"Got them!"
Once Kureha was sure every throwing knife had hit its target, she got up and dusted herself off. Then she saw Arudo crash through a house, grab Pickle by the neck, and hoist him into the air.
Furious, Arudo shoved his huge face up to Pickle's and sprayed him with spittle. "Shoot me in the neck? Then tell me, where the hell is my neck?"
Terrified by Arudo's outburst, Pickle trembled all over. "N-no, sir! I didn't mean it like that!"
"Shut up!"
Arudo was too angry to listen. He gripped Pickle's neck and slammed him backward into the wall beside them.
Crack! Splat!
A sound like a watermelon bursting rang out. Pickle's struggling stopped at once, and his body went limp.
"Pah! You got off too easy!"
Arudo tossed the headless corpse aside, wiped the blood on his clothes, and turned to the family of three huddled nearby. He gave them what he thought was a kindly smile. "It's all right. You're safe now."
But with a headless corpse at his feet, his smile was hardly reassuring. And so...
"Hrk..."
The man who had been shot in the leg rolled his eyes back and fainted.
Kureha walked over, glanced at him, and said helplessly, "Would you believe me if I said he passed out from blood loss?"
Arudo: "..."
Inside Loa's quarters at the Royal Palace of the Drum Kingdom.
Jones shivered as he looked at the box on the table, made entirely of Seastone. He was shivering from the cold: gathered together, the ice crystals gave off a shocking chill. The room had been pleasantly warm before, but now it was colder than outside.
"Are you sure people can eat these things?" Zephyr coated his palm with Armament Haki and picked up an ice crystal. "Wouldn't