him.
His delicate features were full of panic.
"Okama King, you won't escape today!"
A hysterical voice came from behind. A vast wave of magma swallowed everything in its path, and Sakazuki emerged from within it, a savage face visible as he surged toward Ivankov like a lava demon.
Half a month ago, he'd learned that the Okama King had appeared on the Grand Line. He'd ignored Kong's orders and left Marineford, pursuing his target ever since.
It had already been half a month.
But the perverted freak was too slippery. The moment he caught sight of Sakazuki, he ran. Otherwise, Sakazuki would have reduced him to ashes long ago.
"Damn you, Sakazuki!"
Ivankov couldn't help cursing. He'd been having a great time on the Grand Line, until this guy suddenly showed up and clung to him like a mad dog.
This was a lot of pressure!
He'd tested their strength more than once. He couldn't win!
So he'd chosen to run at the first opportunity. Who could've guessed that he'd still be running half a month later?
He'd been eating poorly and sleeping badly this whole time. He was positively haggard!
"There's no point chasing me! My BOSS told me to do it. If you've got the guts, go after him! What's the point of picking on me?"
Ivankov spun through the air, then landed gracefully and kept running, not forgetting to look back and yell at