A heaven-shaking explosion echoed in mid-air.
The powerful shockwave directly pressed a crater of several hundred square meters into the sea surface.
Seawater surged backward.
White waves overturned the sky.
Even the surrounding air seemed somewhat distorted.
Sabo’s battered fishing boat did not last even half a second before being blown dozens of meters away by this raging airflow.
The planks disintegrated in mid-air, and debris flew everywhere.
Sabo, along with the wood, plunged headfirst into the seawater.
Salty seawater rushed directly into his nasal cavity.
He frantically flailed his arms to swim, clutching a floating boat plank for dear life, barely managing to save his own life.
He looked up and wiped the water from his face.
He looked at the still-smoking mid-air in the distance, his mind filled with the straight trajectory that the stone had just carved out.
Too strong.
Sabo’s admiration for Ron surged past the threshold.
Undercurrents surged beneath the sea, while the deck of the giant ship above the water was in complete chaos at this moment.
The gale passed through.
Parasols were uprooted and flew straight into the sea.
Saint Charlos was holding a silver fork, preparing to swallow the last bite of mousse cake with an intoxicated look on his face.
As the wind blew, the dessert table flipped over entirely, and the cake, covered in cocoa sauce, splattered all over his face with a plop.
His obese body lost its balance, and his round, fat frame rolled across the luxurious marble deck.
Along the way, he crushed two female slaves holding trays, finally stopping only after knocking over two guards.
He scrambled up using his hands and feet.
His glass bubble helmet was mixed with cream and saliva, looking so ridiculous that it made people want to laugh.
“Who is it!
Where did you get the guts to attack the Celestial Dragons!” His shrill, duck-like voice cracked.
He stomped his feet and cursed.
He ripped off his helmet and smashed it to pieces, kicking and stomping at the trembling guards nearby.
The guard captain was sweating profusely and grabbed a monocular telescope.
Following the residual trajectory of the stone, his field of vision rapidly zoomed in, crossing a hundred meters of sea, and locked onto the coastal cliff in the distance.
Parasols, beach chairs, empty wine bottles strewn all over the ground, and a barbecue grill that was still smoking.
“Over there!
There are people on the cliff wall!” the guard captain shouted, pointing to the heights.
“They did it!”
Saint Charlos snatched the telescope.
A few country bumpkins, not kneeling and kowtowing upon seeing a World Government warship was one thing, but they were actually having a picnic on the cliff edge?
The dignity of the gods had been subjected to the ultimate provocation.
“Push out all the cannons from the hold!” Saint Charlos shrieked hysterically, his features contorted.
“Aim them at that cliff!
Blast them into mincemeat!”
The thick steel plates on the side of the warship quickly retracted to both sides.
A full sixteen cannons were pushed onto the deck by laborers.
The loaders pushed in dozens of pounds of solid gunpowder shells, adjusted the sights, and cranked the gears.
The fuses were lit one after another.
The cannon barrels rose in unison, locking onto the cliff where Ron was located.
On the cliff, Ace and Luffy also noticed the movement of the warship.
“It’s over, it’s over!
They’re all aiming at us!” Luffy was so scared that he scrambled backward using his hands and feet, his legs so weak that he could not even stand and collapsed onto the ground.
Ace’s teeth chattered.
He shielded Luffy behind him and instinctively picked up half a wooden stick from the ground, striking a defensive pose.
Big Brother’s stone-skipping move earlier was indeed ruthless, but that was just a single shot.
If the dozen or so heavy cannons below fired together, it would be more than enough to flatten this cliff top.
A series of firing sounds came from the cannon chambers.
Propelled by gunpowder, the dozen heavy shells wove into a death net of firepower, heading straight for the cliff top with a shrill whistling sound.
The deadly artillery fire bore down from above.
Makino let out a short cry and leaned forward instinctively, throwing her arms around Ron from behind.
Caught completely off guard, the back of his head sank straight into an astonishingly soft and bouncy pair of breasts.
