One Piece: From Picking Up Red Hair's Broken Arm

Chapter 114 AAA Arm Wholesale Sister Luo
He recalled the assessment given by Brandon from the staff department when he attended the bounty-setting meeting at headquarters.

"...It's confirmed that this wolf is the pirate crew's hidden second strongest fighter!"

"One of Mr. Onigumo's lieutenants was badly wounded shortly after engaging the wolf in battle, nearly having his neck bitten off. According to his later recollection, the wolf acted quite casually during the fight, never using its full strength!"

At the time, Dalmesia listened with a cigar in his mouth, completely unimpressed.

It's just a wolfhound; how strong can it be if it goes all out?
He always believed that the only person worth taking seriously in the entire Fallen Pirates was Captain Shano.

And this time, I witnessed it with my own eyes...

Despite sending two major generals and several colonels to join forces, they were unable to contain the giant wolf, which wreaked havoc on the entire battlefield, throwing their formation into chaos.

Finally, he even managed to free up some time to help his comrades severely injure Bulmaia, buying the Fallen Pirates a lot of time to board the ship.

This level of skill may still be somewhat lacking compared to that of a veteran lieutenant general like him.

But he is definitely no less capable than a regular lieutenant general!

"...Also, Mr. Sakazuki."

Dalmesia added, "Besides those who have already been wanted, the Fallen Pirates also have previously unknown accomplices, who should also be quite strong."

"Are there hidden accomplices?"

Akainu frowned slightly.

"Yes, this person must have sneaked into the warship while we were landing and fighting. He tampered with the mast and sails. There were hundreds of marines on board, but none of them noticed."

"It wasn't until we hurriedly boarded the ship, preparing to chase the Fallen One, that the mast suddenly collapsed and the sails tore open in many places...that we realized something was wrong."

Akainu's gaze darkened further.

A mysterious hidden accomplice.

A crew far stronger than expected.

And that Xia Nuo...

"The Fallen Pirates really have a lot hidden away..."

Akainu spoke in a low, icy voice, "Let's head back to headquarters. Have the intelligence department intensify their investigation and make sure to find out the details of that hidden accomplice."

"Yes!" Dalmesia replied hastily.

Akainu turned his head and took one last look at the distant horizon, his eyes still filled with murderous intent.

"That day will come, kid... Next time we meet, I will personally send you and your accomplices to hell."

It's hell, not Impel Down!
This time I was indeed a bit careless, and you managed to escape.

But... he will one day get his revenge for this humiliation of being caught off guard!
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soon.

After the warships were repaired, the naval personnel from both the southern and northern islands gathered at the dock, ready to set sail.

And whether it's Akainu or the other marines.

No one noticed that a black vulture was flying overhead at that moment.

On top of the vulture sat a sea otter in a pajama suit, facing downwards, rapidly sketching something on a piece of drawing paper...

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The sea area hundreds of kilometers away.

The afterglow of the setting sun cast dappled golden light on the sea.

Wow!

Xia Nuo burst out of the water, his soaked black hair clinging to his forehead. He was breathing heavily, the veins in his arms bulging. With his last bit of strength, he struggled to climb onto the reef.

"Ha ha……"

His chest heaved violently like a bellows, and every muscle groaned in unbearable strain.

He lay back, sprawled on the rocks, letting the seawater drip down his chin.

Where am I now?
Who knows!

In any case, they have completely shaken off the navy and there is no way they can be caught up.

After escaping the waters off Tor Island, he swam continuously for several hours, changing direction several times along the way.

Even he doesn't know where he is, how could the Navy possibly find him?

"cough……"

The sunlight was still a bit too bright. The black-haired boy raised his trembling arm and shielded his eyes, peering through his fingers at the sky that was dyed red by the sunset.

The burn marks from Akainu's molten fist still seemed to linger on his retina, and the intense pain emanating from all parts of his body had not yet completely subsided.

I'm so embarrassed...

That old man truly deserves to be called a top-tier powerhouse standing at the pinnacle of the world; the so-called Navy Admiral is ridiculously strong.

Even if he used all his trump cards and relied on his superhuman physical defense and regeneration ability, he could only withstand it for a little over half an hour.

He was covered in wounds throughout the entire process, and countless times his flesh was charred and torn, revealing the white bones underneath.

If it weren't for eating a Senzu Bean...

He'd probably have been blasted into Brook by now.

but.

As Akainu himself said, he was not defeated immediately and held on for so long, which is something to be proud of for his age.

What's more.

In the end, he even managed to injure his opponent, something that Akainu himself hadn't anticipated.

"The harvest was alright."

Xia Nuo grinned.

I don't care about fame or anything like that.

