---This time, the host identity is:
Name: Umemira HanochiAge: 13Rank: CP7Faction: NavyDevil Fruit: Kujaku no mi - Zoan Peacock
Below are the memories of the host----
As soon as the system's voice finished, I hadn't even fully loaded this identity when my vision went dark.
It seems the system was running the memories of this person through my mind.
The memory started with a scream and crying.
" P-please, don't harm my daughter, she's only five years old, let her go!" — a woman's voice.
She was holding me, pleading to a group of pirates.
Then the sound of a door being broken down, several navy soldiers rushed in and rescued us.
My vision darkened again.
Opening my eyes, it looked like a green, refreshing mountain.
I was seeing from this person's perspective but couldn't control the body.
On my hands — or rather, my whole body — there were many wounds and bruises.
Not from being beaten.
But from training.
In my hand was a wooden sword.
I had trained so much that my hands were bleeding.
A gentle breeze carrying the scent of osmanthus flowers blew past...
My vision darkened again as if switching scenes in a movie.
"This secret mission is very important. Are you sure you want to entrust it to a little girl!?" — a harsh male voice.
"The CP7 agents we sent to Egghead so far have been useless."
"Can you send someone higher ranked?" — the voice got increasingly annoyed.
"Yes, think carefully," — another male voice interrupted but sounded calmer.
"Hiyana is an important figure. Although her father has retired, he still holds a lot of influence in the Navy," — the calmer man said nonchalantly.
The other man was silent.
"I believe Hanochi can handle it," — the silent man finally spoke, then footsteps walked away.
My vision darkened again...
"Hanochi, your task this time is to be on Git Island and protect Hiyana. You're probably aware of the commotion on Git Island, right?"
"Besides us, you only tell the other navy officers you are there to deal with the Figa pirate gang. Protecting Hiyana is a secret mission, understood?"
"There will be a ship coming to pick you up."
"Remember... DO NOT REVEAL YOUR IDENTITY to the civilians."
My vision darkened once more.
The bright lights from the bar and the shouts of thugs dragged me back to reality.
"HEY! GIRL! I'M TALKING TO YOU!" — the leader of the thugs yelled into my face.
"P-please don't be reckless," — the bar owner said timidly.
Ah, I'm in the memory so I don't know, probably calling me but I didn't respond so they got mad.
--- Ding ding, the host has finished watching the memories. The host can now use the powers of the body. Just imagine the techniques you want within the host's abilities ---
"LISTEN UP, KID! I'M WITH THE FIGA PIRATE CREW AND YOU'RE WANTED FOR 15 MILLION!"
"YOU'RE GETTING ON MY NERVES, KID, GET OUTTA HERE!" — he shouted so loud it nearly burst my eardrums.
But I still haven't gotten my orange juice yet, ugh.
I took a deep breath.
Get ready—ACTING
WAAAHHHH— WAAAHHHH— WAAAAAAHHHH---
I sat there crying.
Yep — that's right, just sitting there crying.
I thought to myself,
Heheh, my acting is too good. A 13-year-old girl getting yelled at and then crying loudly. No IDENTITY LEAK.
I cried quite loudly.
Normally, I'm very concerned about my dignity, but this—this body—is not really me.
So I just rolled with it, hehe.
The Figa pirates were stunned.
After a moment, the leader's forehead veins bulged.
"SHUT UP, KID!" — he shouted and threw a punch at me.
Wait!? Is there still any humanity left? This kid is only 13. So cruel, so cruel.
But I can't get beaten, and I can't reveal my identity either.
Too difficult.
SYSTEM, PLEASE HELP ME.
I stayed still. Whatever. One punch won't kill.
The expected pain didn't come.
I opened my eyes.
A fair-skinned, slender but strong hand grabbed the thug's wrist.
Then squeezed so hard it almost broke it.
Ouch— just looking at it hurts. Who is this?
Golden hair shining under the sunlight.
A sleek black suit.
"Huh—"