Chương 92: Part 10 - Who ordered sushi? 14/??
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ATTENTION PLEASE
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First
If any of you remember, or have checked, I was also working on a few different translations. One for HP x Naruto and other one for Marvel.
I want to continue releasing them, but only one of them right now.
So just comment anything for the fanfic that you want to continue.
Harry Poter: The chosen ones
or
Symbiote, Stoned world
For both of them, a few chapters are available, so you can check the first part of both
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Second.
I please consider supporting with power stones. Starting from next week for each 200 stone, there will be an extra chapter.
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Thats all for now, just enjoy the chapter
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At that moment, the fish-men, shocked by Johnny's actions, finally started to react. Their long lives of safety had clearly made them complacent. Moreover, despite his anxious subordinates, Arlong didn't even bother to get up from his lounge chair. Sitting surrounded by his crew, who blocked his view of everything that was happening, he didn't even realize what had occurred.
Yosaku, noticeably more energetic after Johnny's explanation, took the initiative and scattered the fish-men crowding around them like bowling pins. And before Arlong could do anything, Yosaku delivered a powerful kick to his jaw with an iron-toed boot. An ordinary person would have had their jaw completely shattered, if not their entire head, but instead, Arlong was sent flying. He soared a good twenty meters through the air, crashed through the concrete wall that surrounded Arlong Park, and flew straight into the forest. There was the sound of crunching, a loud crack, several large flocks of birds took off into the sky, and then, before everyone's eyes, a few palm trees slowly began to topple to the ground.
"Nice flight," Johnny approved of his friend's actions.
"ARLONG-SAN!!!" the surrounding fish-men cried out in unison. Half of them rushed toward the hole in the wall, while the other half, hurling curses and threats, attacked the guys.
Johnny and Yosaku took about five seconds to clearly demonstrate to the attacking fish-men how foolish it was to openly assault them. A significant portion of Arlong Park was instantly littered with the unconscious bodies of Arlong's pirates.
"I have to admit, he has an incredibly strong jaw," Yosaku said nonchalantly, as if the attacking crowd of fish-men had never existed. Moreover, he had already picked up Arlong's lounge chair and raised it over his head. "Feels like I hit a steel block. Look, even the iron is slightly bent," Yosaku demonstrated by slightly moving his right foot to show Johnny the slightly dented iron tip of his boot.
"I hope he didn't die from that hit," Johnny said, glancing at the boot Yosaku had shown him. "That would be such a disappointment!"
"If he did die from that hit, he wouldn't have been able to show us anything interesting anyway."
"Don't worry, a hit like that won't kill Arlong," Nami reassured the guys as they approached her. "Now put the lounge chair here," she pointed to the shade under the umbrella next to a blue bag. "And try not to kill everyone too quickly. I've waited eight years for this day and want to enjoy it properly," Nami added as she settled into the lounge chair and, lowering her hand, opened the bag. The bag turned out to be a cooler with several bottles of beer. Taking one of the bottles, she twisted off the cap and took a sip. "Ah, nice! Now you can start, I'm ready to watch the show," she waved her hand imperiously towards the fish-men.
Nami really looked like she had come to the beach to relax. Johnny and Yosaku exchanged silent glances, but before either of them could speak, the noise near the gate caught their attention. Turning their heads, the trio saw a crowd of village residents, mostly armed with pitchforks and homemade spears—kitchen knives tied to the ends of long wooden handles. The people had a rather combative demeanor, but Johnny, Yosaku, and Nami found them only amusing — like a bunch of little kids deciding to play war. Not knowing the real world, they seriously believed that their "toothpicks" could actually help them. Well, perhaps if they were up against a pair of —literally!— regular fish-men, they might have had some chance.
"Nojiko, come here!" Nami called out cheerfully, waving to her sister.
"Nami?!" Nojiko's eyes widened in surprise. "What… what are you doing?"
Johnny and Yosaku barely suppressed a groan of despair as Nami tilted her head to the side and put on that painfully familiar look of embarrassment.
"I'm sitting in a lounge chair, enjoying a cold beer, preparing to watch a show," Nami said slowly, as if unsure that her interlocutor would understand otherwise.
"Looks like Nami decided to independently fill our cup of Luffyocy, which has been rather empty lately for understandable reasons," Johnny sighed heavily, watching the exchange between the two sisters.
"Luffyocy?!" Yosaku stared at him.
"Luffy's idiocy, that is, Luffyocy."
"...You know, there's something to that abbreviation."
"Yeah, but I'm a bit worried about what comes next."
"What do you mean?" Yosaku didn't catch his friend's drift.
"I mean, we already have Luffyfication, and now with a little help from me, we've got Luffyocy. What's next? It seems like some form of Luffianism is just begging to be coined."
"Haha! Like, 'Adventure on, my children, for in this is Life,' or something like that?" Yosaku laughed heartily.
"Just that the flock will definitely have problems —those who don't die immediately will die later!" Johnny also laughed.
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