This time, it was the advancement quest for [Erudite]. (continued)

Shadow.

Deputy captain of CP0's Fifth Squad.

A Paramecia-type Illusion-Illusion Fruit user who could create illusions at will!

"Saint Mjosgard, 'Fish Cart' is ready."

Shadow withdrew his palm from Fisher Tiger's forehead and spoke gravely to the Celestial Dragon.

"For the next five hours, he won't have any thought of resisting outside commands. Whatever you say, Fish Cart will obey."

"Hahaha! That's wonderful!"

Saint Mjosgard cheered happily, then suddenly issued an order.

"Fish Cart! Punch this Ghost twice! I've been sick of him for ages. He takes forever to do anything!"

With his mind befuddled, Fisher Tiger suddenly sprang up from the ground, raised his enormous webbed Fish-Man hand, and clenched it into a fist.

"Fish-Man Karate: Shark Tile Fist!"

The corner of Shadow's eye twitched beneath his white mask, but he chose not to dodge. Instead, he silently invoked Iron Body!

Bang!

Fisher Tiger's right fist slammed into Shadow's body, producing a boom like an exploding cannonball.

Another deep, bloodstained fist mark appeared on Shadow's white uniform, which was already covered in footprints.

Fisher Tiger threw another punch, turning the single fist mark on the CP0 agent's white uniform into two.

After doing all this, Fisher Tiger became still again.

Saint Mjosgard's order had been very clear: two punches.

After delivering those two punches, Fisher Tiger's task was complete.

Saint Mjosgard nodded in satisfaction. "Just what I'd expect from the Fish-Man slave I picked! The Fish-Man Race is so much fun! Come here and kneel!"

Fisher Tiger moved mechanically, dropping onto all fours and prostrating his muscular body before the Celestial Dragon in utter submission.

With his servants' assistance, Saint Mjosgard climbed onto Fisher Tiger's back and settled into the cushioned chair mounted there.

"Giddyup! Giddyup! Fish Cart, hurry up!"

Saint Mjosgard took a long, slender wooden mallet and