Chapter Six: The Spiritual Mentor Roya! Lingling and Kaido!
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Katakuri barreled down the streets of Honeycomb Island like a locomotive, his long legs almost spinning like wheels. The hard soles of his shoes scraped sparks against the ground. Roya hopped along behind him like a little frog—there was no other way, since his height was only half of Katakuri’s and his legs were only half as long. To catch up, he had to rely on jumping.
Though his posture was far from graceful, Roya’s face was filled with rapture the entire time.
“So delicious, Katakuri.”
The deeper the love in one’s heart, the more intense the high-quality black aura released when that love is hurt.
Though the quantity was small, to Roya it was a rare delicacy.
This sensation of both body and soul slowly transforming intoxicated Roya every time.
Yet, while reveling in it, Roya reminded himself: intoxication was enough; he must not become obsessed.
Otherwise, sooner or later, he would become a restless spirit controlled by his own power.
Roya followed directly behind Katakuri as they made a beeline for the harbor.
Honeycomb Island’s port was bustling—after all, the number of pirates gathered on this island numbered in the hundreds of thousands. Excluding permanent residents, many pirates came and went daily. Otherwise, where would Roya’s feasts come from?
In a corner of the harbor, a few thugs were celebrating.
“Hahaha! Now that guy Katakuri won’t dare act arrogantly anymore!”
“Exactly! If you can’t beat him, you can’t even deal with his family?”
“Katakuri, who looks like an eel, deserves to have a disfigured sister!”
“Haha, you guys are too mean! Katakuri is probably still crying while hugging his ugly sister!”
The men, full of pride, each drank their bottles of wine heartily. If you didn’t know better, you’d think they had accomplished some great feat.
“Is it you guys? The ones who hurt Bulei’s family!”
A voice as cold and unyielding as ice that would never thaw sounded from behind.
The thugs turned around, startled.
Katakuri appeared, dragging his sharp trident slowly forward.
“Katakuri?”
The thugs froze for a moment, then burst into laughter.
“Like the gift we gave you? This is what happens when you offend us!”
One thug noticed the scarf wrapped around Katakuri’s neck and laughed even harder.
“Pft! Katakuri, you finally learned to be smart! You should’ve covered that eel-like mouth of yours ages ago! Don’t you know how disgusting it looks to others?”
Roya, trailing behind Katakuri, couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration.
“Oh! Impressive! No wonder you’re a thug from Honeycomb Island—your courage matches that of the Rocks Pirates!”
Madness!
This audacity, completely disregarding Katakuri and the Charlotte family, earned Roya’s full approval.
“Die.”
Without a word to waste, Katakuri’s trident suddenly became a streak of black light, piercing through one thug’s belly and sending him flying.
“Huh?”
The thugs didn’t even have time to react.
Katakuri pulled his trident back with the mochi string attached.
Then with a flick, the sharp blade severed two more necks instantly. Heads flew into the air as blood sprayed like a fountain.
“Ahhh!!”
Only then did the thugs realize what had happened. One by one, they screamed in terror, their souls almost leaving their bodies.
“Wait! Wait! Katakuri!”
One thug fell to the ground in fear, waving his hands frantically.
“It's a misunderstanding, all a mis—”
“Mochi Spear!”
“Mochi Spear!”
“Mochi Spear!”
Several strikes later, all that remained of the thugs were mangled, incomplete corpses.
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Most had been cut clean in half—no chance of survival.
“Such a pity.”
Roya slowly stepped forward, gazing at the gruesome bodies with a sigh.
“Why not torture them more?”
“Skin them, or use a wire brush to scrape the meat off their bones.”
Such a waste.
They died too quickly to feel pain, so their black aura quality was extremely low.
“I won’t show any weaknesses again.”
Katakuri’s voice, cold and ruthless, was a far cry from the cheerful personality he had an hour before.
“I will instill perfect terror in all my enemies!”
He would never allow Bulei’s tragedy to repeat.
He would make all his foes lose the courage even to challenge him.
“Whoa! So cool, Katakuri!”
Roya looked up admiringly at his brother.
“Not just a new look, but even your persona’s gone full cold-blooded? You’re gonna be super popular!”
In the world of anime, the cold and aloof tough guy archetype was indeed preferred.
In contrast, someone like Roya, a lively little sunbeam, was less popular.
Katakuri said nothing, remaining silent.
After a long pause, he finally spoke softly.
“Roya, let’s end the pirate hunting here.”
“What?”
Roya complained, “Then what about my afternoon tea?”
Katakuri’s mouth twitched beneath his scarf, instinctively retorting, “Who cares about you!”
“But, is this really okay?”
Roya asked with interest.
“Even the Rocks Pirates never lack challengers.”
They had just taken down a provoker earlier.
Katakuri lowered his head, looking at Roya with confusion.
“Roya, what should I do? I don’t want to see my brothers and sisters get hurt anymore.”
Roya deeply understood his confusion.
Aunt Lingling’s parenting had been a failure—too busy having children, she left their education to grow wild.
Lacking guidance, Katakuri had faced confusion during his growth with no one to turn to.
This was the moment for big brother Roya to step in.
“Katakuri,”
Roya jumped up and patted his brother’s shoulder with heartfelt seriousness.
“Protecting them blindly won’t work. Don’t be arrogant, my friend. True love means growing together with them.”
Katakuri blinked in surprise.
Roya continued, “You can’t even beat me, and yet you talk about perfect terror and protecting everyone? That’s kind of funny.”
“You jerk!”
Katakuri’s eye twitched as he emphasized, “I’ve already gotten stronger! If you don’t believe me, let’s fight now!”
“No way, I told you I’m a pacifist,”
Roya grinned.
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