“…… To put it simply, it's a fight," he replied succinctly after a moment of silence.

"Oh!" Aaron suddenly realized, and then he poked his head out of the room and looked around, "Is there anyone else here besides Mr. Bulge?" The sound of the fight was so close...", but Aaron didn't see anything else but the big tree.

This is the accommodation of the plover, on the edge of the small garden and very close to the hive canyon.

“…… There is no one else here, the duel should take place far away," the duck said, and then, he threw aside the giant sting, which had been eaten, and took out a worm more than a meter long from the stove, wrung off his head, and gnawed it slowly like eating a roasted sausage.

"So......" Aaron scratched his head, "why do you want to live here, Mr. Bulge?" ”

“…… At first, I accidentally fell into that canyon, and was besieged by insects there, and it took a lot of effort to escape. The plover said as he gnawed on the worm, "...... Later, I found out that the insects here are very delicious, so I stayed here. ”

"Why did the duel sound spread so far away?" Aaron asked with some confusion when he heard the sound of another sword clashing in his ears, "How hard are they fighting?" ”

“…… It's normal for giants to have such strength," replied the eagle,

"Giants? Is there really such a thing as a giant? Aaron asked with interest.

"Yes, they are the owners of this island." The duck replied.

"That's amazing," Aaron exclaimed, looking at the Duck, "Does Mr. Duck know them?" ”

“…… I've seen it once from afar."

"Does that mean you don't know each other yet?"

“…… Because, there is some trouble. ”

"That's not going to work, Mr. Duck! Let's get to know each other and make friends! Let's go, let's go! With that, he excitedly grabbed the donkey's wrist and ran out of the house in a puff of smoke, speeding towards the sound of the fight.

"I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready..."

Magical voices echoed through the jungle.

………

Laugh at!

The axe sliced through the skin like cutting leather, and blood spurted out in an instant, and the giant with the long face in his hand could no longer support it, and fell to the ground, the blood on his chest flowing freely.

"......" The giant standing looked at the giant who fell to the ground, his eyes suddenly widened, like a lantern-sized eye full of bloodshots, tears unconsciously drew out of his eye sockets, he gritted his teeth, the corners of his mouth curled up an exaggerated arc, his whole face looked hideous like a ghost, he said word by word in a trembling tone, "Seventy thousand... Eight thousand... Four hundred and thirty-six battles... One win! ”

Boom!

After saying this, his whole body seemed to be drained of strength, and the axe that was originally clenched in his hand fell to the ground unconsciously.

"Hahaha... Hmph, hahahahaha..."He laughed, his tone was so cheerful, but with that hideous face full of tears

But there is a trace of sadness for no reason.

"After the victory, are you already crying with joy? Single-celled organisms are really happy...... Forget it, let's just say 'hard work' to you..."At this time, a voice that resembles a villain appeared coldly.

Brocky turned his head to find a man with eyes and hair trimmed into a strange number three, leaning against the trunk of a tree, sipping the black tea in his hand unhurriedly.

"Say I was so happy that I cried...... You know something! Who the hell are you? ”

"My name is Mr.3, and I'm a plastic artist," he said, and he pointed to a super cute little girl behind him who looked about twelve years old with a satchel in his hand, a backpack on his back, a sunhat on his head, a short-sleeved skirt, a blush on his face, and two braids, looking about twelve years old, "This is my assistant, miss. Golden Week."

"Then" After the introduction, he put his right hand on his chest, made a standard bow, and looked at Brocky with a grim smile on his face, "You've been caught by me..."

Boom!

Then, before he could finish his pretend, a creature suddenly ran out of the jungle next to him and shouted strange words, and knocked Mr. 3 out of the air with a bang.

It's Aaron's wonder.

"Uh......" Aaron, who was forcibly slowed down by Mr.3 who was in the way, looked at Mr.3 who was knocked into the air by himself and flipped over a few times until he hit the trunk of the tree, and couldn't help but let go of his hand, and stepped forward with concern and asked, "That... Are you alright, sir? ”

"......" Mr.3 stood up with his head covered, first glancing at Brockie, who was observing there, and then quietly, with his hands behind his back.

“！！” A cloudy white viscous liquid suddenly emerged from under Bloki's feet, and in the blink of an eye, it would crawl onto Bloki's body, trying to restrain Blockey.

Unable to break free, Brocky was bound by the slime and fell to the ground, and then the slime came out of the ground, connecting to the slime on Brocky's body, and pushed him to the ground, making him unable to move.

"......" Mr.3, who had completed these actions, quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and then he looked at the two who almost let himself play with a gloomy face, and after he saw Aaron, he couldn't help but be surprised, "You are... The Devil's Muscular Man, Copperfield. Aaron? ”

"Just call me Aaron..."Aaron scratched his head a little embarrassed when he heard Mr.3 call out his name.

"I didn't expect that I didn't go to you, but you sent it to the door yourself," Mr.3 said with a sneer at Aaron, as he looked at the expressionless man standing like a savage.

Someone I've never seen before, a member of the Straw Hat Pirates? Wrong! Look like this, it should be someone who has been waiting for a year in a small garden...... People who can live in this hellish place for a year and not die should not be underestimated! Mr.3 thought to himself.

"Looking for me? What are you looking for me, sir? Aaron asked curiously.

