The Eighth Private Car (Bonus Chapter for Tips)

Yamato's wounds rapidly wriggled shut. Bracing herself on the ground with one elbow, she shakily stood up again.

Before she could prepare her next move, a crimson beam of light tore through the air toward her.

It was a light cannon wrapped in Haki and Electromagnetic Force, so scorching that even the air warped faintly from the heat.

"[Mirror Mountain]"

Yamato instinctively gathered frost and Haki before her, condensing them into a thick suit of ice armor.

The beam slammed into the ice armor, annihilating the solid ice layer by layer before dispersing on its own just before the armor completely shattered.

Before she could catch her breath, the second light cannon had already arrived.

The third and fourth followed close behind.

Lucas simply stood where he was, raising his arm and firing deliberately restrained electromagnetic cannons again and again. Like a turret set to a program, he gave Yamato no room to dodge.

Yamato could only keep stacking Haki and ice armor before herself, taking the attacks head-on again and again.

Her stamina and Haki reserves were plummeting at a terrifying rate.

She wanted to fight back, wanted to break this damned situation where she could only take hits, but the light cannons were too fast and too dense. Like a net woven from speed, they nailed her firmly in place.

In her agitation, she failed to notice that the temperature around her was rapidly dropping, while her Haki was quietly rising under the repeated strain.

The seven years in the Time Spirit Room had given Yamato the physical strength and life experience that naturally came with age, but her Haki and Devil Fruit development had barely progressed at all.

It was not because she lacked talent. That was simply how the rules worked.

No one could push their