Chapter 97: Reunion (part 2)
“Pfft~ Pfft——”
“Hey, is that Wright?! What happened to you guys?!” The Den Den Mushi was answered almost instantly after the call.
“We’re fine, Brother Skipgate. Where are you now?”
“Mm, good to hear you’re okay.”
“We’ve already arrived on Greed Island. Have you made your move?”
“Huh?! You’ve already reached the island? So fast!” Wright was somewhat surprised.
“That’s right. Somehow, we had tailwinds the whole way and arrived without stopping.”
Skipgate recalled the past few days of sailing and couldn’t help but sigh inwardly at how smoothly it had gone.
“How’s that guy John doing?”
“Uh… well, John he…” Wright didn’t quite know how to respond.
“What happened to John?!”
“He suddenly vanished. We don’t even know if he’s dead or alive.”
“Vanished?!”
Skipgate was quite surprised to hear this answer and glanced puzzledly at Miss La ahead.
Miss La noticed his doubtful gaze but didn’t turn around, saying directly:
“If nothing unexpected happened, his body should have decomposed and dispersed. My energy should have some remnants left, visible to the naked eye as many light spots.”
Before Skipgate could speak, Wright’s excited voice came through the Den Den Mushi:
“Right, exactly! There are many light spots!”
“Brother Skipgate, who’s that with you? How does she know?”
“Uh… She’s from the Beasts Pirates. I brought her in as a helper. Anyway, where are you now? I’ll come find you.”
“We’re on the north side of the island. You can see our ship from high ground. We’re right there on the ship.”
Wright looked around and finally chose Foll’s tall flagship as the landmark.
『North…』
Skipgate heard this answer, then checked the direction Miss La was leading them, confirming they were indeed heading north.
“Got it. Stay put there. We’ll come join you right away.”
With that, Skipgate hung up the Den Den Mushi and took a few steps forward to Miss La’s side.
He squatted down, tilted his head, and whispered sneakily:
“Miss La, did you really take out that guy John?”
His sneaky action instead drew everyone’s attention.
Of course, as the two leading the way, every move they made was clearly visible to those behind.
“I have no reason to tell such a meaningless lie, Mister Skipgate.”
“H-How… How exactly did you do it?”
“Sneak attack, when he wasn’t paying attention.”
“…”
In fact, Miss La had never intended to fight John head-on from the start. On one hand, she feared causing too much commotion and alerting other factions; on the other, she didn’t have full confidence in taking him down.
After all, Kaido had personally admitted John’s strength was no less than his own.
Though he was injured, in a real fight Miss La might have the upper hand steadily, but who knew if John had any hidden trump cards?
Thus, true to her personality, she decisively chose non-direct means.
After all, unlike some people with a special obsession for fair fights and honorable duels, she didn’t care.
To her, battle was just as ordinary as eating or drinking. It wasn’t like using a blue cup for water made it honorable and a yellow one shameful.
And as she learned Wright and the others’ original plan through the Den Den Mushi afterward, a rough scheme gradually formed in Miss La’s mind—using Wright and his group as bait to launch a sneak attack while John was distracted.
That’s right, almost identical to Babu’s plan!
The only difference was that Babu not only wanted to use Wright and the others as bait but also planned to sacrifice them as cannon fodder.
Miss La, however, had no intention of letting the bait be swallowed. She chose to eliminate John while preserving Wright and the others’ lives.
So during the subsequent journey, Miss La on one hand used divine power to influence the weather, keeping the ship sailing at high speed.
On the other hand, she began developing a sure-kill move, namely “Divine Strike”.
This was the first time Miss La, who had little interest in battle itself, had independently developed a move.
Aoxi and Obei had tried before, but their control over divine power was too weak. The moves they created looked flashy but had less power than ordinary divine power release.
For Miss La, who could weave clothing with a silken texture using divine power, developing a move to her liking was naturally effortless.
After an hour of rough creation and half a day of refinement, “Divine Strike”—targeting living beings by injecting a massive energy self-destruct equation into the target’s body in an instant, causing it to decompose on its own—was born.
This move not only had terrifying destructive power, but Miss La had also put great effort into its stealth.
Not only did charging and firing cause no fluctuations in real space, it was nearly invisible to the naked eye, and its speed rivaled that of light…
Truly a “strike from another dimension”.
With terrifying power, inconceivable speed, and stealth, under normal circumstances, this move was almost a guaranteed one-shot kill.
The only method was to foresee it in advance with Future Sight, then counter with one’s own Haki energy or dodge directly.
But regrettably, Miss La wouldn’t give John that opportunity.
To use Future Sight required extreme mental focus, and the news of “Golden Land” plus two consecutive attacks were enough for Miss La to create an opening. Moreover, her Observation Haki was actually superior to John’s.
A god’s eyes could see farther into the future than a human’s.
After confirming John and the others had arrived near the island, Miss La first conjured thick fog to deprive them of vision, while staying at a safe distance to avoid detection by their Haki. Then she monitored their every move through energy vision.
Miss La knew John might sense her gaze, but this was also a way to pressure him. The greater the mental pressure, the more likely he was to make mistakes and expose a flaw.
And during surveillance, upon unexpectedly learning Babu’s plan, Miss La decisively adjusted, using him as a second bait to further distract John.
This time, however, she had no intention of retrieving the bait.
With heaven’s timing, earth’s advantage, and human harmony—all considered and utilized to the extreme—Miss La naturally accomplished her first kill in this world.
“We’re here.”
Emerging from a dense forest, Miss La stopped.
Skipgate and the others pushed aside vision-obstructing branches and finally spotted in a hidden bay the Foll Pirate Crew flagship they’d longed for, plus familiar faces below the ship’s railing—some crying, some laughing, sitting in a circle.
Seeing those people, though a few were injured, none missing, the explosion-headed man couldn’t hold back any longer and shouted loudly:
“You bunch of bastards! I was worried sick! This time, I’ll beat you all to death!”
