Chapter 52 – Let's Settle Your Debt!
With Akira's God Finger.
Smoothie's juice—mixed with mochi and shattered biscuit fragments—poured down from the sky like a torrential rain.
The land that had already been devastated by Whitebeard and Akira earlier…
Was now "washed" once again by the juice Smoothie had absorbed.
The excessive sugar content made the entire ground sticky underfoot.
At the center of the harbor—
Akira carried Charlotte Smoothie's curvy body over his shoulder, her extraordinarily long legs hanging down.
Smoothie was completely overwhelmed by fear.
The heart of a Sweet Commander, once filled with pride, had been utterly shattered at this moment.
Her mind was blank.
In her entire life, she had never faced an opponent this cruel.
Katakuri-nii-san…
The man praised as the "ultimate masterpiece of the Charlotte Family," the man who could see the future, the man who had never known defeat…
Was slapped once.
And buried into the ground.
Alive or dead—unknown.
Cracker-nii-san…
The man with the "impenetrable" Biscuit Armor, a figure even Yonko would take seriously in battle…
He too was slapped once.
Both man and armor shattered into countless pieces.
And herself—
Her Awakening form, capable of draining an entire island.
A juice giant nearly one hundred meters tall.
Before this man…
Was pierced and collapsed...
With just one finger!
"Monster..."
Smoothie's body trembled uncontrollably on Akira's shoulder.
"Even Mama..."
"Even Mama wouldn't be able to suppress the three of us Sweet Commanders this easily!!"
"If Mama wanted to defeat us, she would still need to put in real effort!"
"But this man..."
"He... he isn't even fighting!"
"He's like he's just cleaning up trash!"
With a look of despair, Smoothie glanced at her two older brothers, still lying in the ground, continuously drenched in their own juice.
She knew it.
They were finished.
The Big Mom Pirates were finished too.
They had kicked a steel plate even harder than Kaido and Whitebeard combined!
Bang.
Akira seemed to find her too noisy, shaking him around too much.
Casually, he tossed her off his shoulder.
Smoothie fell miserably into the pool of juice.
Just as she tried to get back up—
A massive foot stepped down right in front of her.
"Will you surrender or not?"
Akira's flat voice came from above her head.
Smoothie snapped her head up.
Her beautiful face was filled with humiliation, and a trace of fear she hadn't even realized herself.
But the pride of the Big Mom Pirates wouldn't allow her to bow her head!
"Y-You can keep dreaming!!"
Smoothie gritted her teeth, shouting loudly while her heart felt hollow.
"Big Mom Pirates!!"
"We only know death on the battlefield!"
"We never surrender!!"
"If you want to kill me, then do it!!"
"Oh?"
Akira didn't seem surprised by her answer at all.
"Kill you?"
"That would be such a waste."
Akira shook his head.
He turned around and walked toward a "biscuit hole."
Reaching out like he was pulling a radish, with a plop, he dragged Cracker—whose body was only half out of the ground—free.
Bang.
Akira tossed the unconscious Cracker in front of Smoothie.
"If you don't want to surrender, that's fine too."
Akira squatted down and patted Cracker's mud-covered face.
"There's still another way."
"And that is—paying money."
"Huh?"
Smoothie froze.
"Paying…?"
"Yes, paying."
Akira stood up and began counting on his fingers.
"First."
"You illegally entered my island without permission."
"The three of you—100 million Berries each."
"That's 300 million total. Not excessive, right?"
"You!!"
"Second."
Akira pointed at the two neatly carved "human-shaped holes" in the ground.
"Randomly digging holes in my territory and damaging public facilities."
"Katakuri made one hole, Cracker made one hole."
"One hole, 100 million."
"That's another 200 million."
"..."
"Third."
Akira pointed at himself.
"Attacking the owner of this island with malicious intent."
"That's me."
"The three of you attacked me."
"That's very serious."
Akira rubbed his chin.
"The mental damage fee… let's say 100 million each."
"That's another 300 million."
"And my appearance fee isn't cheap either…"
"..."
Smoothie was completely stunned.
In her entire life, she had never heard of such an outrageous "bill"!
"Lastly."
Akira smiled "kindly."
"Your ransom."
"Based on the bounties set by the government."
"Katakuri, 1,057,000,000 Berries."
