Amina Runs Amok Among the Pirate Crew

The luxurious ship sailed steadily across the boundless sea for an entire day.

The sea breeze drifted gently, and the waves softly lapped against the hull. The surface of the sea was utterly calm.

On the deck, Nico Robin sat peacefully in a wicker chair, quietly turning the pages of a book. The surrounding sea breeze stirred her hair, creating a leisurely and tranquil atmosphere.

Suddenly, she seemed to sense something. She abruptly raised her head and stared sharply toward the distant horizon.

She immediately called out, "Charlos, come out here!"

Hearing her voice from inside the cabin, Charlos casually rolled up his sleeves and hurried outside.

"What is it?"

Robin raised her hand and pointed toward the distant sea. "Look over there."

Charlos followed the direction she indicated, picked up the telescope beside him, and held it to his eye, carefully surveying the area.

Through the lenses, three black silhouettes of ships faintly emerged, rapidly approaching them.

He lowered the telescope, his gaze darkening slightly.

"There are three ships."

"Are they warships?"

"They don't really look like it."

Charlos turned toward Amina beside him and ordered, "Amina, go take a look."

Hearing this, Amina immediately removed the apron she was wearing and casually set it aside, then raised her hands and patted the thick flour clinging to them.

The dust instantly billowed up, scattering through the air.

Charlos coughed helplessly twice. "Cough, cough."

Amira spoke blandly. "Be gentler. You've gotten flour everywhere."

Before she had even finished speaking, black wings spread open behind Amina. With a flap, she leaped into the air and flew straight toward the distant sea.

The flour swept through the air, choking Charlos and Rukia beside him. Both of them frowned repeatedly and could not help crying out.

"Ah!"

Seeing this, Amira immediately spread her white wings and gently flapped them, fanning away all the flour floating through the air and clearing the deck.

Nico Robin looked at Charlos, whose face was covered in white flour and who looked utterly disheveled, and could not help laughing softly.

"Haha, what a mess."

Charlos raised his hand and wiped the flour from his face, his expression full of helplessness.

"Hey, fan it the other way. You blew it all into our faces."

Rukia rubbed her eyes and cried out, "Ow! Ah, my eyes hurt."

"What is it? What happened?" Charlos immediately reached out and grabbed the hand she was rubbing her eyes with. "Did flour get in your eyes, and you rubbed them?"

Rukia nodded.

"Hey, come on, come on. I'll take you to clean them."

Charlos took Rukia's hand and turned to walk into the cabin.

Nearby, Amira looked at the flour scattered through the air and instinctively raised her hand, wanting to touch it.

Nico Robin calmly reminded her from the side, "You're not thinking of learning from Rukia, are you?"

Amira's hand abruptly stopped in midair. Then she slowly withdrew it and lowered her hand away from the flour beside her.

"Of course not."

Nico Robin turned her head toward the sky, looking at Amina, who had already flown rapidly toward the three unidentified ships. Her eyes dimmed slightly as she said softly, "I hope she stays safe."

High in the sky, Amina flapped her black wings and slowly swept toward the three unfamiliar ships.

The masts of the three ships rose high into the air, each bearing a pirate flag with a different skull design. They snapped loudly in the sea breeze. With a single glance, Amina had already figured out their identities.

At the same time, the lookout aboard one of the main ships spotted the figure in the sky first and hurriedly shouted toward the cabin.

"Captain! There's a little brat flying in the sky!"

"What did you say?"

A man with a parrot perched on his head strode out of the cabin. He was the captain of this pirate crew. With an arrogant expression, he ordered coldly, "Give me the telescope."

The pirate beside him immediately handed over the telescope. The captain raised it and looked into the distance. After clearly seeing the petite figure in the sky, he let out a mocking laugh.

"She really is just a brat, and she can even fly."

Greed flashed through his eyes, and he barked an order. "Make sure you capture her!"

The surrounding pirates answered in unison, "Yes, Captain!"

Every word of their conversation was caught by Amina's Observation Haki.

Suspended in midair, the girl's lips curled into a sly smile, and she gave a soft snort.

She did not hesitate any longer. She dove straight toward the lead pirate ship. "Here, have some cannonballs."

In an instant, black Armament Haki covered Amina's entire body. She became like a black shooting star suddenly plummeting from the sky and slammed viciously into the pirate ship's deck!

Boom!

A thunderous explosion rang out. The wooden deck was instantly smashed open, sending splinters flying as smoke and dust billowed.

Several pirates in the cabin below were startled. They abruptly turned to look, their faces filled with bewilderment.

"Huh? How did a little brat fall down here?"

Everyone hurriedly looked up at the massive hole overhead, still shaken.

The instant she landed, Amina unleashed both Armament Haki and Observation Haki. Her figure moved in a flash.

She kicked out fiercely, directly sending a nearby pirate flying. At the same time, she seized the weapon in his hand and launched a clean counterattack. Her moves were crisp and sharp, without the slightest hesitation.

In only a moment, every pirate who had rushed over was beaten to the ground. One after another, they were thrown through the hole in the deck.

Hearing the commotion, the pirate captain with the parrot on his head charged over with his men, his face twisted viciously as he roared.

"Quick! Get in there! Capture that brat!"

Amina remained calm. She turned and rushed to the cannon beside the ship's railing, snatched up the torch beside it, and cleanly lit the cannon fuse.

Boom!

The heavy cannonball shot from the barrel, howling through the air before precisely smashing into another pirate ship beside them.

The sudden bombardment made the entire ship shudder violently. Its hull instantly erupted into chaos.

On the other ship, the pirate captain with a long saber scar across his face flew into a rage. He threw back his head and roared.

"Hey! You bastard with the parrot on your head! What are you doing?!"

"What do you mean by firing at our ship?! Do you want a fight or not?!"

A pirate hurriedly explained to the scarred captain.

"No! An unfamiliar guy broke into our ship!"

As soon as he finished speaking, another cannonball thundered out and slammed into the scarred captain's large ship.

The scarred captain was consumed by fury. He shouted, "You're still firing at me? Men, fire back!"

Hearing this, the captain of the parrot pirate ship turned toward the scarred captain on the opposite ship and abruptly drew the blade at his waist.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing? I already told you that person isn't one of ours!"

The scarred captain did not believe him at all and shouted furiously.

"You're still trying to fool me? Fire!"

The two pirate ships instantly turned their cannons toward each other and opened fire. Cannon blasts thundered as smoke spread across the sea.

Meanwhile, inside the parrot pirate ship's cabin, Amina watched the two ships battling one another outside, a smile rising at the corners of her mouth.

The two large ships bombarded each other with their cannons. Cannonballs kept striking their hulls, sending splinters and fragments flying through the air.

Seizing the opportunity created by the chaos, Amina spread her black wings, flew out of the pirate ship, and left at full speed.

Above the sea, the scarred captain and the parrot captain stared at each other from across the smoke.

"You're provoking me!"

"You attacked me first! I'll make you pay!"

Without another word, the two men drew their blades and charged at each other, launching into a fierce battle.

The pirates from both ships also clashed together, the deafening sounds of weapons striking echoing across the sea.

Amina circled high above, looking down at the battlefield that had dissolved into chaos. Then her gaze shifted toward the last remaining pirate ship.

That ship floated quietly on the sea. There was not the slightest sound from it, as if no one were aboard.

Amina furrowed her brows slightly and muttered, "That's strange. Those two ships have already turned into this mess, yet there hasn't been the slightest reaction from it."