"What? Wanted by the Baroque Workers' Society, don't you have a little self-awareness? ”

"Oh oh oh!" Aaron clapped his hands violently, and he suddenly realized, "So sir, you are here to kill me!" ”

"......" Mr.3's face froze.

He didn't expect Aaron to react like this.

"But sir, can you come back and kill me later?" Aaron scratched his head a little embarrassed, "I still have some dreams that have not been realized, and I don't want to die yet."

“…… It's my business. The corners of Mr.3's mouth twitched, and his eyes were full of helplessness as he looked at Aaron.

I've never seen anyone bargain with someone who wants to kill him!

"I'm sorry sir." Aaron said apologetically, "I can't let you kill me yet."

"......" Mr.3 looked at Aaron, who was full of sincere apologies, and the corners of his mouth twitched wildly.

This person...... I'm afraid I'm not a fool! Mr.3 roared inwardly.

"But when I'm done, I'll go to you and let you kill me, I swear!" As he spoke, Aaron put his hand on his head and said with a serious face.

"......" Mr.3 looked at Aaron, who swore an oath, and suddenly realized a truth in his heart.

Go against Aaron, don't do it if you can!

So he did it.

"Candle shackles!" Mr.3 pressed his hands to the ground, and his hands quickly melted into a milky white slime and ran towards Aaron and the Plover.

"......" looked at the mucus that was about to approach his ankle, and the donkey flashed to the side very calmly, and easily dodged Mr.3's attack.

And Aaron ...... Aaron didn't flash at all.

I saw that the white mucus had just touched Aaron's ankle, and it slipped uncontrollably from Aaron's ankle, and it couldn't get any touch.

"Nani!" Mr.3 was shocked when he saw this scene and said, "How is this possible! Who the hell are you! ”

"......" Hearing Mr.3's question, Aaron scratched his head, at this time he suddenly remembered the introduction of those Devil Fruit abilities he had met before, so he said, "I am a sponge man who eats sponges, and Devil Fruit abilities are useless to me."

"Sponge fruit...... mr.3 looked at Aaron solemnly and muttered to himself, "I didn't expect there to be such a fruit that can invalidate the ability of the fruit." ”

"Uh... It's not a fruit, it's a sponge," Aaron corrected.

"Humph! Don't think that if you're a sponge fruit powerhouse, I can't help you! Mr.3 shouted with a hideous face, and then he was silent for more than ten seconds before he continued to yell, "Miss Golden Week, this kid is handed over to you!" As he spoke, he roared and ran to the donkey.

…… It turned out that Aaron really couldn't help it.

"Trouble..."Miss Jinzhou, who was silently gnawing on the side of Xianbei, sighed when he heard Mr.3's order, then put down the Xianbei in his hand, unfolded the backpack behind him, and then took out a palette.

After mixing the colors for a while, she picked up her paintbrush and walked over to Aaron.

"Hey, hey, hey..."Aaron couldn't help but giggle when he saw Miss Golden Week coming to him.

"What are you laughing at?" Golden Zhou was a little puzzled, he raised his head and asked.

"For the first time, I feel tall," Aaron said, bowing his head happily.

What a difference in height between them?

It's probably the kind of distance that Aaron lowered his head and raised his head during Golden Week.

Well...... That's right, they kissed.

As for why such a small probability event can happen.

Because of the will of the universe!

(laughs)

Time seems to freeze at this moment.

Golden Zhou was stunned for a few seconds, and then her face turned red to the root of her ears, she took a big step back, and pointed her brush at the dazed Aaron and said incoherently: "What do you want to do!"

"Huh?" Aaron looked at Miss Golden Week suspiciously, "What don't you want to do?" ”

"I don't want to do anything, you, you, why do you kiss, kiss me?!" Golden Week's eyes had turned into mosquito coil eyes, and the excessive stimulation made her brain crash a little, and a large amount of steam emanated from her face.

"Dear?" Aaron scratched his head and thought for a moment, then he suddenly realized, "Oh! You said that you just said that you were mouth-to-mouth! That's not a kiss! ”

"Huh?" Hearing Aaron's words, Golden Week barely regained a little sense of her senses, and she looked at Aaron.

"My mother used to say," Aaron said, with a look of reminiscence, "'As long as you don't stick out your tongue, it's not a kiss!'" Although I don't know why I stick out my tongue to be a pro... But my mother wouldn't be wrong! ”

"Is that so?" When Golden Zhou heard Aaron's words, she couldn't help but look up at Aaron, a pair of big eyes flickered, and the blush on her face made her brilliance even more moving

"Definitely, yes!" Aaron nodded categorically, "My mother can't be wrong!" ”

"......" After hearing the conversation between Aaron and Miss Golden Week, Mr. 3 and Duck had surprisingly consistent expressions.

The expression is as if he has just done a bowl of hot Xiang.

"Golden Week! Hurry up and deal with him! And when he saw that Miss wanted to ask something more during Golden Week, Mr.3 couldn't help but shout.

After this mission, be sure to let Miss teach her a little common sense with both fingers! Mr.3 thought in his mind.

Miss Golden Week, who heard Mr.3's reminder, regained her composure, she looked at Aaron, stepped forward again, stretched out the paintbrush she had prepared, and swiped Aaron's chest a few times.

"Hilarious Yellow!"