Shanks’s hand rested on the hilt of his sword, veins bulging.
The smell of gunpowder in the air was thick to the extreme.
Just as the Red Hair Pirates thought their boss was about to draw his sword and start hacking away, Shanks suddenly withdrew his aura and plopped down onto the beach.
He knew that resorting to violence was out of the question.
If he hurt a single hair on Ron’s head, his precious daughter would pluck out all his red hair.
“Uta, stop paying attention to this brat!” Shanks tried his old trick to grab his daughter’s attention.
“How about Daddy tells you a pirate adventure story?
We encountered a Sea King in the Grand Line that was bigger than a mountain!
I only used one sword strike…”
Shanks gestured excitedly, dancing around with glee.
However, Uta just yawned, looking bored out of her mind.
She tilted her little head and didn’t even glance at Shanks.
“No, those fighting stories are boring to death.” Uta pressed tightly against Ron’s arm, lifting her pretty little face.
“I only want to hear the romance novels Brother Ron tells!”
Shanks turned to stone.
It was as if his heart had been stabbed fiercely once more, leaving him in tatters in the wind.
A scheming smile curled up on the corner of Ron’s mouth.
He cleared his throat and rubbed his large hand over Uta’s red and white hair.
“Alright, Brother will tell you.”
“Once upon a time, there was a tsundere little princess in Foosha Village.” Ron’s voice was deep and magnetic, instantly capturing Uta’s ears.
“She had the most beautiful red and white hair in the world and a pair of long legs that were fairer and more alluring than the first snow.”
Ron was blatantly sneaking in his own private agenda.
His gaze unscrupulously examined Uta’s budding, graceful figure.
Uta turned bright red as she listened, burying her head in Ron’s chest in shyness.
Her little fists weakly pounded on Ron’s shoulder.
“You’re annoying, Brother Ron is teasing me again!”
Although she said it was annoying, her body honestly pressed closer and closer.
Ron continued to narrate his twisted version of the fairy tale.
“Later, the evil Red-Haired Demon King tried to snatch the little princess away.
But the handsome black-haired knight stepped forward and repelled the Demon King with a romantic kiss…”
Beside them, the corners of Shanks’s mouth twitched wildly as he listened.
The evil Red-Haired Demon King?
Isn’t that talking about yours truly!
[Ding!
Detected extreme emotional fluctuation from plot character Shanks!
Dropped Conqueror’s Aptitude +1!]
Hearing the notification, Ron almost laughed out loud.
This Red-Haired man wasn’t just a guy handing over his daughter; he was a top-tier mobile wool-shearing bank.
Shanks was completely exasperated.
He stood up abruptly and slammed his palm onto the wooden table in front of him.
“Ron!
You brat, you’re too arrogant!
If you’re a man, stand up and arm wrestle with me!”
Shanks decided to regain his dignity in a field he excelled at.
He would use absolute strength to embarrass this brat and thereby restore his dignity in front of his daughter.
Ron yawned lazily and sat up slowly, “Arm wrestling, huh?
Sure, but there has to be a stake, right?”
Shanks snorted coldly, “You name it!
As long as I can do it!”
A glint of cunning flashed in Ron’s eyes.
“If you lose, you and your Red Hair Pirates have to wash dishes in Foosha Village for a month.”
As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding pirates burst into raucous laughter.
“Hahaha!
This brat must be crazy!
Our boss is a monster who can clash with Whitebeard; how could he possibly lose at arm wrestling?”
Shanks was also amused, “Fine!
If you lose, stay away from my daughter!”
The two sat opposite each other, their palms locked tightly on the tabletop.
Shanks looked completely relaxed, not even intending to use one percent of his strength.
He just wanted to exert a little effort and teach Ron a lesson.
“Ready…
Go!” Yasopp shouted as the referee.
At that very instant, Ron decisively gave an order in his mind.
“System, instantly detonate all the one-time Superhuman Strength attribute reserves dropped from Luffy!”
After all these days of frantic wool-shearing, Ron knew deeply that as Garp’s own grandson, the monster bloodline contained within Luffy was absurd.
The superhuman strength he had accumulated from that brat was poured out without reservation at this moment.
Boom!
An extremely violent force suddenly erupted from Ron’s arm.
Shanks, on the opposite side, hadn’t even had a chance to exert force yet.
