Bluejam’s courage was completely shattered when the first wave of water swept past.
“What was that?”
He couldn’t care about his dropped musket and threw the excruciating pain in his right hand to the back of his mind.
He turned around with lightning speed, scrambling over thick tree roots and running desperately toward the harbor at the foot of the mountain.
As long as he could reach the bay, board his pirate ship, and hoist the sails to set out to sea, that kid’s strange weapon couldn’t do anything to him once he was on the open sea.
“Run!
Everyone get the hell out of here!
Get back to the ship!” Bluejam howled without looking back.
The pirates on the ground who hadn’t breathed their last followed suit, scrambling and shoving each other as they fled toward the outskirts of the back mountain.
Those who fell didn’t even bother to stand up; they used their hands and feet to roll down the dirt slope.
No one cared about the commission from Outlook anymore.
If they lost their lives, what was the point of money for a coffin?
The once noisy forest was more than half empty, leaving only broken branches and fallen leaves everywhere along with a few wounded men struggling in the mud and water.
Ron wasn’t in a hurry to chase them.
He rotated his wrist, bringing the fluorescent green nozzle up to his eyes to take a look.
There were several hidden settings next to the red knob.
“You dirty my territory and still want to run?”
Ron fiddled with the red knob twice.
Click, click.
The indicator passed the shower and high-pressure settings, stopping steadily at the final mark.
There was a long, thin drill pattern drawn there.
Spiral Penetration mode.
He leisurely leveled his arm.
His gaze passed over the lush canopy to lock onto the medium-sized pirate ship docked in the hidden bay a few hundred meters away.
The skull flag on the mast fluttered in the sea breeze.
Ron hooked his index finger on the trigger and pressed it all the way down.
Pfft—!
The barrel of the high-pressure water gun vibrated violently.
The massive recoil caused Ron to slide back and gouge out two deep pits.
The water column was compressed to the limit.
The water stream transformed into a high-speed rotating, cone-shaped water drill, piercing the air.
The water cone dragged a long white tail, shooting straight into the sky, crossing the dense forest of the back mountain and falling toward the bay.
Leaves swirled in the sky wherever it passed.
Inside the bay, Bluejam’s pirate ship was anchored quietly.
Two pirates left behind were playing cards on the deck.
They looked up and only saw a flash of water streaking across the sky.
The next second, a deafening roar tore through the tranquility of the harbor.
The high-speed rotating water pressure drill, with thunderous momentum, pierced through the entire pirate ship from top to bottom.
The water drill cut in next to the main mast, instantly penetrating three levels of the cabin and reaching the keel.
The hundreds-of-tons wooden sailing ship snapped in the middle.
Fully loaded rum barrels, thick cables, iron anchors weighing tons, along with splattered wooden planks, were thrown dozens of meters into the air by the violent water surge.
Seawater flooded in, and the whirlpool ruthlessly swallowed the two broken halves of the hull.
The two pirates left on the deck were sent flying into the sea along with their cards, without even a moment to call for help.
On the mountainside, Bluejam had just run to the edge of a cliff with a wide view.
He was panting heavily, his heart racing, and he was preparing to slide down the cliff using the vines.
As long as he went down, his ship would be there.
He looked up toward the bay, full of hope.
In his sight, the pirate ship that had cost him most of his fortune to build was disintegrating amidst the flying wooden planks and the sky-high water column.
The main mast snapped into three pieces, and the skull flag belonging to him, Bluejam, drifted slowly into the waves.
“Ah…”
Bluejam’s lips trembled.
His legs went weak, and he fell to his knees at the edge of the cliff with a thud.
His retreat was gone.
It was all over.
Despair destroyed his sanity.
He didn’t even have the strength to run anymore.
The strong wind caused by the water pressure passing through the air just now had shaken the loose rock layer above the cliff.
A heavy rock from above detached from the cliff wall and rolled down the steep slope.
It hit Bluejam squarely on the back of his head.
His eyes rolled back.
This wanted criminal, who made the common people of the East Blue tremble with fear, fell face-forward into the mud, losing consciousness.
…
Under the old camphor tree, Ron released his index finger.
The humming of the water gun ceased, and a few clear water droplets dripped from the nozzle.
“This mode consumes quite a bit of water.”
Even though the system provided an infinite water version, the barrel was still a bit hot after that kind of output.
He casually put it into his system space and clapped his hands.
Only the rustling of wind blowing through the leaves remained in the forest.
Ace, Sabo, and Luffy were squatting side by side on the ground.
Six eyes were wide open in extreme shock, their chins almost hitting their chests.
Ace swallowed hard, “What was that?
A cannon?”
“It’s not a cannon, I saw it!” Luffy stretched his neck.
His eyes sparkled with stars.
“It’s a tube for bathing!
Big Brother used a bathing tube to smash such a big ship!
So cool!
Big Brother, lend me that tube to play with!”
Luffy scrambled up and was about to pounce toward Ron, but Ace was quick-witted and grabbed him, pulling him back.
“Stop causing trouble!” Ace scolded in a low voice, but his gaze toward Ron had completely changed.
