I Could Crush It with One Finger!

Allen couldn't squeeze out a single word for the longest time.

Yamato stood with her hands on her hips and urged, "Go on, weren't you such a smooth talker? You could talk the dead back to life, so why aren't you saying anything now? Cat got your tongue?"

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

At that, Yamato's face instantly darkened, though she still suppressed her fury and pressed on, "Very good. Then tell me, just where did this nickname 'Wangcai' come from?"

After thinking for a moment, Allen answered, "I never thought those World Government bastards would go that far. They actually gave you a nickname like guard dog."

"Though wolves and dogs aren't all that different in some ways, they still shouldn't have told the whole world that you're a guard dog, right? Don't you think?"

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

That only added fuel to the fire. Yamato roared, "You stinking man, go die!"

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

Inside the cabin, Nana was lying on her bed when the thunderous sound of Yamato slamming the door startled her.

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

Yamato roared from inside, "Go ask that hateful bastard!"

Nana could tell that she was furious. Left with no other choice, she turned around and went to find Allen.

The moment she stepped onto the deck, she saw Allen lying on the ground. She hurried over and cried, "Ah, Brother Allen, are you okay?!"

Hearing Nana's voice, Allen 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? Your nose is bleeding!"

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

Allen hesitantly recounted what had happened.

After hearing it, Nana also felt that Brother Allen had gone too far. She couldn't help thinking, Big Sister Yamato hit him well. What girl could put up with a nickname like that? Even a few more punches wouldn't be too much.

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

Allen understood, but he was afraid Yamato was still fuming and wouldn't want to see him.

Still, under Nana's urging, he gathered his courage and said, "All right, I'll go!"

However, just as he had expected, Allen got the cold shoulder. Yamato couldn't even be bothered to acknowledge him.

Time quietly passed, and night fell. Stars glittered across the sea.

While Yamato slept soundly, Allen carefully slipped into her bed.

In the 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 the unpleasant incident had never happened.

Several days later, in a town in East Blue, the Bustling street was packed with activity.

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 about to run out. As the Head Chef, Nana naturally took on the important task of going out to restock.

And Allen, a walking Mobile warehouse, was indispensable. After all, someone had to carry all those ingredients.

As for Yamato, she had always been lively by nature. How could she stand being cooped up? Naturally, she eagerly came along.

When they reached the entrance of a Weapon shop, Yamato suddenly paused, then lifted her foot to continue walking.

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

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

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

when he suddenly realized that Hancock had kicked Yamato's Wolf-tooth club to pieces. He had promised to find her a better one, yet had forgotten all about it for one reason or another.

No wonder Yamato hadn't brought out her Wolf-tooth club when she fought Garp one-on-one.

Yamato shot Allen a glare. "Why did you stop talking?"

Allen immediately felt awkward. A fawning grin like a Second dog's appeared on his face as he chuckled 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. Not a single one was any good!"

Allen was puzzled. "The quality of your previous Wolf-tooth club was only so-so. Every weapon in my Kamui Space is a famous blade. Which one isn't better than that?"

Yamato impatiently waved her hand. "Go on, get lost. What the hell do you know?"

"Those weapons of yours are all light as feathers and have no feel to them at all. They're only suitable for pretty boys like you."

Allen rolled his eyes. "Why are you making personal attacks now?"

"You want a heavier weapon, right?"

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

The corners of Allen's mouth lifted as he said with complete confidence, "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 tossed the sword toward the top of Yamato's head.

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

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

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

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

Watching Yamato's confident expression, Allen merely gave a meaningful smile.

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

But in an instant, something unexpected happened. Yamato was shocked to discover that the strength of her two fingers couldn't stop the Heavenly Demise Sword from falling.

Yet to preserve her so-called "pride," she didn't grab it with both hands. Instead, she swiftly covered her fingers in Armament Haki, trying to strengthen them enough to halt the divine sword.

However, she had ultimately overestimated herself.

The divine sword came crashing down with unstoppable force, plunging straight into the ground. The powerful impact smashed Yamato flat onto the earth with a dull, resounding bang.