"No... you're newcomers who just entered this sea route.
Have you met my people?"
The gray-haired, horse-eared girl turned around.
A palm-length wound marked her waist, its fresh red glaring.
Though she had forcibly closed it and stopped the bleeding with her powerful muscles, had it gone even a fraction deeper, the outcome would already have been decided.
"Before you, I'd never met another member of the Mink Tribe.
But rare as your people are, they aren't entirely undocumented..."
The man holding Sandai Kitetsu slowly turned around.
He hadn't expected the "lightning resistance" he had trained
to prove useful so soon.
Beneath his black haori, faint smoke slowly rose from his scorched casual clothes.
Tiny snakes of electricity still danced across the fabric.
Even with his constitution, he felt his nerves going numb throughout his body, his muscles twitching uncontrollably.
Inwardly, he could only smile bitterly in silence.
The Mink Tribe's innate gift-the current generated by the friction of their fur-was actually several times more violent than natural lightning.
Did anything in this world make sense anymore?
Knowing his opponent was a Mink, he had naturally guarded against electrical attacks.
But a fighting style that blended lightning into punches and kicks wasn't something he could easily dodge.
"Sorry, you're too dangerous."
Anyone else would probably have been kicked into the wall by this blindingly fast girl before the sensation of pain even reached their brain.
So he had to keep her occupied-no, subdue this horse-eared girl.
He drew a deep breath.
Behind him, his black haori billowed without wind, rising with a rustle.
The long blade in his hand tilted slightly, reflecting the cold moonlight into the girl's eyes.
At the same time, his gaze suddenly sharpened like an unsheathed blade.
Overbearing, ferocious, imperious Conqueror's Haki erupted, like a formless,