One Piece: Honey Badger Speedruns the World

Swish!

Before she finished speaking, Mia had already moved.

She didn't need Armand's countdown. The Mink's explosive stomping force created a crack in the ground, and she transformed into a silver lightning bolt crackling with electricity, instantly leaping in front of Armand!

Two renowned swords, imbued with basic Armament Haki, whistled through the air as they slashed towards Amand's long neck from the left and right.

This attack was so fast that even moonlight couldn't catch up with it.

however.

Ding.

A crisp, almost imperceptible sound.

Armand didn't even move his feet, he just slightly turned his wrist.

The famous sword, named White Fish, drew an extremely slow yet incredibly precise arc, easily wedging itself in the path that Mia's twin swords were bound to take.

"Too hasty."

Armand, a cigarette dangling from his lips, lazily gazed at Mia, who was standing inches away, even having the leisure to exhale a smoke ring into Mia's face: "A sword isn't necessarily stronger the faster you swing it."

"Hmm!"

Mia's pupils contracted sharply.

She felt as if her twin blades had plunged into a viscous swamp. Even though her opponent's movements seemed so slow, no matter how hard she tried, the blades couldn't advance an inch!

"Watch closely, little kitty. This is what you call a slash."

A cold glint flashed in Armand's narrow eyes.

There was no earth-shattering explosion; she simply gripped the hilt of the knife and slowly, steadily pushed it forward.

"Master Sword Technique: Slow Waltz"

*Pfft!*

A sharp pain instantly shot through Mia's shoulder.

She clearly saw the trajectory and her body had already made a dodge movement, but the knife was like a persistent leech, cutting through her defenses at an illogically slow pace.

Blood splattered.

Mia groaned as she was sent flying by the seemingly gentle but actually heavy force, crashing heavily into the wooden pillar of the dojo.

"Ha ha……"

Mia clutched the wound on her shoulder, blood staining her fur. She stared in shock at the tall, slender figure standing in the moonlight.

"Why..." Mia gritted her teeth, "even though it's so slow..."

"Because your domineering aura is empty."

Armand slowly sheathed his sword half an inch, producing a crisp metallic scraping sound, his tone as cold as ice: "You've only covered the blade with a layer of aura, but you haven't infused it with the will to kill me."

That kind of light, airy domineering aura, tangible yet intangible, couldn't even be blown away by my cigarette ash.

She looked up, her huge wide-brimmed hat casting a shadow: "If this is all you've got, then you don't deserve your two knives. You might as well hand them over to me."

"Shut up!!"

Mia's beastly eyes narrowed instantly. First Snag, then Smoothie, and finally Amand.

These monsters from all over the world relentlessly crushed him.

She had promised to protect her brother, but the opponents were getting stronger and stronger, leaving her with only a sense of powerlessness.

Sizzle... Boom!

An even more violent surge of electricity erupted from Mia's body, a sign that the Mink Tribe's potential had been fully unleashed. But this time, she didn't rush out.

Mia closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and forcibly suppressed the restlessness in her heart.

She began to recall Armand's stab.

Slow... because it's heavy.

Slow... is to accumulate all the power at the moment of contact.

"call……"

When Mia opened her eyes again, the anxiety in them had disappeared, replaced by an extreme calmness like that of a wild beast before its hunt.

The twin swords in her hands were once again covered in black.

But this time, the black layer was no longer a thin film on the surface; it was imbued with a sharp will.

Armand raised an eyebrow, his hand holding the cigarette pausing in mid-air. "Oh? Your expression has changed."

"Take this!"

Mia whispered.

The next second, she disappeared.

It's no longer a fancy teleportation, but a single step that silently cracks the ground.

She gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands in reverse, lowering her body to the extreme, like a black panther flying close to the ground, compressing all her strength, speed, static electricity, and domineering aura into this one strike.

Om-! !

A muffled rumble of thunder seemed to echo in the air.

For the first time, Armand showed a serious expression.

Instead of using one hand, she quickly spat out the cigarette, gripped the long handle of the "White Fish" with both hands, and swung it up from below with a simple, unadorned strike!

when!!!!

