Eat My Claywork: Falling Clay!

On the undulating sea surface.

Bartholomew Bear stood alone in his small sampan.

Even with three large Marines warships lined up neatly before him.

Bartholomew Bear's resolute face showed no hint of fear.

On the Marines warships.

King Bekley continued to roar.

"Marines! Kill him quickly!"

King Bekley pointed ferociously at the small sampan on the sea below and bellowed.

"I am the King of the Sorbeth Kingdom!"

King Bekley's sharp shouts drifted to Bear's ears on the sea breeze.

"King Bekley..."

Bear lowered his head slightly, the brim of his greyish-white felt hat obscuring his eyes, casting a shadow across his face.

"You dare to come back!"

The Marines on the warships couldn't hear the "Tyrant's" murmur.

But King Bekley's constant urging forced them to act.

Every cannon on the three large warships, their dark muzzles aimed at the single-person boat on the sea below.

King Bekley looked down at Bartholomew Bear and heavily waved his right hand towards the sea.

"Fire—"

Bang bang—

The muzzles of the cannons spat out scorching flames.

Accompanied by a loud roar.

Round, black cannonballs bombarded Bartholomew Bear.

A dense net of black cannonballs formed an impenetrable bombing net in mid-air.

Facing the consecutive bombardments from the three large warships.

Bear looked up, a faint trace of pity flashing across his face.

The next moment.

Bear raised his right hand, revealing a full, bear-paw-like pad.

Just as the black cannonballs were about to hit him, Bear swung his right hand and lightly patted the cannonballs in front of him.

The cannonballs, which should have exploded on contact, felt like they hit a super bouncy net upon touching Bear's palm pad.

Boop—

With a strange sound.

Bear directly bounced all the cannonballs that had reached him back.

The cannonballs flew back towards the rear at several times their original speed.

And their targets were clear—the three Marines warships that had just fired them!

"Cannonballs! The cannonballs are flying back!"

"Their speed is so fast! Faster than normal cannon fire!"

"Dodge! Dodge!"

Panicked shouts erupted from the three Marines warships.

Even when they came to the Sorbeth Kingdom.

The Marines had already received considerable intelligence about the "Tyrant" from King Bekley.

For this reason, the Marines branch base had specifically dispatched three large warships.

Three warships against one Tyrant.

The advantage was ours!

But at this moment.

The people on the warships could never have imagined.

That the warships' proud giant cannons would be completely ineffective against the Tyrant!

Just as the bounced-back cannonballs were about to crash into the Marines warships.

Chaos ensued on the Marines warships.

Many Marines chose to jump overboard to escape.

And King Bekley, who had been so arrogant moments before, was now terrified and fell clumsily onto the warship's deck.

He didn't want to flee, but his legs had gone soft with fear!

Just then.

A heaven-shattering dragon's roar, capable of splitting clouds and cracking stone, suddenly erupted from the sky.

This was the--

Dragon's Roar

infused with Death Blink!

"Roar--"

The terrifying dragon's roar, carrying a powerful Explosion Wind, descended from the sky at a savage speed.

The colorless soundwave formed a transparent protective wall in front of the three Marine warships, invisible to the naked eye.

Boom! Boom! Boom!--

The returning cannonballs directly collided with the Explosion Wind barrier formed by the Dragon's Roar.

They detonated mid-air before they could even reach the warships.

Brilliant flames illuminated the faces of everyone on the three Marine warships, yet not a single person was harmed.

The Marines on the three warships had weak abilities and couldn't tell who had suddenly intervened to save their lives.

However, Bear looked directly up at the sky.

"Are there other enemies?!"

Upon clearly seeing the silhouette of the legendary creature flying in the sky, Bear's eyes, hidden behind his spectacles, instantly contracted.

"A Dragon?"

On the head of the Blue-Eyes White Dragon.

Storm slowly stood up.

He held both hands out to the rear and leaped forward.

Leap of Faith!

Kid and Killer, who were still lying on the dragon's back, were immediately shocked.

"Hey! You! Me! Him! Why did he just jump down?!"

"Jumping from this high, and into the sea below, he'll die, right?"

"What about this Dragon? What about us?"

"Kid! Look down quickly! It's an angel..."

Kid and Killer were in a state of chaotic confusion for a moment, like headless flies.

When they looked down again, they found that the situation had changed once more.

Storm was falling towards the vast sea, in freefall.

And at this moment, white clay erupted from his back, instantly forming a pair of pure white, crystal-clear wings.