The full, warm weight of them pressed against his skull and the nape of his neck, the thin fabric of her uniform doing almost nothing to hide their softness.
The scent of clean soap mixed with her body heat wrapped around him completely.
This natural cushion was several times more comfortable than any high-end latex pad the system had ever given him.
Ron had been preparing to stand and face the attack, but at that moment he abruptly stopped.
Instead he settled deeper into the soft embrace, turning his head slightly so his nose and cheek rubbed directly against the yielding flesh.
He nuzzled in quite enjoyably, finding the most fitting angle between the heavy mounds.
“Makino, you usually seem so conservative in your uniform… I didn’t expect you to be hiding something this soft and full.” Ron’s voice came out muffled against her breasts, openly teasing.
In this life-or-death moment, who had time to be shy?
Makino’s mind went blank; she even forgot about Ron’s true strength.
She simply closed her eyes tightly, determined that even if the entire place were razed, she would protect the man beneath her with her own body.
The continuous whistling of the cannonballs was really quite noisy.
Can’t even enjoy a morning tea in peace.
Damn it!
“Alright, alright, don’t worry.
I’m here.” Ron reached back and gave Makino’s firm, round butt a solid pat, his palm lingering for a moment to feel the soft give of her flesh.
Little Uta beside them was already scared silly, hands clamped tightly over her ears as she curled into a ball and shivered.
Ron reached out, grabbed the girl by the scruff of her neck, and stuffed her into Makino’s arms.
“Hold her tight.” His tone remained light.
Then he turned just enough to pinch Makino’s blushing cheeks, squeezing the soft flesh between his fingers.
“These bastards are making too much of a racket.
Don’t let the dust get in your eyes.”
Pulled and tugged by him, Makino tumbled onto the moisture-proof mat.
She subconsciously shielded Uta against her chest, the girl’s small body pressed between her full breasts.
Looking at the broad back of the man in front of her and listening to his casual complaints, the fear of the artillery fire completely melted away, replaced by an overflowing sense of security.
Once a woman falls in love, she is basically brainless.
Even if cannons were exploding right next to her ears, she would only find the moment strangely romantic.
Ron stood up.
His open white shirt flapped wildly in the gale, and his floral shorts slapped against his calves.
The cannonballs closed in to within fifty meters.
The shadow of death loomed over everyone present.
He exhaled a breath of stale air.
If he did not show these fishbowl-heads a thing or two, did they really think he was some wimp they could bully at will?
He did not intend to draw his sword.
Using a sword against this bottom-tier trash would be beneath him.
He raised his hands to his chest, his ten fingers flying.
The movement between his knuckles was so fast that only afterimages could be seen.
Chakra from the Naruto world, combined with the system’s top-tier Sword Intent.
The chakra transformed into a high-speed rotating vortex, rapidly compressing at his fingertips.
A domineering Sword Intent mixed into it, plating it with a layer of cold, sharp, and hard glimmer.
This was the first time these two different power systems were forcibly combined in his hands.
Under this brutal kneading, a violent power reaction was born.
The turf under his feet was largely scraped bald by invisible blades, and the gravel on the cliff edge all floated up.
Ron heavily crossed his hands together.
The air was stretched into hundreds and thousands of extremely thin white marks.
Raising his eyes, looking at those heavy, fiery cannonballs about to smash into his face, the mischievous urge from watching shonen anime in his past life rushed straight to his head.
It was a rare opportunity to unleash a major move.
If he did not shout a name, it would be a waste of this wave of sound and light special effects.
Ron’s right arm muscles bulged.
He swept one hand forward and shouted at the top of his lungs:
“Sage Art: Chakra Armament: Ultimate Invincible Spiral Sword Aura Big Slap!!”
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Author’s Note:
One Piece: The Lazy Brother of Luffy —
Dragon Ball: Oolong’s Sex Adventure
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Elements of Lust – ATLA & Korra Mixed Smut
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Doraemon: Filtering with Nobi Tamako
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The Naive Me Who Became Someone’s Everyday Secret
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High School DxD: Rias Gremory, the Phenex Bride
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