"You, 932,000,000 Berries."
"This biscuit guy, 860,000,000."
"If we add it all up... hmm... 2,849,000,000 Berries."
"Too troublesome."
Akira waved his hand impatiently.
"Let's do this instead."
"I'll waive those small amounts."
"The illegal entry fee, excavation fee, and mental health fee—forget them."
"I'll round it up for the three of you."
"Round it up."
Akira raised five fingers.
"Ransom—5 billion Berries."
"..."
"..."
"Five billion?!!"
Smoothie's long legs went limp, nearly sending her collapsing back into the mud!
She stared at Akira as if he were insane!
"You've lost your mind?!"
"Five billion Berries?!"
"Even if you sold the three of us and turned us in to the Marines for our bounties…"
"You still wouldn't get that much!!"
"And besides!"
Smoothie's voice shrieked.
"Five billion… that's… that's almost Mama's bounty!!"
"The three of us—are we really worth that much?!"
"That's not my problem."
Akira shrugged.
"That's the price."
"Now, pay up."
"You three can leave immediately."
"I…"
Smoothie trembled violently with rage!
"I don't have any money!!"
She straightened her body, returning to a stance ready for death!
"No money!"
"I only have one life!!"
"Oh?"
Hearing that, the "disappointed" look on Akira's face vanished instantly.
It was replaced by a smile…
The smile of a sly man whose plan had gone perfectly.
"That's what you said yourself. In that case, I really will take your lives."
"If you don't have money."
Akira clapped his hands.
"Then you can only stay here."
"Work to pay off your debt."
"W-Work…?"
Smoothie froze again.
"That's right."
Akira nodded.
"Congratulations, you three."
"Starting today, you're chefs at the Worker Cattle Canteen of Dressrosa."
"C-Chefs?"
"Yes."
Akira pointed at the two "Smoothie's older brothers" still stuck in the ground.
"Katakuri can make mochi."
"Cracker can make biscuits."
"And you."
Akira's gaze fell on Smoothie's nearly two-meter-long legs.
"You can squeeze juice."
"Staple food, dry rations, drinks."
"Complete."
Akira nodded in satisfaction.
"Your job is very simple."
He pointed at the mud beneath their feet, mixed with sand, seawater, biscuit crumbs, and broken stone.
"From now on, all the garbage, waste, dirty water, even... septic tanks on this island."
"Will be the responsibility of the three of you."
"Use your abilities to turn all useless things into edible food."
"To feed the millions of worker cattle on this island and the Whitebeard crew."
"If these materials run out too quickly, just go turn rocks or sand into something."
"The point is only one."
"Do not let the worker cattle go hungry!"
"..."
Gag...
Just imagining that scene made Smoothie's stomach churn violently.
"Y-You're telling us to make food out of trash?!"
"Hey, that's called recycling."
"Eco-friendly!"
Akira corrected her calmly.
"As for salary."
"Of course… there is none."
"You're paying off that 5 billion Berry debt."
"And you're still expecting wages?"
"Also."
Akira's gaze returned to Smoothie's beautifully curved body.
"You still have one more task."
"Stay by my side."
"Training."
"T-Training…?"
Smoothie met Akira's completely undisguised gaze, her face instantly flushing red.
She immediately understood what kind of "training" Akira meant!
"I… I don't want to!!"
"That's not your choice."
Akira snorted coldly.
"As for the repayment period..."
He rubbed his chin.
"Let's set it at... fifty years."
"F-Fifty years?!"
"Yes."
Akira nodded.
"For prisoners."
"I don't kill you, give you work, free food and housing, and guarantee your safety."
"Where else can you find a boss this good?"
"Oh, right."
Akira seemed to remember something.
"I'll have someone treat your two older brothers later, making sure they can live and jump around again soon."
"Of course."
"The medical fees."
"Are charged separately!"
"..."
Smoothie was utterly despairing.
She could already see her future fifty years from now.
No.
Forever.
An endless dark life as both a "chef" and a "training partner."
"Alright."
Akira stopped talking.
He lifted the long-legged Sweet Commander who had completely given up resisting and slung her back over his shoulder.
"Let's go."
"Training."
"It's time to begin."
"Oh, right."
"I'll send someone to inform your mother about your capture."
"So she won't need to cook for you anymore!"
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