Storm stretched his white wings to their fullest, soaring nimbly through the sky like a bird.

In less than a moment.

Storm arrived between the Marine warships and the single-person sampan.

"An angel?"

Bear noticed the pair of pure white wings behind the stranger who had suddenly appeared.

As a priest by profession, he subconsciously associated it with the mythical creatures recorded in the Bible.

But Bear quickly dismissed this conjecture.

"No, it must be a Devil Fruit User!"

Having participated in the Revolutionary Army and being knowledgeable, Bear made a clear judgment about Storm's ability.

However, the senile and tyrannical King Bekley lacked such discernment.

Seeing a "birdman" descend from the sky, King Bekley truly believed an angel had arrived.

He scrambled across the deck, reaching the ship's railing, and pleaded to the sky.

"Angel! Great Lord Angel! Quickly kill that Tyrant!"

Although it was a plea for help, King Bekley's tone was imperious.

"You."

Storm turned his head and glanced at King Bekley.

"So noisy!"

Claywork: Falling Clay!

The space above King Bekley's head suddenly rippled with a strange fluctuation.

Balls of white clay began to fall from this spatial anomaly like fluid.

King Bekley was drenched from head to toe in the clay, turning him into a clay figure.

He couldn't move, couldn't retreat, and couldn't even open his mouth. All he could do was roll his eyeballs.

The Marines on the warships saw King Bekley controlled by the clay and immediately realized the visitors were hostile.

"King Bekley is under attack!"

"Prepare weapons and equipment quickly!"

"It's an enemy!"

Storm frowned, looking at the Marines invited by King Bekley.

Based on his experience.

These three large warships were not the high-class vessels that ordinary branch bases could equip.

Where would branch bases in the Four Seas need such large warships?

So these warships were likely from a G Series Branch...

The Marines on the warships might also be "elite Marines" trained at a G Series Branch in the Grand Line.

Storm didn't intend to go too far with these "colleagues."

"Everyone, quiet down together!"

Claywork: Falling Clay!

Above the three warships, spatial ripples like folds appeared simultaneously.

An endless stream of white clay descended from the void, hanging in the air like a super waterfall connecting heaven and earth.

Under the onslaught of Claywork: Falling Clay, the three steel warships were coated in a layer of white "clay liquid."

And the Marines moving on the warships were transformed into "clay statues" under this clay baptism.

In just one exchange.

The three large Marine warships were dealt with by Storm on the spot!

This ability isn't bad!

[Name: Claywork: Falling Clay]
[Stars: ★★★★★]
[Effect: Teleports a large amount of clay to a designated spatial area within line of sight and attaches it to enemies]
[Comment: Eat my Falling Justice!]

This five-star ability was a new one Storm obtained by wishing with the Big Trophy of a Devil Fruit User with the Teleport-Teleport Fruit ability.

Tested today, the effect was outstanding.

Bartholomew Bear saw the suddenly appearing "angel" directly control the three warships.

He immediately realized this "angel" might not be an enemy.

At least.

This "angel" was not allied with King Bekley and the Marines!

This discovery eased Bear's mood somewhat.

If not necessary, he didn't want to fight, nor did he want to take lives...

After dealing with the three warships, Storm finally looked at Bear.

"Tyrant·Bear?"

"I am," Bear responded calmly, his vigilance rising internally.

"Who are you?"

"Vongola·Storm."

Storm flapped the wings behind him and flew like lightning to Bear's front, getting straight to the point with his invitation.

"I saw your news in the papers.

"Bear, want to set sail with me and become a Pirate?"

"No!"

Bear refused the stranger's invitation without hesitation.

Although he had resigned himself when he went out to meet the warships.

Once he had defeated all the attacking Marines, he would surely become a "criminal" with a bounty on his head.

In other words.

A Pirate.

But now, Bear hadn't even had a chance to make a move.

The Marines' warships were easily dealt with by Storm alone.

Regardless of whether it was intentional or not, Big Bear was very grateful for Storm's "help."

But now, he didn't have to bear the responsibility of "destroying warships," so naturally, he didn't need to become a pirate!

What's more, Bonnie was waiting for him at home...

"Oh, what a shame."

Storm said this, but there was no hint of regret on his face.

He also knew that he couldn't recruit subordinates with mere words.

He was the worst at talking...

Since that was the case.

Snap!

Storm snapped his fingers.

The clay covering the three warships vanished without a trace.

The Marines' warships were restored to their fully armed state.

"Please, begin your performance."

Storm flashed a brilliant smile.

"Tyrant."

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