The two powerful auras collided violently in mid-air. The air instantly exploded, pulverizing all the surrounding discarded wooden figures!

The standoff lasted for a full three seconds.

Bang!

A figure was sent flying backward, sliding across the ground for more than ten meters before finally coming to a stop. It was Mia.

Her hands were cracked at the base of her thumbs, both knives were trembling slightly, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth. She looked utterly disheveled.

but.

Across from her, Armand, who had remained motionless the entire time, slowly raised her hand. She touched her enormous wide-brimmed hat.

pat.

One corner of the hat brim was neatly cut off and fell to the ground.

There was still a faint smell of burnt food at the cut.

The dojo fell into a deathly silence.

A few seconds later, Armand's perpetually icy face revealed a slight, genuine smile at the corners of his mouth.

Clang.

The famous sword "White Fish" has been returned to its sheath.

"You passed."

Armand pulled out another cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, and turned to walk towards the juice tower, leaving only his tall, slender back view.

"Although you are still very inexperienced, at least now you are qualified to hold those two knives."

"Practice hard, little kitty. Otherwise, I might come and take those two good knives away anytime."

Mia leaned on her knife, panting heavily, watching Armand's departing figure.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, looking at the piece of hat brim that had been cut off on the ground, her beastly eyes gleaming in the moonlight.

"Next time... it won't just be the brim."

……

The following afternoon, in Qimi Town.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains and stung Goss's eyelids.

He suddenly opened his eyes; his years of vigilance made him instantly roll out of bed. It was too quiet.

Goss pulled back the curtains and looked toward the harbor.

"..."

In that instant, Goss's pupils contracted sharply. It was empty.

It's half empty.

The "Saint Germa," which resembles an iron fortress, remains quietly anchored in the harbor.

But Franpe's ship, which was originally moored next to it with a pink balloon flag, has vanished into thin air!

"Damn it!"

Goss's face turned ashen; he grabbed his coat and stormed out of the room.

Downstairs, the crocodile-man Thorton was scratching his head, looking bewildered, holding a pink letter in his hand. Seeing Goss come down, he quickly handed it to him: "Captain! You're awake? A very fast messenger just brought this..."

Goss snatched the letter from him.

Above it was an extremely exaggerated heart, and a line of crooked, mischievous words:

"Oh dear~ Big brother was sleeping so soundly, he hadn't gotten up yet this afternoon, so I kindly took Germa to my boat and delivered him to his mother! You're welcome! — My dearest little sister Franpei"

Goss crumpled the letter in his hand into a ball of trash in an instant, his face ashen.

Charlotte Flampe!

……

At the same time, on the deck of the "Cute Sister" ship, which was sailing away from the waters of Qimi Town.

The sea breeze howled.

The little girl, Charlotte Flampe, wearing a strange dress that looked like an inflatable balloon, was floating in mid-air, chewing bubble gum and looking smugly at the Germa family who were drinking tea on the deck.

"Hehehe! That's so easy! It's practically effortless!"

Flampe blew a giant pink bubble and spun around excitedly: "If I bring this ship back to Mom, Katakuri will definitely praise me as the most capable little sister! I can also become... the greatest contributor!"

"Hmph, don't be too happy yet."

A deep, hoarse voice came from the shadows.

With heavy footsteps, a massive figure carrying a giant scimitar emerged. He clutched a handful of crispy roasted potatoes, taking large bites while his sinister gaze fixed on the receding Seven Honey Town.

It was Charlotte Snag, one of the four Sweet Commanders.

"Brother Snag!"

Franpe floated down, boasting, "See! I told you that newcomer was an idiot! He was still sleeping soundly at the hotel, didn't even know he'd left!"

"This is the effect I wanted."

Snag's lips curled into a sinister smirk:

"Listen, Franpe. When you get back, you must proclaim it loudly in front of your mother and all the ministers—that you worked so hard to bring them back, and that the person in charge named Goss completely abandoned his duty of guarding them."

Snag narrowed his eyes, his jealousy and scheming undisguised: "If he's the one escorting the ship back, that's a triumph."

But if we brought the boat back while he was sleeping, that would be a serious dereliction of duty on his part!

