I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

Often behind the extreme conceit lies a fragmented inferiority complex.

How arrogant you are in front of people, how fragile you are behind people.

So fragile that even a casual word from others can destroy the entire inner defense line.

This big boy who is hard to hurt with a sword has already been riddled with holes in his heart.

How can thunderbolts be as terrifying as people's hearts?

The guy in front of him who claims to be a god is just wrapping himself in a layer of mystification and using religion to avoid it.

But if things go on like this, the big boy who lives deep in his heart and loves machines may disappear forever in a corner where he cannot see the light.

"Hey, Robin, could this be the Enilo we're looking for?" Garp, who picked up a cloud mouse again, couldn't help but add another sentence after seeing the terrified actions of Bika Toll and the girl's actions. Mouth.

"..."

This is the first time Robin knows what a pig teammate is.

Enilu's face immediately darkened, and he slowly raised his index finger to the "First Priest" he promised earlier.

"You lied to me?"

Questioning words, sure tone.

"...Can I explain?"

"Thirty thousand volts rice wife" the Thunderbolt fruit ability user looked indifferent, and the lightning shot out from his wrist suddenly,

Garp's reaction was quicker, and the moment he sensed that the other party raised his hand, he grabbed Robin's body and blocked the blow.

He looked at the scorched cloud mouse with some distress, but fortunately the blow did not land on the girl behind him: "Hey, boy, if you hurt her, that calf-protecting guy Sakaski will definitely not Let me take her out to play again."

"I am a god! No one can disobey the god of command." Thunder God, who had tasted the taste of betrayal for the first time, roared.

What answered him was an oncoming black iron fist.

Seeing that the opponent's body was covered with scorched marks caused by electric circuits, Enilo sneered in his heart and spread his arms, waiting for the opponent's suicide attack.

"Hmph, physical attacks can't deal with me... eh?!"

"boom!"

The natural ability user who doesn't even have the most basic defensive parry forcefully swallowed a domineering hardened iron fist, which is currently the navy's number one armed force capable of fighting the emperor.

"What a weak god..." Garp looked very confused, holding the deliciously roasted cloud mouse leg in one hand, while the other hand was still in the pose of a friendly fist.

And Lord Thor, who was punched on the deck, is at a critical moment of doubting his life.

Enilu's eyes went dark, and he couldn't understand why this unreliable foodie old man could hurt himself until he was in a coma.

"This is the iron fist of love!"

Karp shook his head, this year's young natural ability users are not good, from Smoker in the headquarters to this young man who can fall to the ground with a single punch.

You know, he deliberately restrained his strength.

234. Robin, I'm Not Human anymore

Robin covered his eyes with an expression of not being able to bear to look directly.

You know, whether it's the unsmiling Sakalski, or Kuzan, who she gets along with the least pressure, they all look unlucky when talking about the power of Mr. Garp's iron fist.

Even when asking about this matter, Kuzan, who had served on the Cap ship, showed a rare look of fear on his always confused face. And this ferocious iron fist smeared his face, it hurts to look at it seriously.

"Lieutenant General Garp! That's not how the plan came about!!!" Although the opponent is very capable and has a high military rank, the girl couldn't help but complain about the disruptive behavior of the pig teammate.

Trying to tear off the skin of the Cloud Rat's legs that had been scorched black by lightning, Uncle Garp was pleasantly surprised to find that most of them could still go into his mouth.

The naval hero, who prefers to break the game than to set up the game, is now full of cloud rat barbecue, and quibbles vaguely: "Hahaha, don't care. You see, our original plan was to use as gentle means as possible to solve the problem peacefully. Enel's question, I just skipped the steps and got the answer directly."

Garp's unconventional playing of cards is indeed a headache, but what is even more troublesome is how to deal with Enilo, a machinist who pretends to be a ghost.

Robin looked at the dead Tsundere embedded in the deck with complicated eyes: "What should I do now? A person with a strong natural ability who has lived in a discriminatory environment since childhood, let alone a mind full of second thoughts. Just beat him up like this I'm worried that something will happen to Bika."

"Then you can't kill him, right? He didn't do anything wrong." Although the beating was quite fun, Garp obviously still had his own professional creed when it came to his position. The self-proclaimed reliable adult male looked at the small piece of cloud rat meat left in his hand, and had an epiphany on the spot. "Okay, let's do it like this! Then the [useful] nature-type ability user will of course be tied back to the headquarters, and the old man will slowly train him to become..." Sakaski's brat is always thinking about it. Poaching people, and he, Mr. Garp, can intercept a good seed when he goes out for a walk, isn't it a judgment?

Besides, he certainly didn't want to let go of the person who roasted meat in an instant. Don't throw away the Enilo that can discharge, the dog next door will cry.

Killing two birds with one stone is a hero who solves problems.

Listening to Uncle Garp's terrible speech, Robin couldn't help feeling sorry for Uncle Sengoku - how did you get along with such a bastard calmly for decades!

Kapoor repeatedly called out to the sailors watching the show on the deck: "Come on, a bunch of bastards! Handcuff him with sea stones and send him to the infirmary."

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"Huh? This is it?" The iron-headed god barely opened his swollen eyelids, looking at the surrounding environment. His memory seemed to be fragmented, and the last scene was on the black fist that was getting closer and closer. Oh, it was beaten.

Gan!

Anilu finally connected the memories of the event and the event. The woman in Qinghai tricked him into boarding the boat, and now the feeling of powerlessness all over his body perfectly confirmed his conjecture——that inconspicuous old thing must be Hit him with the fist holding Hailoushi.

"Don't think too much, the Hailou stone shackles are just to prevent you from losing your temper when you wake up." A somewhat familiar female voice came from above Ainilu's head.

Immediately, the girl with the pleasant fragrance of flowers appeared in his vision. The mechanical house that lost its [divine power] opened its mouth, as if wanting to reprimand something.

His fierce eyes fixed on this cute girl with a wheat-like complexion, and it seemed that he wanted to eat her alive. The two looked at each other for a long time, Enilu sighed lightly, but he didn't lose his temper after all, but turned his head and muttered in a low voice: "You liar."

And Robin had an unconcealable smile in his eyes, as if admiring Karp's masterpiece: "I found that your temper seems to have improved a little after being imprisoned by Hailoushi."

Although he couldn't tell whether the other party was mocking or boasting about himself, Enilo still seemed very calm. This young man who lacked love seemed to believe that bad luck was coming: "What do you plan to do next? Put me in Bika Quan beheaded before the eyes of the people on the island?"

"Bika?" Robin seemed to hear something funny, turned around and pulled up the blinds of the infirmary: "We are now on our way back to Qinghai."

"..."

Anilu opened his eyes wide at this moment, but he seemed to immediately think of something.

He raised his wrist, which was tightly held by handcuffs, with self-deprecation, and his words were full of frustration: "Do you want me to be your slave? Or a unique exhibit?"

"Don't be funny, don't you want to study electrical and mechanical engineering? We have the best scientific research team." Robin leaned down and poked the guy with persecution paranoia, comforting him with his own black-bellied jokes Enilo: "Nature is not a rare animal in the Navy Headquarters. The smoke man, the ice man, the flash man, the magma man... If you want to be an exhibit, you have to be numbered."

Seeing the other party not only remained indifferent, but even turned his eyes away. Robin was not discouraged either. He crossed his hands behind his back, and leaned forward with half of his body in front of the Lord God: "Anilu, are you angry with me?"

"fraud..."

"I am a certified naturalist from the Navy Headquarters," Robin reminded thoughtfully.