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Chapter 1035: What Are You Doing?!
Chapter 1035: What Are You Doing?!
When it came to unarmed combat techniques, Montblanc had no fear of anyone. Whether he could win or not was one thing—whether he dared to fight was another matter entirely.
So what if they were Seven Warlords of the Sea? So what if Jinbei was among them? As a martial artist, he was determined to face any man who mastered unarmed combat!
"Watch out!"
Just then, Nami suddenly cried out in alarm.
A wisp-like figure swiftly materialized among them, a dagger in hand slicing straight toward Zoro.
Clang!
The next instant, Zoro’s dual blades crossed, blocking the rapid, sharp strike directly.
"Oh? Your speed isn’t bad either."
Zoro flexed his arms and shoved hard, pushing Sverre back. His crossed blades whirled in a sudden arc, unleashing a gust of impact, "Seventy-Two Troublesome Winds!"
The slicing pressure surged forward, but Sverre evaded it effortlessly. His tall, gaunt frame twisted like a paper strip dancing in the wind, contorting through the attack before vanishing in a blur. He reappeared beside Sanji in an instant, dagger thrusting forward.
Crack!
Sanji’s foot stomped down on the dagger’s blade. His curly brow furrowed, and with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, he roared, "Oi! You bastard! Who the hell are you attacking?!"
He kicked his leg forward, sending a swirl of flame surging toward Sverre. "Demons’ Wind Legs!!"
Whoosh!
The strike was fierce, the flames scorching, but Sverre’s body bent impossibly sideways, dodging the blow. His form flickered, reappearing before Zoro once more.
Zoro bellowed, "Oi, Curly Brow! He’s mine!"
"You think he didn’t attack me too?!" Sanji shouted angrily. "He’s my opponent!"
"He came at me first! Don’t steal him!"
"What ‘steal’?! Enemies don’t take turns!"
They had it figured out—the one named William was definitely Luffy’s match.
The martial artist had been claimed by Jinbei.
The gun-wielders could be handled by others. The last one was a close-range fighter, and both wanted him.
The two glared at each other, then turned in unison toward Sverre, shouting in unison, "Oi! You pick who you’re fighting!"
Sverre said nothing, simply watching.
"Not answering?" Zoro asked. "Fine. We’ll decide by action."
"Agreed. Whoever we attack first—" Sanji added, locking eyes on Sverre. "—that’s your opponent."
"Can’t even talk straight?" Nami chimed in, gripping her Climate Baton. "Is he a silent killer, or does he literally not know how to speak?"
At that, Sverre’s ears twitched—particularly at the word "won’t talk." He stared at Nami for half a moment before vanishing from sight.
Zoro and Sanji froze, instantly pivoting toward Nami. "Look out!!" They dashed toward her.
"What do you mean I ‘can’t talk’?! What do you mean?!"
Sverre abruptly appeared behind Nami, his head leaning over her shoulder as he rattled off words at lightning speed:
"I can talk just fine! Back when I had a friend named Darry, he looked like he couldn’t talk—snot dripping all day long, smearing it all over himself. We even had competitions to see who could let snot hang the longest, both of us slathered in it. One day, his mom showed up, snot-dripping and smearing me too! I couldn’t take it—she cheated, ganging up on me even after I’d won. So I smeared her right back! Later, Darry apologized, doing handstands in a sailor suit to make it up. I still don’t know where he got that suit—his pants were caked in snot, and he ended up giving it to me. Hey, have you ever smeared snot on yourself? Have you?!"
As he spoke, he reached a hand toward Nami’s face.
"What the heck do you think you're doing?!" Nami yelped, instinctively swatting his hand away as she leaped forward in alarm.
Even though his hand held no weapon and carried no attack, something about his words sent her mind reeling with inexplicable, gut-wrenching disgust. It was terrifying—how had a simple question about his speech turned him so bizarre?
"Sverre’s gone off again."
Seeing this, Elmira sighed. "‘Can’t talk’ is a taboo phrase with him."
The other three nodded in grim agreement.
On the ship, Sverre had always played the silent, stoic loner. But as crewmates, they knew his true terror: utter the phrase "can’t talk", and he’d transform into an unstoppable chatterbox, spewing endless, nonsensical monologues. His ramblings could induce dizziness, making listeners question their grasp of human language—or even whether they were human anymore.
After all, his words made no sense, yet somehow felt oddly logical.
Eventually, William had issued a ship-wide order: never let Sverre hear those four words. Only then did they preserve his icy, silent demeanor.
Now, that seal had been broken—and the madness wouldn’t end anytime soon.
The moment Nami dodged, Zoro and Sanji lunged toward her. One raised his dual blades, the other a flaming kick, both aiming to strike.
Swoosh!
But Sverre vanished in a blur, dodging effortlessly. In an instant, he was inches from Sanji’s face, words spilling out like a waterfall:
"She said I can’t talk?! Look at me—do I look like I can’t talk?! I just don’t feel like it! I’ve got plenty to say! So what if I don’t talk? Does it bother you?! Once, I sneaked into Darry’s house and hid a Transponder Snail under their door, recording my voice. Then at midnight, I went back to get it. Guess what? The snail was gone! I opened the door, and their dog was playing with it. So I snuck in and played with their dog instead. You won’t believe it—there was this dog like a lion, golden fur, pooping solid gold! The turds were huge! Hey, have you ever seen poop?! Have you?!"
As he spoke, he thrust his five fingers forward, wiggling them as if mimicking the shape of excrement, aiming straight for Sanji’s face.
Sanji staggered back, dazed as if struck by a psychic attack. "What are you doing?!"
William inhaled deeply, watching the surreal scene unfold. "Sverre! Shut up!!"
Mid-reach for… whatever he’d been pulling out, Sverre froze. His form vanished, narrowly dodging Zoro’s incoming slash. The next moment, he stood beside William, face cold, dagger in hand, silent once more.
(End of Chapter)
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