He had thought it was just playing around with a young person, so he hadn’t used even one percent of his strength, let alone activating Armament Haki for protection.
Under this unprepared clash of strength, the careless and underestimated Red Hair was hit hard!
His expression changed instantly, his eyes filled with extreme disbelief.
Bang!
Crack!
Accompanied by a deafening roar, the thick, solid wooden table was instantly crushed into powder by the terrifying force.
Shanks’s hand was pressed firmly into the pile of wood splinters on the ground.
The entire scene was deathly silent.
The Red Hair Pirates collectively turned to stone, their jaws dropping to the ground.
One-hit kill!
The world-renowned Red-Haired Shanks had actually been one-shotted in an arm wrestling match by a kid!
Ron shook his wrist and stood up nonchalantly.
But he knew clearly in his heart.
This wave of Superhuman Strength reserves he freely obtained from Luffy was basically mostly depleted.
And it was just bullying this Red-Haired bastard because he underestimated him.
Still need to keep laying low and developing…
Although he was clear-headed, Ron still wore a scheming smile on his face.
“I accept your concession, Demon King.
Remember to wash the dishes clean tomorrow.”
Ignoring the existential-dread-stricken Shanks, Ron walked toward the tavern in Foosha Village with eyes full of smiles.
Makino was standing behind the bar, organizing glasses.
Ron walked straight over and rested his hands on the bar.
“Sister Makino, I suddenly had a good idea.”
Makino looked up curiously, her beautiful eyes filled with tenderness.
“What idea, Ron?”
“I think wearing this outfit every day is too monotonous.” Ron spouted nonsense with a straight face.
“A very aesthetically pleasing new style of clothing flashed through my mind just now, called a form-fitting maid outfit.
I want to design a set for you personally.”
Hearing that Ron wanted to make clothes for her, a wave of sweetness welled up in Makino’s heart.
“Really?
But…
how do we do it?”
A mischievous smile curled at the corner of Ron’s mouth as he fished out a tape measure from under the bar.
“First, naturally, is taking measurements.” As he spoke, Ron walked around the bar and came directly to Makino’s side.
The space in the tavern was already cramped.
The two stood on the inside of the bar, the distance between them instantly pulled to the extreme.
Ron held the tape measure and naturally wrapped it around Makino’s back.
He leaned forward slightly.
Their breaths instantly mingled together.
Ron could clearly smell the faint, fragrant scent on Makino’s body.
He could also feel the astonishing heat radiating from her skin.
Makino squeezed her eyes shut, not knowing where to put her hands.
Her earlobes were already blood-red, and her long eyelashes were trembling incessantly.
The tape measure slid slowly down to Makino’s waist.
“Sister Makino’s waist is even thinner than I imagined.” Ron’s voice was low and hoarse, carrying an extremely aggressive aura.
He took the opportunity to extend his large hand and lifted the hem of her dress just enough to press the tape directly against her bare skin, bunching the fabric up around her hips without removing it.
His arm wrapped firmly around her slender, soft waist to hold the tape in place while his fingers teased along the sensitive underside of her breasts.
The touch was warm and soft, with amazing elasticity.
Makino’s legs went weak, and she almost collapsed into Ron’s arms.
A soft, muffled moan escaped her lips — “Mmmph…!” — as she buried her flushed face into his chest, trying desperately to stay quiet.
“Ron…
don’t do this…” she whispered breathlessly, but her words melted into another trembling moan.
“Nngh… haa…” when his thumb stroked slowly back and forth along the heavy, sensitive curve beneath her tits, teasing and caressing the soft skin there while the tape measure stayed snug around her waist.
Ron’s breath was hot against her ear.
“You’re trembling so much… just a little more,” he murmured, voice thick with lust as his fingers continued their deliberate teasing under the lifted dress, brushing and squeezing lightly at the undersides of her breasts until her nipples hardened visibly against the thin fabric.
Makino clutched desperately at the front of his shirt, her body burning.
Another muffled, needy sound slipped out — “Mm… Ron…!” — low and desperate, vibrating against him as her thighs pressed together.
Just as the heated atmosphere was reaching its peak, the tavern’s wooden door was suddenly slammed open from the outside with a bang.
“Big Brother Ron!
I’m not reconciled!”