One Piece: Starting with Breathing Techniques

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As night fell, Kiro and Robin finished their dinner and went to the stern of the ship. Looking at the speedboats that were still chasing them, they couldn't help but chuckle.

That strong wind was not a coincidence, but rather a gust of wind manipulated by Kilo using the breath of the gale.

Since Gotti and his crew began chasing the Ryuga, this strong wind has appeared more than ten times.

Of course, in order to prevent Gotti and the others from giving up, he would always give them a glimmer of hope for victory.

On their most recent occasion, they were almost touching the stern of the Liuhua, less than fifty meters apart.

However, with the reappearance of that 'coincidental' strong wind, the distance between them widened once again.

As for why Kiro did this?

It's simple, it's boring!

Kiro and Robin thoroughly enjoyed watching Gotti and the others repeatedly rise with hope only to have it shatter and turn into despair.

After all, the other party was a notorious gang, so there was no psychological burden at all.

Playing with them during the five-day voyage is a good way to pass the time.

Robin looked down at the speedboat below, pondered, and his eyes gradually brightened.

That latent, cunning personality seems to be gradually awakening.

Robin suddenly smiled, a sly glint in her eyes, then turned and ran into the kitchen, seemingly busy with something.

……

On the speedboat below.

The cabin was completely silent, and the oppressive atmosphere was particularly stifling.

The helmsman glanced at their current position, hesitated for a moment, then broke the silence:

"Boss Gotti..."

Should we continue pursuing this?

Gotti's face shifted between light and shadow as she looked resentfully at the Ryuga, which was still maintaining a certain distance.

The distance wasn't far; it seemed that as soon as the strong winds stopped, they could catch up.

But this short distance is like an insurmountable chasm!

Whenever they approached the Ryuga, a sudden gust of wind would create distance between them.

This constant cycle of hope rising and then fading away left Gotti seething with resentment and bitterness.

"Boss! Without food, we won't last more than a few days!"

Gotti hesitated for a moment, considering that continuing the pursuit might yield nothing and leave him stranded at sea, isolated and helpless, and then let out a long sigh.

"Forget it, let's turn back to the island!"

Gotti shook his head, feeling extremely resentful.

If it weren't for that gust of wind, they would have caught up with the Liuhua long ago!

We wouldn't have made this wasted trip!

"Wait, boss, they threw down a bag!"

A gasp snapped Gotti back to reality.

He strode forward and found that his men had already scooped the bag onto the speedboat.

"Wait, watch out, there might be a trap!"

Gotti waved his hand, pulling everyone to his side.

He carefully held the metal plate in front of him and ordered someone to open it.

The unfortunate underling who was called out turned pale and nervously untied the cloth bag.

As the knot was untied, several loaves of bread fell out of the bag, along with a note.

"Wh...what?!"

"Food! It's food!"

Someone exclaimed in surprise. Gotti frowned, went forward to check the inside of the bag, and found it was full of bread.

Although some of the food was soaked with seawater, it was nothing for the group who hadn't eaten for half a day...

The sounds of swallowing filled the air, and at the same time, Gotti's stomach rumbled.

His face flushed slightly, but he didn't completely relax and reached out to pick up the conspicuous note.

This is food for you.

Please stop pursuing this!

A slight smile played on Gotti's lips as he crumpled the paper into tiny pieces.

"snort!"

"You naive brat!"

Relieved, he distributed bread to his underlings and then picked up a loaf of bread for himself to eat.

The henchman at the helm leaned forward cautiously and asked, "Boss, should we continue the pursuit?"

"nonsense!"

Gotti punched his underling on the head and replied irritably.

"Once we've eaten our fill, whether we chase them or not won't be up to them."

"As expected of aristocratic scions who have never seen the world, they're capable of doing something so childish!"

"Once we've eaten our fill, we'll seize this ship and have a feast on board!"

"yes!"

The unexpected food boosted everyone's morale, and they became quite excited.

The sounds of people gulping down food rose and fell, making the otherwise ordinary bread taste incredibly delicious.

Gotti casually stuffed a loaf of bread into his mouth and chewed it vigorously. Just as he was about to grab another one, he heard someone in the cabin suddenly exclaim.

"Wait, why does my stomach hurt so much?!"

The man clutched his stomach, his face contorted in pain.

Gotti frowned, a vague sense of foreboding creeping into his heart.

He stood up, intending to check on the man's condition, but then heard a series of exclamations.

"Oh no, my stomach hurts too!"

"No, I can't hold it in anymore!!!"

Most of the underlings in the cabin simultaneously showed signs of pain, clutching their stomachs and turning pale.

The bread is defective!!

Gotti's pupils contracted, and just as she was about to spit out the bread in her mouth, a sharp pain shot through her abdomen.

What followed was a surge of sensation in her anus.

This feeling...

laxative!!?

Gotti's eyes widened and his nostrils flared, but he could smell a foul stench emanating from the ship.

Someone couldn't resist!!

Once someone set a precedent, the others could no longer persist, and for a time the ship seemed to have turned into a filthy hell.

A wave of horrifying stench hit her so hard that Gotti rolled her eyes and nearly vomited up all the bread she had just eaten.

"hateful!!"

"They actually... resorted to dirty tricks!!!"

Gotti slammed his fist into the cabin, but the resulting recoil turned his face pale and sallow.

He just ate the most bread, so naturally he ingested the largest dose of laxatives.

"Damn it!!!"

……

Standing at the stern of the deck, Kiro looked at the tragedy caused by Robin and couldn't help but laugh and cry.

The idea of ​​mixing laxatives into food was Robin's.

Kiro's expression was priceless when he heard Robin's plan; he silently clapped.

Jia Xu's wicked schemes probably couldn't be any more insidious than this.

Unexpectedly, Robin's cunning and ruthless nature in the manga is already beginning to emerge.

Kilo listened to the wails coming from the speedboat below, then suddenly frowned and summoned a gust of wind to disperse the spreading stench.

Robin couldn't help but chuckle at the effect he had created.

A moment later, she seemed a little tired, yawned and stretched.

Seeing this, Kiro frowned and advised, "Go get some sleep."

"I can steer the ship at night, so don't worry."

During the voyage, you don't need to constantly adjust the sails and rudder; you just need to maintain a general direction.

Moreover, with Kiro's current robust physique, he could easily go five days without sleep, let alone one.

Robin thought about it for a moment, then nodded and went into the cabin.

Kilo showed no signs of fatigue. Looking down at the suffering Gotti and the others, he silently reduced the wind force, allowing the two ships to close the distance.

In order to prevent the other party from giving up the pursuit.

……

A moment later, in the messy cabin, Gotti, his face grim and his eyes blazing with undisguised rage, looked up at Kilo above.

"Damn brat!!"

"Once I board the ship, I'll tear you all to pieces!!"

His excitement made Gotti breathe slightly heavily, but this action caused him to inhale even more polluted air.

"Ugh!!" Gotti rolled her eyes, even choking and tearing up a few tears.

"Damn it!!"

His eyes were filled with intense killing intent, brimming with hatred for Kiro and Robin.

"I, Gotti..."

"We must catch those two damn brats!!!"

"I'll tear them to pieces!!!"