"You? The gentlest, most peace-loving man in the Navy!??"
The muscles in Perospero's face instantly stiffened, and the smile he had forced onto his face froze solid. Inside, ten thousand curses were already stampeding through his mind!
Why do I think that?! Why the fuck else would I think that?!
Before the Paramount War, which bastard sent those two monstrous "Calamities" under his command
to chase down Mama's Sweet Commanders like rabid dogs and beat them within an inch of their lives?!
Those unbearable memories flashed through his mind.
That arrogant, conceited Enel, wreathed in lightning, and the taciturn Bartholomew Kuma, who possessed the terrifying power to repel anything!
Charlotte Cracker's army of Biscuit Soldiers had been reduced to charcoal in swaths beneath the raging lightning.
Cracker himself had been struck by bolt after bolt until he was charred outside and tender inside, nearly becoming "Sweet Commander: Charcoal-Grilled Flavor" on the spot!
Of course, the sneakiest of them all had been "Tyrant" Kuma. He hadn't said a word the entire time, firing a "Pad Cannon" with every slap.
Smoothie's Squeeze-Squeeze Fruit powers had been beaten so badly by the utterly unreasonable Paw-Paw Fruit that she'd started questioning her entire existence!
If Perospero hadn't thought fast and urgently called back Katakuri, their last hope, from his business trip to save the day...
Ha. Their Three Sweet Commanders would probably have needed to rename themselves the "Two and a Half Sweet Commanders"!
Still, even with Katakuri using his "Future Sight" cheat, and all three of them fighting for their lives,
they had only barely managed to hold their own against that "Thunder God" and "Tyrant" duo.
In the end, their opponents had casually departed, one in a burst of lightning, the other by teleporting, waving goodbye without leaving so much as a