When Kid woke up again, it was already late at night.
The faint glow of the campfire lit his swollen forehead, and the pain made him suck in a sharp breath.
"What the hell is wrong with this damn island?"
His furious shout echoed through the forest, startling the night birds roosting in the trees into flight.
His men trembled, not daring to make a sound.
Just then, a lazy voice drifted down from above.
"Have you got any consideration for others? Making all that noise in the middle of the night-how's anyone supposed to sleep?"
Kid jerked his head up and saw a man with dead-fish eyes lying on a branch, yawning with an impatient look on his face.
"Even a small fry like you dares piss me off?" Kid rose in a fury, his mechanical arm clanking.
Of the two groups he had encountered earlier, one had been bizarre and the other beautiful. But this guy looked like the most ordinary passerby imaginable. Surely someone like him couldn't be strong too?
"Die!" Kid's mechanical arm suddenly swelled, whipping up a howling wind as he smashed it at the man in the tree.
Wood chips flew, and the thick branch snapped.
I got him! Kid felt a surge of delight.
But his delight barely lasted before he saw the dead-fish-eyed man on the ground scratching his head.
"Put some strength into it. You can't even throw a proper punch, and you have the nerve to call yourself a pirate?"
"Damn it!" Kid went completely berserk. Metal fragments converged from all directions, transforming both his arms into enormous mechanical limbs.
His attacks rained down like a storm.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The ground shook, and the trees groaned.
Ten minutes later, Kid dropped to his knees, panting like a bull.
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