"A newbie who just joined and already dares to be so arrogant, even trying to climb over my head..."

Snag crunched the fried potato in his mouth, making a loud crunching sound: "I'll twist his head off and make a snack in front of Mom."

"Hehehe! Snag is so naughty~"

Franpe covered her mouth and chuckled mischievously, "But I like it! That Goss looks at people so irritatingly, it's good that he's in trouble!"

……

Qimi Town.

Goss thought of a more serious problem. Mia and Carrot hadn't returned yet.

Goss gritted his teeth, conjuring up a sinister political conspiracy in his mind:

"On the surface, it's an invitation to visit, but in reality, it's a hostage situation..."

Goss had already pictured Mia being tortured by Smoothie, or Carrot being squeezed dry.

We must strike first!

……

at the same time.

Juice tower, luxurious bedroom.

"Snoring...snoring..."

On a huge, soft pink bed, the tall, incredibly long-legged Juice Minister Charlotte Smoothie was sprawled out on her side, fast asleep without a care in the world.

And in her arms, being held tightly like a pillow, was Carrot.

"Ugh...it's so tight...I can't breathe..."

Carrot struggled in her sleep, her little face flushed red from being squeezed. Smoothie seemed to be dreaming of something fun, burying her face in Carrot's furry neck and rubbing against it, muttering, "So soft...so cute...you can't even get juice from this..."

Castle Terrace

A gentle morning breeze blew by. Mia sat on a chair on the terrace, holding a cup of expensive fine black tea, looking utterly helpless.

Opposite her, Armand, known as "Madam Ghost," was unusually shed from her sinister aura, holding an exquisite whetstone and intently... maintaining Mia's two knives.

"You're using the wrong knife oil."

Armand carefully wiped Izayoi's blade, his tone like that of a stern yet caring mentor: "This kind of famous sword needs to be maintained with sea king fat oil. I'll give you two bottles later."

"Um... Lord Armand."

Mia awkwardly put down her teacup. "I should go back now."

"What's the rush?"

Armand didn't even look up, a rare hint of gentleness playing on her lips: "What's there to worry about with that honey badger? Why don't you stay? I'd like to discuss the principles of maintaining a famous sword with you some more. It's rare to encounter a talented female swordsman..."

……

Qimi Town.

Completely unaware of the truth, Goss is in a state of extreme paranoia.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Goss tore a relatively intact mirror off the wall, placed it on the table, and slammed it against the surface.

"Hey! Brûlée! Come out!"

"I know you're in there! Stop playing dead!"

However, the mirror didn't react. All that was reflected was Goss's furious face.

Soton, who was standing next to him, scratched his chin, which was covered with hard scales, and chimed in with a childish voice.

"Feed him/her out!"

"That cool, powerful sea monster with the Grim Reaper mark on her face~"

Goss: "...?"

Om-! !

As soon as the words were spoken, a shy ripple suddenly appeared on the previously lifeless mirror surface.

Immediately afterwards, a hand tentatively emerged from the mirror, not attacking Soton, but shyly covering its own cheek.

Brulee's originally sharp and piercing voice now sounded somewhat affected and languid:

"I...I hate it~"

"What Death Mark... proof of being injured... But you little crocodile have quite the eye~ Hehehe~"

The mirror rippled, and Charlotte Brûlée, cradling her scarred face like a little girl being praised, emerged from the mirror, her eyes filled with loving affection as she looked at Thornton.

"Since you've so sincerely begged me, then I'll reluctantly come out to see you~"

She even awkwardly adjusted her long purple dress, preparing to chat a bit more with this little crocodile who only had eyes.

Snapped.

A large hand ruthlessly pressed down on Brulee's shoulder, instantly shattering the eerie atmosphere.

"We can catch up later." "Since you're out, open the door for me."

Brûlée paused for a moment, then instinctively asked, "Open the door? Where to?"

Goss stared into her eyes and uttered the name, word by word:

"Take me to see Charlotte Katakuri."

These words were like a bucket of liquid nitrogen poured over Brulee's burning heart.

"……ha?!"

Bruy's shy expression froze instantly, then turned into extreme terror.