Click—
The slash tore through the air, slicing both Jerry and a massive tree into pieces.
"What's the point of being invisible? You've forgotten that people have Observation Haki. What's the use if they can still sense you?" Tom covered his head speechlessly.
Since when did Jerry start acting like his older cousin—big on muscle, short on brains?
Rumble~
The fallen tree was suddenly pushed open, and a mouse carrying a milk bowl grew larger and larger.
One meter...two meters...five meters...ten meters...twenty meters!
Jerry dropped the potion that he had drunk completely, and a twenty-meter giant rat appeared.
Tom invented all kinds of things, and Jerry was no exception.
A potion that makes people grow bigger is one of them.
"Itto-ryu: Giant Rat Slash!"
An enlarged Western sword materialized in Jerry's hand, and with a mighty swing, a colossal sword energy wave tore through the forest.
Hundreds of jungle-dwelling orangutans screeched and scattered in all directions.
"I recognize you with this kind of power!" Hawkeye raised his hand and slashed.
The enlarged version of Jerry allows him to chop more efficiently.
Next, in just two hours, Jerry was dismembered 546 times, flattened into meatloaf 56 times, chopped into strips 366 times, and cut into thin strips 142 times...
But no matter how gruesome the injuries, no matter how many times Hawkeye cut him down, Jerry and his weapon always returned to their original state in an instant.
...
The setting sun bathed the battlefield in a crimson glow.
Black Sword Yoru pointed at Jerry as Hawkeye's deep voice echoed, "That's enough, Mouse. You don't yet have the talent to defeat me."
"Accept the title of Immortal Swordsman and roam the seas. Keep chasing me—until the day you believe you can defeat me."
"Tom, if I can't kill this mouse today, I won't compete with you. I will do it next time."
After saying this, Hawkeye put away the black sword and walked back to the castle with a steady pace, without a trace of dust on his clothes.
But there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.
On the sea, there is another interesting opponent,
Besides Tom, this was the second creature that he couldn't kill.
Swordsmanship is no longer a lonely path.
…
My name is Ron—Marlon Ron.
I'm a spy for the World Government.
But today, I'm facing the toughest challenge of my career.
"Big brother, big brother~ Do you want to walk with your butt? I can walk with my butt~"
On the busy streets, Nohara Shinnosuke trailed behind me like a loyal follower.
Ron lowered his peaked cap as much as possible so that the people around him wouldn't pay much attention to him.
Are you kidding me? I'm a spy, assigned to monitor West Blue's activities in crowded places. I'm supposed to blend in, not be the center of attention!
"What the hell is with this brat?! Why won't he leave me alone?!" The man cursed in his heart.
Because of Shinnosuke, many eyes have been focused here.
For a spy, being noticed means that he is not far away from being discovered.
"Damn you brat!"
Ron cursed secretly, took the opportunity to get into the crowd, and quickly shuttled through the dense crowd, trying to get rid of Shinnosuke.
Did I lose him?
The man lowered his peaked cap with one hand and secretly turned around to observe.
"Big brother, big brother! Why are you running so fast? Are you in a hurry to meet your girlfriend?"
"How...how did you catch up???"
Ron was trapped. With the speed of a child, he shouldn't be able to compete with him.
Ron was right about one thing—except he overlooked a crucial detail.
This wasn't just any kid.
This was Nohara Shinnosuke.
Taking a deep breath to suppress his rising blood pressure, Ron crouched down and forced a friendly smile.
"Hey, little guy, why are you following me?"
"Because you're the ugliest person on the whole street, big brother," Shinnosuke replied innocently.
Ron really wanted to slap this unfortunate kid to death!
If he weren't in West Blue, in the middle of a spy mission, this kid wouldn't live to see the sunrise.
"What an honest little boy," Ron said through gritted teeth, patting Shinnosuke's head. "Tell you what, how about I buy you some ice cream? Then you go on your way, okay?"
"Ice cream? Yay, yay!"
At the ice cream counter, Shinnosuke's excitement was out of control. "I want this! And this! Oh, and this one too!"
"Alright, little guy, here you go—ten scoops of ice cream."
"Thank you, pretty lady!"
Shinnosuke beamed, taking his towering ice cream and sitting by the roadside to enjoy it.
"Fortunately, this damn kid is easy to get rid of." Ron paid the money and left quietly.
He paid and quietly slipped away.
But after just a few steps, he felt a familiar presence behind him.
His eye twitched. No… it can't be…
Gritting his teeth, he turned around slowly.
"Why are you following me again?!"
Shinnosuke held up his ice cream with a serious expression.
"Mom said you shouldn't take things for free."
Ron narrowed his eyes. What's this kid up to now?
"Don't you want to go on a date with that big sister? I can help you!"
"I don't need your help! Go home to your mother!" Ron snapped, his patience wearing thin.
"And who told you I was going on a date?!"
He swore that he had never met such a disgusting child.
"Well, big brother, since you weren't going on a date, why were you leaving in such a hurry just now?"
"Oh~ I get it. You got dumped!"
Ron's eye twitches violently.
"Don't be sad," Shinnosuke patted his shoulder sympathetically. "When you reach my age, you'll realize women are just passing clouds."
"Here, I'll treat you to some ice cream." Shinnosuke handed over the half-eaten ice cream.
Suddenly, Shinnosuke stumbled accidentally, and all the ice cream in his hand hit the man's pants.
"Ouch." Shinnosuke patted the dirt on his pants and stood up, "Sorry, big brother! Let me clean it for you!"
Shinnosuke dug around in his pocket and pulled out a smelly sock.
He didn't know who was wearing these smelly socks. The moment he smelled them, Ron felt as if he was being choked by a giant python.
The stench was indescribable—like a skunk that had gorged on durian and stinky tofu, died, and then been tossed into a septic tank to ferment for nearly a hundred days before being fished out.
Ron felt like he was being strangled by the Grim Reaper himself and almost fainted.
"Go away!" Ron couldn't bear it anymore and slapped Shinnosuke and his stinky socks away.
"Huh? Did that man just hit a child?"
"Wait, isn't that Shin-chan? I know his father—he's a good man!"
"Go and see what's going on, but don't hit the child."
Within seconds, a curious crowd gathered around Ron and Shinnosuke, pointing fingers and whispering.
"You're a grown man hitting a child? Shame on you!"
"Yeah, where's your conscience?"
"Oops!"
Ron reacted belatedly, and found that he was surrounded, and his clothes were wet with cold sweat in an instant.
Damn it!
If this escalates and the authorities arrive, they might uncover his identity as a World Government spy!
Just then, a familiar voice rang out.
"Eh? Isn't that Shin-chan?"
It was Nohara Misae, Shinnosuke's mother—approaching with a shopping bag in hand.
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