Konoha's Medical Ninja: One Punch to beat up Madara

Chapter 344: Chapter 344: I’ll Take This Cook



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"You're just ignorant about art!"

"Yeah, you're an art idiot"

Even if they couldn't defeat Colt, Deidara and Sasori couldn't help but shout in frustration.

Sasori was annoyed because it was directly him that Colt was insulting, but Colt had looked at Deidara too when he said that so he was annoyed too.

This guy had no appreciation for art!

No matter how perfect the creation, he wouldn't even spare a moment to grasp its essence.

Colt ignored their complaints, addressing them seriously instead:

"When you venture into the New World with your skills, you still need to be cautious. If you provoke any powerful pirates, run first and then call for reinforcements."

"Don't get yourselves killed by underestimating your enemies."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Despite their eccentricities, Colt found these two somewhat endearing and didn't want them to die needlessly.

Deidara shrugged indifferently, his fearless attitude toward death apparent.

He even welcomed the moment he could unveil his ultimate art, a glorious blaze of light.

Similarly, Sasori showed little concern.

"Death is hardly the end, is it?"

"Even if I die, you can always bring me back with the [Impure World Reincarnation]. Death isn't as permanent in your hands as it is for others."

Having assisted Tobirama Senju in several experiments, Sasori was aware that many who had left the world returned through this forbidden technique, still active in the world once more.

Colt's abilities were both terrifying and awe-inspiring.

"You overestimate me." Colt chuckled wryly.

"There is no pure land in this world. Once you're dead, you're really gone. I can't bring you back with the [Impure World Reincarnation]."

Hearing this, Sasori's expression grew solemn.

He still had unfulfilled aspirations and art yet to complete.

In that case, Dying recklessly wasn't an option.

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As night fell, Colt, Nami, and Robin finally saw Perona.

"No wonder they call her a Princess; this outfit... it's certainly unique."

Nami's astonishment at Perona's gothic attire was evident, while Perona curiously eyed the three visitors.

"Deidara, am I really going to follow them?" Perona asked.

Though she knew Deidara and Sasori planned to set sail, she couldn't shake her own

uncertainties about the future.

To outsiders, Gecko Moria might have been a ruthless pirate, but to Perona, he had been like a father. His last words to her had been to let go of revenge and live freely.

Moria had accepted the brutal reality of a pirate's life-kill or be killed.

After much internal struggle, Perona had decided to honor his wish and live without hatred, gradually finding solace in her unlikely friendship with the eccentric Deidara.

But now, she faced a new challenge: what role would she play moving forward?

"That's right. This is Colt, the 'Great Demon King' I told you about." Deidara said between bites of meat.

Colt raised an eyebrow at the nickname. Great Demon King? What was that about?

"Him? A 'Great Demon King'?"

Perona floated closer, inspecting Colt with skepticism.

Before her stood an ordinary, albeit handsome, young man.

Why was Deidara so fearful of him?

Rolling her eyes mischievously, Perona summoned a few spiritual bodies, which flew toward Colt.

Her [Devil Fruit] was a fascinating Paramecia ability, allowing her to project her spirit into the world.

Anyone her spiritual bodies touched would fall into a spiral of despair, overwhelmed by negativity.

Perona smirked, anticipating Colt's reaction.

But to her shock, her clones passed through him harmlessly, eliciting no change in his demeanor.

Confused, Perona blinked. Did my power fail?

After finishing his last bite of food, Colt casually wiped his mouth with a handkerchief.

"Your cooking is impressive," Colt remarked.

"Better than mine. But you still need further training."

Placing the handkerchief down, he looked at Perona, his scarlet eyes glinting with intricate

patterns.

With a snap, Perona lost consciousness and fell from the air.

Colt caught her effortlessly.

"I'll take this cook. Go with peace of mind. If anything happens, contact Sasuke or Madara."

Hoisting Perona onto his shoulder, Colt began walking toward the ship.

Behind him, Deidara yelled indignantly.

"Hey! Watch your phrasing! What do you mean, 'go with peace of mind'? It's not like I'm her big bro or anything..."

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By morning, Perona awoke, her face pale from the endless illusions Colt had subjected her to. Though only hours had passed in reality, it felt like an eternity in the dream world.

"You're awake? Good. Time to cook. Get moving."

Colt's voice startled her, and she turned to see him leaning against the doorframe, watching

her with an amused expression.

"You-you!"

"What? Want another round of that 'training'?"

Perona yelped and scrambled off the bed, darting toward the kitchen without even bothering

to put on her shoes.

"Where's the kitchen? I'll cook, you monster!"

The cabin door next to hers creaked open, and Robin peeked out, giving Colt a curious look.

"What on earth did you do to her? She's completely different from yesterday."

Colt smirked but didn't answer, merely giving Robin a knowing glance.

What could he say?

He had merely practiced a few techniques he'd learned in the [Tsukuyomi] space.

Still, it surprised him how sensitive Perona was. She wasn't a little girl, after all-despite her

youthful appearance.

With a small chuckle, Colt slapped his forehead.

He needed to remind himself that Perona was much older than she looked.

"Let's move quickly," Colt muttered to himself. "Another adventure awaits."