Chapter 117: Seems Like a Creep

Nami was now witnessing something she would never forget.

The fishmen who had haunted her nightmares were effortlessly defeated by someone else.

"This bunch of fishmen have been causing chaos in the East Blue for far too long," someone commented.

"And the Navy is disgraceful, collaborating with pirates. It's utterly shameful."

The burly figure on the ship nodded in agreement, not showing much emotion.

Zephyr, seeing the scene unfold, was already fuming with anger.

However, his current status was no longer that of a Navy officer, or else he would have surely cleaned up the East Blue himself.

These guys, with a bit of power, were running amok.

They completely deserved what was coming to them!

"You agree it's disgraceful too? Then let me do the Navy a favor and clean up the trash from the sea! After all, I have a fondness for the East Blue, and..."

"I'm also helping Vice Admiral Garp protect his reputation! The title of Navy Hero nearly got ruined by a small-time pirate and a Navy captain! If this story reaches Navy Headquarters, they'll be laughed out of the room."

Raijin looked at Garp with a cheerful grin.

For someone who was usually so confident, Garp was now feeling extremely uncomfortable.

He never imagined that such a mess could be happening in the East Blue.

Had the Navy in the East Blue really fallen to such a low level?

Garp’s face turned green.

He originally thought Raijin was just spouting nonsense.

But to his shock, there really were Navy officers collaborating with pirates in the East Blue.

Now, even if Raijin mocked him a bit, Garp couldn’t find the words to argue back.

As for who nearly ruined his reputation, it was definitely Raijin, that bastard.

This scoundrel was spouting off nonsense on the ship.

If rumors spread that the Navy Hero was colluding with pirates, Raijin would be entirely to blame.

After all, Raijin was always looking for fun in the sea, with a personality that seemed to enjoy causing chaos. It really made Garp worried about what trouble he might stir up.

He didn't mind if his reputation was ruined, but Garp was afraid that he might be just the first, and that the next in line would be Sengoku...

"Alright, I'll explain everything to Sengoku! You won't get in trouble for going against the Navy, and if anything happens, I'll take the responsibility!"

"But, Raijin, this is the only time."

Garp waved his hand, completely uninterested in dealing with that scumbag of a captain.

That piece of trash almost cost him his reputation.

Earlier, Garp had confidently assured Zephyr that under his leadership, there was no problem in the East Blue.

But now, just after saying that, Raijin had shown up to prove him wrong.

"Haha, then leave it to me!"

Raijin took a step forward, and in the next moment, he suddenly fell straight into the water, as if he had stepped off a cliff.

This scene left the Navy soldiers on the ship dumbfounded.

After all, how could they have ever seen someone standing on the water?

"Can this ability be passed on to the Navy, Zephyr?"

Garp's eyes lit up as he moved closer to Zephyr and asked.

This ability could greatly enhance the Navy's combat power at sea, giving Devil Fruit users a fighting platform.

With this, combined with Moonwalk, the Navy could fight on land, sea, and air.

"It requires what they call chakra. Apart from those ninjas, no one else can have such power."

Zephyr shook his head. This ability wasn't something just anyone could have.

It seemed only these ninjas were special; no one else had this power.

"So how did you get this... this... chakdora?"

Garp asked curiously. He had sensed another power within Zephyr for a while now but hadn't had the chance to ask.

Now seemed like the perfect opportunity.

This question had been bugging Garp for a while.

He wanted to know how Zephyr did it because he wanted something like that for the Navy too.

"It's chakra! Not 'chakdora'!"

"See this arm? This arm comes with it."

"Having this kind of power isn't something you can just get easily."

Zephyr pointed to his previously severed arm.

But his gaze was deeper, focused on the spot where his arm had been.

There, an eye was embedded. At first, Zephyr found it disgusting and wanted to remove it.

But after learning that the two powers needed to balance each other out, Zephyr reluctantly accepted it. There are always trade-offs, and Zephyr had mentally prepared himself long ago.

However... could this power serve as a springboard to help him break through the limits of this sea? That's what Zephyr truly wanted.

"This arm?"

Garp's eyes widened. He had thought it was just to restore Zephyr's mobility.

But he never expected this arm to have such a mysterious use.

"Can you give me a finger?"

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Garp had a shy expression on his face and said somewhat embarrassedly.

He had never done anything like this before, and he felt like a total creep.

"Get lost!"

Zefa's face immediately turned dark. Did this guy have no sense of boundaries at all?

He even dared to ask for a finger—seriously?

