“It is a legendary island, but it really exists!” “I’ll take you to see it if I get the chance.” Mina said to little Robin with a casual shrug.
Following that, for several days in a row, Mina took little Robin across the vast West Blue, riding her surfboard and drifting aimlessly for days.
Without a Log Pose or a navigator, the two of them were like headless flies, lost in this unfamiliar ocean.
Over these past few days, they did pass by a few small island towns, but the residents there didn’t even know what a Log Pose was, let alone where to find a professional navigator.
Furthermore, Mina’s hundred-meter-tall figure would cause a small panic every time she appeared.
However, relying on her outgoing personality and her wealthy, lavish style, she was quickly able to mingle with the local residents and gather bits and pieces of information.
“That old lady’s information wasn’t accurate at all; we’ve practically been going around in circles here.” Mina lay on her surfboard, staring at the unchanging seascape with a look of utter despair, complaining incessantly.
“Is it possible that you’re the one who picked the wrong direction?” Little Robin, nestled within the towering peaks on Mina’s chest, timidly suggested.
“What did you say?!” Mina’s eyebrows instantly shot up.
She extended a massive index finger and unleashed a high-speed rotating “drill attack” on Robin’s tiny head.
“Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch!” Robin was drilled until her eyes teared up, and she begged for mercy repeatedly.
Seeing her pathetic appearance, Mina finally stopped, satisfied, and then burst into a carefree, heartless laugh.
“Wahahaha!
That’ll teach you to question me!” In the end, Mina still half-doubtfully followed the direction Robin pointed and headed north.
Just then, a small, coffin-like single-person boat appeared on the distant horizon.
Before Mina could clearly see who it was, a sharp green slash tore through the air, carrying a piercing whistle as it headed straight for them.
“Oh?
How rude!” Mina felt a bit annoyed.
She raised her right fist, coated it with a layer of Armament Haki, and punched out at the ten-meter-wide slash.
“Bang!” With a dull thud, the terrifying slash, capable of splitting a warship in half, was shattered by Mina’s punch.
The scattered slash turned into chaotic air currents, blowing Mina’s golden hair wildly, while Robin, on her chest, was scared into screaming by the sudden attack.
Mina extended her Observation Haki and quickly saw the person on the small boat a thousand meters away.
The person was a man with short black hair, eyes as sharp as a hawk’s, wearing a black top hat and a wine-red patterned shirt.
On his back, he carried a black blade that looked like a cross.
Dracule Mihawk.
The future world’s greatest Great Swordsman.
‘It’s him.’ This thought flashed through Mina’s mind instantly, and then, a brilliant idea occurred to her.
‘This guy is wandering the ocean alone in a broken boat; he clearly looks like an experienced navigator.
He must know how to navigate!’ ‘Capturing him to be our navigator—isn’t that much better than those useless Log Poses?’ Thinking of this, the annoyance on Mina’s face vanished instantly, replaced by an incredibly enthusiastic professional smile.
With that in mind, she quickly ignited flames from her back and, treading across the turbulent sea, charged toward Dracule Mihawk’s small boat.
On the other side, Dracule Mihawk sat alone at the bow, staring at the behemoth in the distance.
He had expected the previous slash to cut through the’Sea King’ over there, but he hadn’t expected it to be shattered; the sensation felt wrong.
Before he could finish his thought, he saw a massive female giant, as if stepped out of mythology, riding a surfboard with flames jetting from her back, charging toward him at high speed.
Wherever she passed, the already turbulent sea immediately surged with monstrous waves.
“Is this…
the Giant Race?” Dracule Mihawk’s brows furrowed tightly, and an unprecedented look of gravity appeared on his face.
“However…
judging by this physique and these features, she doesn’t seem to be from the Giant Race…
Such a powerful aura, to be able to punch through my slash head-on!” Looking at Mina’s “strange” features—the horns on her head and the flames on her back—he was filled with doubt and vigilance, his right hand subconsciously gripping the hilt of his black blade yoru.
Before he could figure it out, Mina had already arrived in front of him.
She looked down from above at Dracule Mihawk, who was so tiny he didn’t even reach her ankles.
And at his small boat, which rocked like a toy in the giant waves she had stirred up, she waved her arms enthusiastically and greeted him loudly.
“Hey, hey, hey!
Hello there!” “I’m lost, and I see you’re alone too.
Let’s travel together; how about you take me to Water 7?” Dracule Mihawk, who had been on high alert and ready for a fierce battle, was left completely dumbfounded by this sudden, simple, and careless enthusiasm.
He somewhat doubted if he was hallucinating.
After a brief moment of shock, he relaxed slightly and refused in a cold and distant tone.
“No.
I have my own journey to continue.” “Don’t be like that!
Look at how lonely you are all by yourself!” Mina continued to persuade him.
“The three of us can travel together, chat on the road, it’ll be so lively!
Besides, we must be heading in the same direction!” Dracule Mihawk looked at her speechlessly and finally couldn’t help but retort: “What direction are we heading in together?
I’m not going to Water 7.” Just then, he also noticed the small head peeking out from the mountain peaks on Mina’s chest.
Seeing that her soft approach was ineffective, Mina’s patience gradually ran out.
The smile on her face remained, but her tone took on a hint of toughness and dominance.
“If you aren’t going, I’ll tie you up and drag you there myself!” “You can try!” Dracule Mihawk’s eyes turned icy instantly.
He raised his black blade yoru, its pitch-black edge pointing directly at Mina.
“Try it, then!” Mina was still smiling, but her movements were as fast as lightning.
She executed an instant attack, raising her right hand and punching toward Dracule Mihawk below!
“Galaxy Impact!” A terrifying, visible shockwave, over fifty meters wide, tore through the air with a piercing sonic boom, crushing toward Dracule Mihawk below like an insurmountable wall of transparency!
This sudden attack caused Dracule Mihawk’s expression to change drastically, catching him off guard.
He had no time to think, so he could only instantly coat his blade with all his Armament Haki and swing his strongest slash to date!
“Dark Night Slash!” A thirty-meter-long, incredibly dense, dark cyan slash, like a meteor cutting through the dark night, collided head-on with the earth-shattering shockwave!
“Voom—!!!” The moment the two extreme forces collided, a piercing, eardrum-splitting screech erupted, as if space itself were twisting because of it.
The shockwave was forcibly split down the middle by the sharp slash, exploding outward to the sides, splashing up terrifying water sprays a hundred meters high and leaving two massive craters on the sea surface.
However, the power contained in that shockwave was simply too immense.
Although the slash had split it, the subsequent aftermath still slammed solidly into Dracule Mihawk and his fragile little boat.
“Boom!” The small boat was instantly torn to pieces, and Dracule Mihawk, as if hit head-on by a battering ram, spat out a mouthful of blood and was knocked into the turbulent sea.
Before he could steady himself in the water, a massive hand, blotting out the sky, descended from above and scooped him up from the water like a fish, clutching him tightly in its palm.
“Now, are we still heading in the same direction?” Mina lifted him up in front of her face, and looking at the soaked, disheveled man in her palm, she once again revealed that kind and “menacingly benevolent” smile.