The main reason was that he could sense that after this all-out life-or-death struggle, the strength of his Armament Haki and his combat experience had improved. The increase wasn't huge, but at his current level, every bit of progress was invaluable, and he would continue to accumulate strength slowly like this—

One day!
One day, I will be able to stand on the summit of this ocean!
……

As the last rays of the setting sun sank below the horizon, night descended like a surging tide.

Xia Nuo snapped out of her thoughts and turned her gaze back to the system panel in front of her.

Here is a record of another of his achievements.

[Offering: Sakazuki's navy baseball cap]

[Quality: Epic]

[Value: 4500 points]

[Appraisal Comments: This is the Marine cap worn by Admiral Akainu of the Marine Headquarters. It has been with him for many years, bearing witness to his obsession and fanaticism in upholding the path of "absolute justice." The scorched lava marks on the brim are testament to countless battles with powerful enemies; the indelible bloodstains tell of its owner's ruthless and merciless methods in suppressing pirates and civilians.]

That's a full 4,500 points, more than the dog-head hat I borrowed from Garp back then.

The two should be at the same level in terms of current strength, so why is there such a big difference in the value of their points?

Perhaps the dog-head hat suffered from not appearing later in the series, while Akainu's baseball cap, even after becoming Fleet Admiral, still seemed to be stuck on his head like it was glued on.

My remaining points have suddenly reached 45,500. I can spend some more when the store refreshes next time.

And now...

Xia Nuo turned off the system panel and lay there sprawled out.

He was so tired.

I'm so tired that I can't even lift a finger. All I want to do is lie down on this rock and get a good night's sleep.

As for contacting my partner... since the Den Den Mushi didn't survive, there's nothing I can do for the time being. I'll wait until I've had some sleep before trying again.

Having mastered Observation Haki, he would automatically wake up from his sleep if any danger were to approach.

However, this situation is obviously impossible.

Unless he's extremely unlucky and runs into a handsome, curly-haired guy riding a bicycle by, there's practically no danger in this area of ​​the sea for him right now...

His consciousness gradually blurred, his eyelids felt heavy as lead, and soon, exhaustion overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

"call……"

With a soft snore, the boy drifted off to sleep.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The moonlight was as cool as water.

The waves gently lapped against the rocks, and on the tranquil sea, a blurry, enormous figure suddenly appeared.

It was a huge sea turtle, leisurely swimming over, wearing a cowboy hat and with an old-fashioned pipe dangling from its mouth.

On the turtle's back.

A slender figure in a purple cropped summer outfit stood up. The sea breeze ruffled her smooth, shoulder-length black hair, and the moonlight outlined her delicate profile, giving her a unique, mysterious, and intellectual beauty.

Noticing the figure on the reef, she chuckled softly:

"Oh my, after searching for hours, so this is where it is?"

With a light leap, I landed on the reef.

As soon as Robin landed and saw what Xia Nuo looked like, his pupils shrank and his expression changed slightly.

The black-haired boy in front of them was covered in a strange bluish-purple color.

Fine black lines even faintly appeared on the surface of the skin, like some kind of deadly poison that had already spread throughout the body.

If Xia Nuo were still conscious, she would know at a glance.

That was the lingering effect of Bumaya's toxins in his body.

He had noticed the change in his skin color when he jumped into the sea to escape; it would be normal for a while, and then turn bluish-purple.

However, after confirming that the toxin posed no threat to his life and could not even corrode his internal organs, it only had a noticeable effect on the surface of his skin.

He was too busy escaping to care, so he left it aside for the time being.

After you've had a good night's sleep and rest, and enjoyed a good meal, it's not too late to use the Life Return method to deal with it.

pity.

Robin at the moment is unaware of these things.

In her eyes, the sight of Xia Nuo lying unconscious with bruises all over his body was a clear sign that his life was in imminent danger.

how so? !

Robin felt an overwhelming sense of disbelief.

Having secretly followed him for so long, she knew all too well just how terrifying the black-haired boy in front of her was.

Putting aside today's terrifying battle, just the punch I witnessed in the small garden that blasted the mountain apart...

Just how terrifying is the toxin that could knock such a man to the ground?
"Treatment must be initiated as soon as possible..."

Without hesitation, she crossed her arms over her chest and whispered:

"Eight-wheeled blooming crane!"

Swish!
Eight slender white arms grew out from under Xia Nuo, gently yet firmly lifting him up and slowly moving him onto the turtle's back.

Robin deftly placed his coat behind his head and carefully checked his pulse and breathing again.

"Fortunately, his vital signs are still relatively stable."

She breathed a slight sigh of relief and turned to the sea turtle, saying, "Binkey, thank you for your help. We need to move at full speed; we need to find a professional doctor for him as soon as possible."

"no problem."

The sea turtle, pipe in mouth, nodded, its limbs paddling faster than ever before, but it quickly glanced back at the water.
"But where exactly are we going?"

(End of this chapter)