"Whoosh~~"
Another Chakra Arm extended from Ron's body and punched Prometheus and Napoleon once each. Both Homies let out muffled grunts.
"Where's my fish?" Ron asked irritably.
"Sumimasen, Lord Ron..." Prometheus said, aggrieved. "It got burned... so I threw it into the sea..."
He was telling the truth. Destruction really was his specialty, but grilling fish? How was he supposed to control the heat?
One burst of flame had turned the fish straight into charcoal.
Napoleon huddled off to the side, feeling even more wronged.
Grilling the fish was clearly Prometheus's job. He burned it, so why did I get hit too?
My job was just to be a cutting tool! I didn't do anything!
"Thump~~" The Chakra Arm landed on Prometheus again.
"You deserve a beating just like that black cloud!" Ron said through gritted teeth.
This mission had been an absolute disaster.
He would definitely make Linlin compensate him with another Devil Fruit afterward. No, two.
"Sumimasen, Lord Ron," Napoleon ventured. "Now that you've hit Prometheus... you can't hit me again, okay?"
"Thump." The moment he finished speaking, the Chakra Arm punched him.
"Did I say you could talk?" Ron said, then swung the Chakra Arm into Linlin's head as well. The blow was neither heavy nor light.
There was nothing else to it. He was simply pissed off. Right now, even a passing dog would get kicked if Ron spotted it.
Linlin's eyes were closed. She still had not fully recovered from being soaked in seawater, and she merely grunted twice at the punch.
Half a day later. On a certain island.
In an inconspicuous corner of the coast, a shabby little boat lay quietly beached on the gravel shore.
There were three people aboard.
Two men wore plain clothes, their faces roughened by years of