And they...
Could not escape. Even if she wanted to flee, she could not get away. Before this man, not only she, but even the young master would have no chance of escape.
Forcing down the fear that kept welling up inside her, Monet raised her head for the first time and met Kuta's azure eyes, as captivating as a starry sky.
She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but no words came out.
Shaking her head, she fixed her gaze on Kuta again, her eyes filled with a resolve to face death. Then her entire body gradually turned snow-white, starting with her skin.
The surrounding air froze in an instant, and snowflakes drifted from her body.
Utter madness surfaced in Monet's golden eyes. She opened her mouth wide, now filled with sharp teeth, threw back her head with a roar, and charged at Kuta.
She knew perfectly well that ordinary methods could not hurt this man. But she possessed the power of the Snow-Snow Fruit, which could briefly freeze the bodies of anyone she touched, leaving them unable to move.
As long as she could touch Kuta, she did not expect to defeat him. She only hoped to freeze him long enough to give herself a chance to escape.
Even though she knew that hope was slim.
But who would want to die if they could live?
Whether for the young master, the Donquixote Family, or her younger sister, she had to find a way to survive.
Yet however good her plan was, reality was often exceptionally cruel.
Kuta watched the charging monster of ice and snow without the slightest change in his eyes.
The Snow-Snow Fruit might be powerful against ordinary people, but its strength was very limited in the New World.
If someone had Haki and