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After Kagura and Klee went upstairs, Drake limped over from the stairs.
"Hey, where did you kidnap the white-haired girl from?"
"She may be young and small, but she just blew up a ship today."
Kyoma collapsed onto the sofa, unwilling to concern himself with whose ship they'd destroyed.
The people in this world possessed ridiculous durability anyway.
He'd never seen anyone actually killed by a bomb.
Besides, he'd already endured an entire day of grueling training, then dealt with Kagura and Klee's chaos for far too long. Now he was too exhausted to even stand.
"Blow up a ship? Her?"
Drake looked stunned.
He stared at Kyoma for a long moment, finally realizing he wasn't joking.
"How did she manage that? No, wait. Whose ship was destroyed? Are the people on board alright?"
Drake suddenly remembered his true identity, and his eyes gradually grew serious.
"I don't know. If you want details, go upstairs and ask them yourself."
Kyoma waved his hand dismissively, his voice lazy with exhaustion.
"You, as a Marine, not only allowed your subordinates to act recklessly, but you don't even investigate the circumstances of them causing trouble?"
Drake frowned deeply.
With the upright, serious character he'd developed during his time in the Marines, he despised Kyoma's lazy, procrastinating attitude most of all.
If Kyoma were merely his savior, he could tolerate it.
But in Drake's mind, Kyoma wasn't just so.
He was also a subordinate trusted by Admiral Kizaru and his temporary Marine partner.
As a Marine spy, Drake trusted only his highest superior, Fleet Admiral Sengoku, more than Kyoma.
He couldn't accept his recognized partner being so negligent.
"Hey, I've said it countless times already. I'm not a Marine, and I have nothing to do with that sleazy old man Kizaru. Why won't you believe me?"
"Impossible. Since Kizaru-san chose to leave me here to recuperate, it means he trusts you completely. Based on my observations over the past two days, you clearly know my true identity, which is a top secret that no one in the Marines knows except the Fleet Admiral, several Admirals, and a few Vice Admirals."
Drake's tone remained firm and unwavering.
No matter what Kyoma said, he clung stubbornly to his assumptions, immovable and unshakeable.
In truth, only Kyoma, the one being misunderstood, knew best.
He knew Drake's identity because he'd read the original plot. As for why Kizaru had thrown Drake into his care to recuperate, he'd pondered it for days without reaching a conclusion.
He could only attribute it to people in this world having something wrong with their brains. How else could they inexplicably try to recruit him and Kagura into their organizations after meeting just once?
"The people in this world really have holes in their heads," Kyoma said, his face flushing with frustration as the explanation proved futile.
He was so irritated that he no longer wanted to rest.
He simply wanted distance from this stubborn man before him.
He walked toward the kitchen angrily, growing even more upset when he remembered that after exhausting himself all day, he still had to cook dinner.
While cutting vegetables, he secretly vowed to summon a companion who could cook in the future.
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Nearly an hour passed before he finally finished preparing dinner.
Normally, with his current physical fitness, it wouldn't have taken so long.
But there was no helping it. The meals for himself, Klee, and Drake were ready in less than half an hour. The rest of the time had been devoted entirely to Kagura's dinner.
The pot wasn't large enough, so he'd fried food four or five times in succession just to fill Kagura's bowl, which was actually a half-person-high iron bucket.
During this time, Klee had already chosen a room and descended the stairs with Kagura.
She'd selected another room on the second floor, positioned next to Kyoma and Kagura's rooms but far from Drake's.
She could have chosen a room closer to all three of them, but not long ago, Drake had gone upstairs and asked her serious questions about accidentally bombing the ship today.
His stern eyes and tone had made her feel like she was facing Captain Jean.
In comparison, Kyoma-ni and Kagura-nee were simply too kind.
She liked the familiar aura surrounding Kyoma-ni.
Seeing him felt like encountering a relative, making her want to stay close to him.
Kagura-nee was a playmate near her own age who'd taken her out to play today.
Even though they'd gotten into trouble because of her actions, Kagura hadn't blamed her.
Instead, she'd chosen to face the angry Kyoma alongside her.
Since she might have trouble sleeping at night, she could visit Kyoma and Kagura's rooms, chat with them to pass the time, and listen to their bedtime stories.
Thinking of this, Klee grew increasingly excited about the days ahead.
"You can come to my room, but you absolutely must not go to Kyo-chan's room at night. Don't be fooled by his decent appearance. He's actually a pervert..." Kagura's warning was cut short.
"Ah."
She'd been overheard by Kyoma, who had just emerged from the kitchen.
He interrupted her with a sharp flick to her forehead.
"You're secretly badmouthing me again. Do you still want to eat?"
Perhaps the resentment from cooking had been contained in that flick, because the force was greater than usual. Kagura's small forehead rang out with a metallic sound.
"It hurts."
Kagura was genuinely hurt this time.
Tears welled up in her eyes. She covered her forehead and looked at Kyoma with a rare murderous glint in her gaze.
'Hiss...'
Kyoma was immediately stunned. He felt an enormous sense of crisis, completely different from Rayleigh's [Conqueror's Haki]. This felt more like facing a forest predator.
It seemed as if she might pounce on him in the next second and tear him to pieces.
Only then did he remember that after spending so much time with this girl, he'd gradually forgotten that she'd nearly hugged him to death when they first met.
That terrifying strength was probably the greatest he'd ever witnessed.
Normally, knocking her head was fine, but if he truly wasn't careful and enraged this monster girl in sheep's clothing, he probably couldn't resist her even with his three types of Haki that hadn't fully awakened yet.
Fortunately, the murderous intent came suddenly and departed just as quickly.
In less than a moment, Kagura's eyes cleared again.
"Hmph."
She simply glared at him angrily, then grabbed Klee's hand, bypassed him completely, and rushed toward the kitchen to find their dinner.
Kyoma remained standing there in a daze, contemplating what had just happened.
The ferocity within her body seemed to require physical pain for stimulation.
The more serious the damage to her body, the more the bloodthirsty savagery within her would gradually release.
Both her desire to fight and her combat power would strengthen proportionally.
This was the characteristic of the Night Rabbit bloodline.
Kyoma called the state after injury a berserk state, exchanging rationality for enhanced physical capabilities.
In the original work, after Kagura was seriously injured and entered this berserk state, her body, with broken bones, recovered immediately.
Wounds pierced by bullets in her body also healed completely.
Her body's recovery speed was almost as fast as Wolverine's from a certain comic.
During today's training with Rayleigh, Kyoma had also experienced that strength despite possessing just five percent of the Night Rabbit bloodline.
Similarly, after Rayleigh struck him with a wooden staff and made him bleed, violent emotions had surged through his mind.
However, it was likely due to his incomplete bloodline that he'd only paused briefly before taking a few deep breaths to stop the emotion.