Ron was hardly surprised that Imu had guessed this much from such incomplete information.
After all, the old schemer had lived for eight hundred years, and her intuition was frighteningly sharp.
But that was as far as it went. Her guesses were still only guesses, with no definite answer.
Even if she had a definite answer, Ron would not have taken it too seriously.
If anyone ought to be afraid, it was her, not him.
Across this sea, Devil Fruits were rare, but their total numbers were far from small.
If he could convert every single one into power, that would be something truly worth worrying about for Imu.
"With all that guessing, aren't you afraid you won't sleep tonight?" The corners of Ron's mouth lifted slightly.
Imu's expression barely changed, her voice as flat as ever. "Put away that energy sphere above your head. If I meant you harm, I wouldn't be standing here talking to you."
He paused, then continued without waiting for Ron's response. "Ron, what I told you last time still stands. Will you reconsider?"
"Heh." Ron sneered. "Your words have lost all credibility."
"That's all right. I won't force you." Imu did feel some regret. Back on that island, if she had not impulsively believed she could kill Ron, there would at least have been a chance to ease the tension between them.
As they exchanged words, the Tailed Beast Bomb above Ron's head grew larger and larger.
The dark red energy sphere emitted a low hum, and even Imu felt a faint unease at the aura it gave off.
"Ron, if you want to leave, I won't stop you." Imu spoke again, his tone still flat. Forget stopping him-he could even escort him down. But he could not show it. Once Ron realized he