Zefa knew it was for Vegapunk's research, but couldn't he just keep his hands off his own body?

Why not ask Raijin instead? What's the big deal about fixating on his own body parts?

The things on him were given by that guy, Uchiha Raijin, anyway.

...

"Tap!"

Ripples spread across the water's surface!

Raijin stood on it, his eyes showing the three-tomoe Sharingan, gazing at the two fishmen corpses lying at the bottom of the boat.

These two were completely dead, utterly useless now.

These two idiots actually jumped onto their boat of their own accord—it was like shining a light in the toilet, just asking for trouble.

On the boat, there were three top-level sea powers, including Raijin.

Besides Drought Jack.

Who else would dare act recklessly in front of them?

It's just a death wish, right?

And Raijin hadn't even put in much effort—just casually threw two fireballs onto the water.

But who would've thought they'd directly kill the two fishmen!

Weren't they saying that Uchiha's Fire Style couldn't kill anyone?

Why were these fishmen so fragile?

They couldn't even withstand a five-meter fireball.

What a bunch of worthless losers.

The atmosphere in Arlong Park was dead silent.

They could all tell how furious Brother Arlong was.

He was almost at the point of killing someone.

Right now, none of them dared to say a word.

They were afraid blood might splatter onto them later.

"Who is this guy, standing on water like that?"

"Could it be he's not human?"

 Captain Nezumi, who had already hidden behind Arlong after the explosion earlier, thought.

After all, he wasn't a combatant, so it was best not to get caught up in battles of this level.

 Captain Nezumi was now deeply regretting not staying quietly at the Navy branch.

But how did he end up messing with these people? Wasn't he just asking for trouble?

Now he found himself in a predicament, unsure how he would get out of it.

And... Captain Nezumi could see clearly now, these guys were clearly up to no good.

He wondered if he would even make it out of Arlong Park alive.

 Captain Nezumi now had a growing urge to call for backup with a Den Den Mushi.

This urge only grew stronger as he retreated further...

"Standing on water? Must be a Devil Fruit user! Using some special ability to stand on water!"

"Such an ability is nothing to be afraid of. It's really not a big deal."

"But... this guy is just digging his own grave!"

The first thing Arlong thought of was a Devil Fruit, since there were all sorts of bizarre fruits on the sea.

So it wasn’t surprising to see some strange abilities.

But Devil Fruit users are supposed to be afraid of seawater.

Arlong had no interest in Devil Fruits. They, the fishmen, were born rulers of the sea. Why would they ever eat such a cursed Devil Fruit?

Their strength was already more than enough.

Arlong didn't care much about Devil Fruits; he was more concerned with the safety of his comrades.

"These guys have a death wish, daring to lay a hand on my fishman comrades!"

"Today, I'm going to skin these bastards alive!"

Arlong's face twitched as he looked at the bodies of his comrades.

He felt a deep pain in his heart; these few were the only ones he had brought from Fishman Island.

Now, only so many were left, and Kuroobi, who excelled in Fishman Karate, was among them.

This was a heavy loss, losing two fellow fishmen.

Arlong believed that fishmen were the greatest species, and now, seeing a human showing off above him had sparked his rage.

He didn't care about Raijin's immense power.

All he wanted was to kill this human in front of him.

"Don't bother yourself, Brother Arlong, let me handle it!"

"Someone of this level doesn’t deserve Brother Arlong’s personal attention."

"I’ll bring back this guy’s head."

A fishman with a protruding mouth, looking like a kissing fish, stood in front of Arlong.

At this moment, he was also filled with anger, wanting to vent it out.

The dignity of fishmen was not something humans could trample on.

They had not suffered such a loss since coming to the East Blue.

What did this guy think he was, daring to strike against the fishmen?

"Alright, if that's the case, I'll leave it to you, Chu!"

Arlong nodded.

They were proud in their hearts.

The ocean was their territory, the fishmen's domain.

And this human actually dared to stand in the sea.

Wasn't this just a lamb entering a tiger's den?

Even if he had a special Devil Fruit ability.

That would be irrelevant, his Devil Fruit powers were surely limited in the ocean.

Moreover, the strength of a fishman was ten times that of a human; what could a mere human do?

Arlong's lips curled into a cold smile, as if he could already see the human standing on the sea turning into a corpse.

"Splash!"

The kissing fish fishman leapt into the sea, swimming rapidly towards Raijin.

In the sea, the fishmen's speed was unmatched.

(End of Chapter)