Momousagi's Den Den Mushi Porridge [2/3]

Noah was genuinely dumbfounded.

At that moment, the bald old man was holding the Den Den Mushi's head right up in front of him, less than twenty centimeters away.

A familiar, pleasing voice, as clear as a bubbling spring, came from its open mouth:

"Hello? Are you there? Soldier over there, are you from Marine Headquarters?"

"..."

Noah was silent for a long while before he finally spoke with a strange expression. "I'm here, Commodore."

"Huh?"

The Den Den Mushi froze for a moment, then its eyes flew wide open as it cried out, "Why is it you?!"

South Blue.

In some remote, unfamiliar stretch of sea, goose-feather snow swirled through the sky. A bitterly cold aura spread freely over the ocean, making the Marines standing watch on the warship's deck shiver.

"Why is it you?!"

Hearing the startled cry from the bow, many soldiers turned their heads in surprise. They saw Rear Admiral Gion, holding the Den Den Mushi, abruptly rise to her feet with her eyes wide open, her flushed face filled with delight.

Seemingly realizing her cry had been too loud, she turned and gave the soldiers an apologetic smile. Then she faced the receiver again and lowered her voice.

"Hello... why is it you?"

Though she had lowered her voice, she could not hide the girlish excitement in it.

"I'm surprised too, Commodore."

The voice from the other end sounded oddly punchable. "But it looks like you're even more surprised... Hey, don't make such a strange face. I saw every change in your expression through the Den Den Mushi just now. Tsk, this little thing really is wonderful..."

Damn Den Den Mushi. Momousagi wrinkled her nose, her teeth itching with frustration.

"I'm a rear admiral now," she said irritably. "What, it's only been a little