Sabo knelt in the mud pit, motionless for a long time.
That Bluejam Pirates that had terrified him to the point of sleepless nights was gone.
Destroyed by a water pipe used for bathing.
He hadn’t been able to eat or sleep well for the past few days.
His mind had been filled with tragic ideas of sacrificing himself to protect his brothers.
As it turned out, in Ron’s hands, all of this was an insignificant joke.
That phrase about covering them like a blanket if the sky fell wasn’t just empty talk.
Sabo stood up.
He clenched his hands into fists and stood up straight.
Whatever nobles, whatever Celestial Dragons, in front of this man they were just trash to be cleared away at will.
As long as he followed Big Brother, what was there to be afraid of on this vast sea?
Ron had no time to pay attention to the rich inner monologues of the three brats.
He strolled back to the flat, low tree stump and picked up the unfinished iced drink.
He sucked down the remaining half cup of juice in one go.
“Whew, refreshing.” Ron stretched his body.
His gaze swept over the remaining pirates rolling on the ground and those muskets thrown into the mud.
He curled his lips in disdain.
“Don’t just stand there staring.” Ron threw the empty cup into Luffy’s arms.
“Go clean up the trash on the ground and throw those messy pieces of junk far away.
They’re ruining my view.”
“View?” Sabo was stunned.
With all this mud on the mountain, where was the view?
He turned back, following Ron’s line of sight.
By the hot spring pool in the distance, Uta stood in a thin, almost translucent white casual dress that clung to her body with every soft breeze.
The light fabric hugged the gentle swell of her breasts and the narrow curve of her waist before falling loosely over her hips.
Her fair, smooth calves gleamed in the sunlight as she playfully kicked at the clear water with bare feet, sending soft ripples across the surface.
Each movement made the hem of the dress lift just enough to reveal the soft underside of her thighs, the thin material briefly outlining the round shape of her bottom.
A warm breeze swept past, pressing the damp fabric tightly against her budding figure—accentuating the soft line of her stomach and the delicate dip of her waist so clearly that the faint outline of her undergarments showed through.
Nearby, Makino bent over the drying rack, her tight-fitting uniform stretched taut across her mature body.
The fabric clung to the full, heavy curves of her breasts and the graceful arch of her back, then hugged the round swell of her hips and the soft thickness of her thighs.
As she reached up to adjust a hanging cloth, the movement made her breasts shift and press together beneath the snug top.
She paused to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear, the gentle motion drawing attention to the smooth line of her neck and the soft cleavage visible at the open collar of her uniform.
Her profile, calm and quietly alluring, caught the sunlight perfectly.
The sun was warm, the breeze light, and the air around the two women carried a soft, lingering heat.
The three brothers looked at each other, three black lines hanging from their foreheads.
So it turned out, sending away the wanted criminals and blowing up the pirate ship was purely because these people had disturbed Big Brother’s interest in looking at beautiful women.
“Leave it to me, Big Brother!” Luffy raised his hands, the first to respond.
“Rubber—Net!”
His arms suddenly elongated, turning into a large net.
He scooped up the three unconscious pirates on the ground and threw them into a ravine a hundred meters away.
Ace and Sabo also reacted, each grabbing the collars of two pirates and dragging them toward the outskirts of the back mountain.
Ron nodded in satisfaction and strolled back to the hot spring.
“Brother Ron!”
Seeing Ron return, Uta cheered and ran over barefoot, the thin white dress fluttering around her thighs.
She threw both arms around his waist and pressed her soft body tightly against him, rubbing her cheek and the full curve of her breasts against his solid chest and abdomen.
The thin fabric of her dress did little to hide the warm give of her flesh as she nuzzled closer, her soft stomach brushing against him with every small movement.
“Have those bad guys been driven away?”
“Just a bunch of unlucky fools who couldn’t find their way home.
They’ve been dealt with.” Ron’s hand settled on her back, then slid lower, openly stroking the soft dip of her waist.
His fingertips lingered, tracing the warm skin beneath the thin dress and feeling the gentle flare of her hip.
Makino approached carrying a glass of freshly squeezed juice.
Her tight uniform still hugged every mature curve—full breasts rising with each step, the fabric stretched across her rounded hips.
Her gaze dropped for a long moment to Ron’s exposed chest and the hard lines of his abdomen, and a soft flush colored her earlobes.
“Ron-kun, you’ve worked hard.
The freshly grilled steak is ready.”
“You really understand me.” Ron took the juice with one hand and, with the other, pulled Makino firmly into his embrace.
His arm wrapped around her shoulders, then drifted lower to rest possessively against the soft side of her breast.
He drew her close until the full warmth of her body pressed against his side, her uniform-clad curves molding easily to him.
He sank back onto the large rattan chair, settling both women against him.
“For the next few days, this hill will be quite a bit quieter.”
He closed his eyes slightly, already feeling Uta’s small, soft hands climbing higher along his calves, her fingertips tracing the muscle with open curiosity while her body remained pressed tightly to his.
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Author’s Note:
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