Gululu…
Mr. 3, who almost drowned, was fished out by the navy and handcuffed.
Also caught on the warship was Mr. 3’s partner, Miss. Golden Week.
The little girl was still sleeping in a daze. When she opened her eyes for no reason, she found that she had fallen into the sea. After taking a few mouthfuls of salty sea water, she was finally rescued by the navy and put on the ship.
All the paint has been melted away by the sea water, and Miss. Golden Week is now no different from an ordinary ten-year-old girl.
As an esper, Mr. 3 has long since lost all combat effectiveness and is lying on the deck of Saitama's warship spitting water like a whale.
"It's indeed them."
Robin glanced at them, and then turned his attention to Saitama: "Although I already knew that you were very strong, now it seems that the surprise seems a little bigger... You are a bit ridiculously strong, Mr. Major General."
Saitama didn't even turn around, squatting in front of the two of them and taking a closer look: "It's just because it's too powerful that it bothers me..."
"oh?"
Robin asked curiously: "You are so powerful, is there anything else that can trouble you?"
"Yes, I have… "
Saitama said casually: "No matter how powerful you are, it's nothing extraordinary... There are also things that you can't do no matter what."
Robin raised an eyebrow: "For example?"
Saitama was silent for a while, then turned back with an unnatural look on his face: "...such as hair."
Robin was startled for a moment, then smiled: "Ha... you have a great sense of humor, Mr. Major General."
"No, actually I'm very boring..."
Saitama waved his hand, squatted in front of Miss Golden Week, glanced at the drawing board on her waist, and asked tentatively: "Are you... the Miss Golden Week who can use colors to influence other people's emotions?"
Miss. Golden Week blinked: "It's me."
Next to him, Daschi whispered in Saitama's ear: "Mr. Saitama, her expression is very similar to yours..."
indeed.
This little girl also remained expressionless.
Seems pretty lazy.
"Because I don't like this job."
Miss. Golden Week answered Daschi's question expressionlessly: "I just want to be a painter, but I can't quit this job, so I can't laugh. I just hope that I can rest and eat senbei after finishing work early." "
"It's not easy for children in this world to have to work at such a young age..."
Saitama clasped his hands on his chest with some emotion, and then said to Miss. Golden Week: "Then, can you try using other colors to affect my feelings? Are there any colors that can make people passionate or diligent?"
Miss. Golden Week shook the messy palette: "The hot-blooded orange can inspire people, but all my paints were washed away by the sea water. I have to go to the next town to buy new paints."
"Huh? Is it just paint that can be bought everywhere?"
Next to him, Dasqi exclaimed: "You can use ordinary paint to affect other people's emotions. Sure enough, there are many incredible things in this world."
"This is my innate ability..."
Miss. Golden Week put down the palette and looked around: "So... Excuse me, have you caught a sea otter and a bald eagle?"
Robin raised his eyebrows slightly: "Unfortunate combination? Did they come together too?"
"Well, they are here to assist us."
Miss. Golden Week nodded: "If we don't catch them, the news of our failure will soon be passed back to the boss. Next time, Mr. 1 and Mr. 2 may come to assassinate you. They are very powerful." , please be careful.”
"Ah... it's endless..."
Dasqi said with a headache: "If so many people come, there will be no rooms or sea-floor stone handcuffs on the warship to detain them... Although the situation has been explained to the headquarters, it will probably take a few days for the support troops to arrive in Ala. Bastan.”
Mr.3, who was lying on the deck pretending to be dead, quietly opened his eyes.
These guys...
How confident are you
He was ready to arrange a prison cell for people without even considering how strong the assassin was.
But that’s right…
That bald head is incredibly strong.
Even the boss might not be his opponent...
…
"Mr.3, are you awake?"
Suddenly, Robin's red lips opened slightly: "Devil Fruit users will not reduce a person's physical condition. Even if they drown, they will not be unconscious for so long."
Hearing this, the navy's attention shifted to Mr. 3.
Seeing that he could no longer dress, Mr. 3 had to sit up from the deck.
"Miss. All Sunday..."
Mr. 3 pushed up his glasses with both hands and asked in a deep voice: "I originally thought you were an internal agent arranged by the boss, but now it seems that I was mistaken... Can you tell me? Why are you on the navy ship?"
Robin took a sip of coffee, leaned back on the chair, and said leisurely: "If you want to say why, of course it's because I was caught."
"Who are you lying to!?"
Mr.3 angrily raised the handcuffs on his wrists and said angrily: "We are also prisoners, but our treatment is too bad!?" But then he lost strength because of Hailoushi and collapsed again. On the ground: "Ah... I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."
Now that he's awake, he doesn't need to be rescued anymore.
Dasqi said to the surrounding marines: "Lock him up."
After receiving the order, the navy immediately grabbed Mr. 3 and took him to the cell.
Seeing Mr. 3 being taken away, Miss. Golden Week also stood up and stretched out a pair of small hands.
Dasqi was stunned for a moment and did not react: "...you?"
There was no trace of fear on Miss Golden Week's face, and she said matter-of-factly: "I am also an accomplice. Although I did not commit a direct crime, I did assist Mr. 3, so please arrest me too."
"this… "
Dasqi couldn't bear it: "But you are still a child..."
Miss. Golden Week shook her head: "A crime is a crime, and being young is no reason to evade legal sanctions."
Taschi didn't know how to deal with it anymore, and turned to Saitama beside him for help.
Of course Saitama could understand the desire and plea in her eyes.
ah…
There is really no way.
Even if you are not good at speaking, you still have to stand up for yourself.
"you're right… "
Saitama looked at Miss. Golden Week seriously: "A crime is a crime. Age, personality, experience, etc. cannot be used as a reason to hurt others... So, let me ask you, are all criminal activities done out of your own will? "
Miss. Golden Week shook her head: "No."
"Then, this is the punishment..."
Saitama nodded, stretched out his hand and flicked Miss. Golden Week's forehead with his index finger, and then said with a smile: "Go and do what you want to do. If I see you in a criminal organization again next time, I will kill you." There will be no mercy.”
Miss. Golden Week was stunned for a moment, and then a smile appeared on her face for the first time.
"thanks, I will!"
(End of chapter)