I Can Crush It with One Finger!

Allen was at a loss for words for quite a while.

Yamato planted her hands on her hips and pressed him, "Go on. Weren't you good at talking? You can talk the dead into being alive, so why aren't you saying anything now? Have you gone mute?"

Seeing this, Allen stopped making pointless excuses and frankly admitted, "Fine. Wangcai means guard dog."

Yamato's face instantly darkened, but she still forcibly suppressed her anger and demanded, "Very well. Then tell me, exactly how did I get the title 'Wangcai'?"

Allen pondered for a moment before answering, "I never thought those World Government bastards would go this far and actually give you a title like guard dog."

"Although wolves and dogs aren't all that different in some ways, they can't just tell the whole world that you're a guard dog, right?"

Allen was completely unaware that Yamato's face had already turned black as the bottom of a pot. He even lightly bumped her with his shoulder and asked again.

That action was undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire. Yamato roared, "Stinky man, go die!"

Before her words had even faded, a heavy punch struck Allen's face like lightning. Caught off guard, he was sent tumbling backward and crashed heavily onto the deck, unable to get up for a while.

Inside the cabin, Nana was lying on her bed when Yamato's loud door slam startled her.

She hurriedly got up, went to Yamato's door, and softly asked, "Big Sister Yamato, what happened?"

Yamato roared from inside, "Go ask that detestable fellow!"

Noticing how furious she was, Nana could only helplessly turn around and look for Allen.

The moment she reached the deck, she saw Allen lying on the ground. She hurried over and cried out, "Ah, Brother Allen, are you all right?"

Hearing Nana's voice, Allen hurriedly forced himself to his feet and waved his hand. "I'm fine, I'm fine!"

But Nana anxiously said, "You're still saying you're fine? You have a nosebleed!"

As she spoke, she quickly took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the blood on his nose. Then she asked, "What exactly happened? Big Sister Yamato seems really angry."

Allen hesitantly recounted everything that had happened.

After hearing it, Nana also felt that Brother Allen had gone too far. She could not help thinking, Big Sister Yamato did well. What girl could stand a title like that? Even if she punched him a few more times, it would not be too much.

"Brother Allen, hurry up and go comfort Big Sister Yamato!"

Allen understood, but he was afraid Yamato was still furious and unwilling to pay attention to him.

Yet under Nana's persuasion, he still gathered his courage and said, "All right, I'll go!"

However, just as he had expected, Allen was rebuffed. Yamato could not even be bothered to acknowledge him.

Time quietly passed, and night fell as stars scattered across the sea surface.

While Yamato slept, Allen carefully slipped into her bed.

In that quiet night, an invisible force seemed to stir between them. After a bout of intimacy, the anger in Yamato's heart miraculously faded away, as though that unpleasant incident had never happened.

Several days later, in a town in the East Blue, the bustling street was exceptionally lively.

Allen and Yamato followed behind Nana, forming a harmonious scene.

The ingredients in the Kamui Space and aboard the Poetry and the Distant Sea were nearly depleted. As the Head Chef, Nana naturally bore the important responsibility of going out to purchase supplies.

And Allen, who was like a mobile warehouse, was naturally indispensable. After all, someone had to carry so many ingredients.

As for Yamato, she was naturally active, so how could she endure staying alone? Naturally, she eagerly tagged along.

When they reached the entrance of a weapon shop, Yamato's steps suddenly paused before she prepared to move on.

Allen keenly caught that slight strange behavior. He quickly stepped forward, gently took Yamato's hand, and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

Yamato frowned slightly. "I want to buy a handy weapon, but the weapons in this small shop probably aren't worth looking at."

Allen was just about to say, "Don't you have..."

But he suddenly remembered that Hancock had kicked Yamato's wolf-tooth club to pieces. He had promised to find her a better one, yet had forgotten about it for various reasons.

No wonder Yamato had not taken out her wolf-tooth club when she fought Garp one-on-one earlier.

Yamato rolled her eyes at Allen. "Why did you stop talking?"

Allen immediately felt awkward. A fawning smile like Second dog's appeared on his face as he grinned at Yamato. "Baby, I'll go into the Kamui Space right now and find you a better weapon."

Yamato looked utterly disgusted. She shoved Allen a few times and said, "I already looked through that pile of scrap metal. There isn't a single useful one!"

Allen was puzzled. "The quality of your previous wolf-tooth club was only average. Every blade in my Kamui Space is a famous sword. Which one isn't better than it?"

After hearing that, Yamato impatiently waved her hand. "Go, go, get lost. What the hell do you know?"

"Your weapons are all so light and flimsy. They have no feel at all. They're only suitable for pretty boys like you."

Allen could not help rolling his eyes. "Why are you making a personal attack now?"

"You want a heavier weapon, right?"

Yamato crossed her arms and proudly said, "That's right. Do you have one?"

The corners of Allen's lips curled up as he confidently said, "I do. Catch it!"

With that, the Heavenly Demise Sword appeared out of thin air in Allen's hand. He lightly flicked his wrist and gently tossed the sword toward Yamato's head.

Yamato's face was full of disdain. She extended her left hand, actually intending to catch the Heavenly Demise Sword with two fingers.

Seeing this, Allen hurriedly warned, "I advise you to use both hands, or you'll definitely embarrass yourself."

Nana, standing nearby, also worriedly said, "That's right, Sister. This is too dangerous!"

But Yamato merely snorted. "This little toy? I can crush it with one finger!"

Seeing Yamato's confidence, Allen merely revealed a meaningful smile.

The Heavenly Demise Sword fell like a meteor. When it reached her chest, Yamato extended two fingers and firmly caught the blade.

But in an instant, something unexpected happened. Yamato discovered in shock that the strength of her two fingers was completely unable to stop the Heavenly Demise Sword's descent.

Yet in order to maintain her so-called "dignity," she did not use both hands to grab it. Instead, she swiftly coated her fingers in Armament Haki, attempting to strengthen them enough to stop the divine sword.

However, she had ultimately overestimated herself.

The divine sword descended with unstoppable force and plunged straight into the ground. The powerful impact slammed Yamato to the ground with a dull, resounding bang.