One Punch of Justice

Gululu...

Mr.3, who nearly drowned, was salvaged by the navy and put on handcuffs.

Also caught on the warship was Mr. 3's partner-Miss. Golden Week.

The little girl was still sleeping in a daze. She opened her eyes inexplicably and found that she had fallen into the sea. After choking a few mouthfuls of salty seawater, she was finally rescued by the navy on the ship.

The pigments are all seawatered, Miss. Golden Week is no different from an ordinary ten-year-old girl.

As a capable person, Mr.3 has long lost all combat effectiveness, lying on the deck of the Saitama warship like a whale, spitting water.

"Sure enough it is them."

Robin glanced at them, then turned his gaze to Saitama: "Although I already know that you are strong, but now it seems that this surprise seems to be a bit bigger... You are a little too strong, Mr. General."

Without turning his head back, Saitama crouched in front of the two and took a closer look: "It's because it's too strong that I feel troubled..."

"Oh?"

Robin was a little curious: "You are so powerful, is there anything else that bothers you?"

"Yes..."

Saitama casually said, "No matter how strong the power is, there is nothing great...There are also things that can't be done."

Robin raised his eyebrows: "For example?"

Saitama was silent for a while, his face turned back unnaturally: "...like hair."

Robin was startled, then smiled: "Heh...you have a sense of humor, Mr. General."

"No, I'm actually very boring..."

Saitama waved his hand and squatted in front of Miss. Golden Week. He caught sight of the drawing board on her waist and asked tentatively: "Are you...the Miss. Golden Week that can use colors to affect other people's emotions?"

Miss. Golden Week blinked: "It's me."

Next to Da Siqi whispered in Saitama's ear: "Mr. Saitama, her expression is very similar to yours..."

indeed.

This little girl has also been expressionless.

Looks rather lax.

"Because I don't like this job."

Miss. Golden Week answered Da Siqi's question expressionlessly: "I just want to be a painter, but I can't resign from this job, so I can't laugh. I just hope that I can rest and eat senbei after finishing work early. "

"It's not easy for children in this world to work so young..."

Saitama put his hands on his chest with some emotion, and then said to Miss. Jin: "So, can you try to use other colors to influence my feelings? Is there any color that can make people bloody or hardworking?"

Miss. Golden Week shook a messy palette: "The blood orange can make people motivated, but all my paint is washed away by the sea. I have to go to the next town to buy the paint again."

"Huh? Is it just paint that can be bought everywhere?"

Next to him, Da Siqi was a little surprised: "You can use ordinary paint to affect other people's feelings. Sure enough, there are many incredible things in this world."

"This is my innate ability..."

Miss. Golden Week put down the palette and looked around: "So...excuse me, did you catch a sea otter and a bald eagle?"

Robin raised his eyebrows slightly: "Unfortunate combination? Are they coming together?"

"Well, it's here to assist us."

Miss. Golden Week nodded: "If we don't catch them, the news of our failure will soon be passed back to the boss. The next time Mr.1 and Mr.2 may come together to assassinate you, they are very powerful. , Please be careful."

"Ah... it's endless..."

Da Siqi had a headache and said: "With so many people here, there will be no rooms on the warship and the sea floor stone handcuffs to imprison them...Although I have explained the situation with the headquarters, I am afraid it will take a few days for the support troops to arrive Alabastan."

Mr.3 who was lying on the deck pretending to be dead quietly opened his eyes.

These guys...

How confident are you?

Without considering how strong the assassin was, he was ready to arrange a cell for others.

But also...

That bald head is incredible.

Even the boss may not be his opponent...

...

"Mr.3, are you awake?"

Suddenly, Robin's lips lightly opened: "A person with the Devil Fruit Ability will not degrade a person's physique. Even if he is drowning, he will not be in a coma for so long."

Hearing this, the attention of the navy at the scene shifted to Mr.3.

Seeing that he couldn't get dressed anymore, Mr.3 had to sit up from the deck.

"Miss. All Sunday..."

Mr.3 pushed his glasses with both hands, and asked in a deep voice: "I thought you were the internal response arranged by the boss, but now it seems that I made a mistake...Can you tell me? Why are you on a navy ship? "

Robin took a sip of coffee, leaned back in his chair, and said leisurely: "If you want to say why, of course it is because I was caught."

"Who are you lying to!?"

Mr.3 was so embarrassed that he raised the handcuffs on his wrists, and said angrily: "Is the same prisoner, the treatment is too bad, right?" But then he lost his strength due to the sea floor stone and collapsed On the ground: "Ah... dying, dying..."

Now that he is awake, there is no need to be rescued.

Da Siqi said to the surrounding navy: "Lock him up."

Upon receiving the order, the navy immediately grabbed Mr.3 and took him to the cell.

Seeing Mr. 3 being taken away, Miss. Golden Week also stood up and stretched out a pair of small hands.

Da Siqi was taken aback, but didn't react: "...you?"

Miss. Golden Week did not have a trace of fear on her face. Of course, she said: "I am also an associate. Although I did not commit a direct crime, I did assist Mr. 3, so please arrest me."

"This one……"

Da Siqi couldn't bear it: "But you are still a child..."

Miss. Golden Week shook his head: "A crime is a crime, and being young is not a reason to evade legal sanctions."

Da Siqi didn't know how to deal with it anymore, and cast her help-seeking eyes at Saitama beside her.

Of course Saitama can understand the desire and request in her eyes.

what……

There is really no way.

If you are obviously not good at words, you still have to come forward yourself.

"you are right……"

Saitama looked at Miss. Golden Week earnestly: "Crime is crime. You can't be a reason to hurt others because of your age, character, experience, etc.... Then, I ask you, are all criminal activities your own will? ?"

Miss. Golden Week shook his head: "No."

"So, this is punishment..."

Saitama nodded, stretched out his hand and lightly flicked his index finger on Miss. Golden Week's forehead, then smiled and said, "Go and do what you want to do. If I see you in the criminal organization next time, I can Will not show mercy."

Miss. Golden Week was stunned, and then, a smile appeared on her little face for the first time.

"thanks, I will!"