Harry's gaze flicked slightly when he saw the Fish-Men ahead, and he walked forward.
Sensing his reckless move, Nami's heart seized, and she finally made a decision.
"No… don't go over there…"
But her warning came a beat too late.
The Fish-Men had already spotted them. Their eyes lit up, and they sauntered over with ugly grins.
Seeing that, Nami changed tactics and sighed softly.
"Fine. Listen to me in a second—don't show any openings. These Fish-Men are vicious. If they get unhappy, I'll get beaten."
Harry gave no particular reaction.
So he'd been right—Nami's relationship with these Fish-Men was complicated. It was definitely not the "friendly" relationship she'd tried to sell earlier.
With a calm face, Harry kept walking toward them.
At the same time, a shark Fish-Man who'd been scanning around out of boredom caught a familiar flash of orange in the corner of his eye. He brightened and shouted:
"Hey! Nami! Where'd you run off to? Boss Arlong's looking for you!"
Another Fish-Man—an octopus type with a face full of trembling fat—snickered with mocking disdain.
"What, you go steal some dumb humans' treasure again?
Move it. Don't delay drawing charts for Boss Arlong. If you make him mad, you're gonna regret it."
A kissing-fish Fish-Man named Choo wandered over too, baring a mouthful of sharp teeth as he cackled.
"Nami, I heard you've been cooking up some new scheme lately. Don't try anything funny—you can't slip out of our hands.
If you dare betray Boss Arlong, then heh… everyone in Cocoyasi Village dies with you."
The last one—a cartilaginous Fish-Man—stared at Nami coldly and spoke in a thick, gruff voice.
"Nami. Obey. Do what you're supposed to do. If your sea charts have any mistakes, your little tricks won't save you from Fish-Men wrath."
The Fish-Men mocked her openly.
Even though Nami was a world-class chartmaker—her maps were so precise they bordered on impossible—these Fish-Men still looked down on her.
For one reason only.
She was human.
To them, humans deserved harsh "discipline"—a lesser species, far inferior to Fish-Men.
Harry's expression stayed flat, his eyes like a deep, still lake as he looked at them.
At the same time, Nami's voice rang clearly in his mind—gritted teeth, hatred boiling over.
Maybe because she didn't need to keep pretending while her body wasn't under her control, Nami let out everything she'd buried for far too long:
"These filthy bastards— they took my village, claimed it as their territory, and did whatever they wanted!
They… they even killed my adoptive mother. Harry, fine. I agree. If you can help me, I'll give you everything.
But don't rush right now. Humans are nowhere near as strong as Fish-Men. We can't take them head-on. We deal with this first, then talk about the rest!"
Her pleading only seemed to have the opposite effect.
Harry didn't slow down at all. He kept walking straight toward those vicious Fish-Men.
Nami panicked and shouted in her head:
"No! Don't go over there! If you have to, at least be polite—don't provoke them, or you'll get beaten half to death!"
Harry replied in the same calm tone:
"No need to be so careful. They're just a few insignificant bugs."
The Fish-Men had been surrounding Nami, threatening her, eager to watch her shake in fear and scramble in panic for their entertainment.
But now, Nami showed no fear at all. She walked toward them steadily, face calm.
That abnormal reaction already had the Fish-Men simmering with irritation.
And then they heard her call them bugs—clear as day.
That was the match to the powder keg.
Fish-Men had been discriminated against for a long time, forced to claw through society. It left them far more sensitive than ordinary humans—especially to insults like this.
Once their nerve was touched, anger surged like a tidal wave and drowned all reason, turning into blazing rage.
The shark Fish-Man's whole face flushed a dark, violent red. His jagged teeth gleamed like a predator's as he roared:
"What did you just say, you little brat?!
You dare compare us to bugs?! Don't forget—if Boss Arlong hadn't spared you, you'd be dead already!"
The octopus Fish-Man whipped his tentacles around and spat:
"Damn human—no gratitude at all. We let you live and you still mock us!
Boss Arlong doesn't let us hit you whenever we want… but today we're teaching you a lesson!"
The moment she heard them snap, panic flooded Nami's voice again.
"Run, Harry! I don't know what your world is like, but in this world, a Fish-Man's arm strength is at least ten times a normal human's! With my body, if I take one punch, I'm toast!"
But unlike Nami's panic, Harry looked utterly composed—like these Fish-Men really were nothing more than bugs he could crush underfoot.
He strolled right up to them, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly as he reassured her:
"Nami, don't panic. I told you—I'm a mage. Same as your Devil Fruit users, I've got special abilities."
That didn't comfort her at all. If anything, she got more frantic, her voice trembling like she was about to cry.
"I know you're a mage, but you're controlling my body! If something happens, what am I supposed to do?!"
"It's all the same."
Nami went silent for half a second.
Damn it. You're not the one getting punched!
At the same time, after they'd openly threatened to beat her, the Fish-Men saw that Nami not only didn't run—she stopped right in front of them and looked at them with open mockery.
Their fury surged even higher.
The shark Fish-Man clenched his fist and swung for Nami's shoulder, cursing as he struck:
"You little brat! You dare look down on Fish-Men?! Today you're paying for that arrogance!"
Inside her mind, Nami shrieked nonstop, screaming at Harry to dodge.
And in that split-second—
A sharp, crisp cry like a thousand birds erupted.
Crackling currents exploded across Nami's skin, silver threads of electricity snapping and hissing in a storm of sparks.
Then the world suddenly felt like it had been slowed down.
The punch that had always seemed lightning-fast—impossible to avoid—now crawled toward her like a turtle stuck in mud.
"No… what is this? Is this a mage's power? You can control lightning—and you can boost my physical stats?!"
Amid Nami's shocked cries, Harry guided her body with ease, slipping sideways. The shark Fish-Man's heavy punch tore through the air and missed by a hair, brushing past her clothes.
Harry flowed forward instantly and drove a punch into the Fish-Man's abdomen.
The impact launched him backward like he'd been fired from a cannon.
"How is that possible?!" one Fish-Man blurted, eyes bulging. "She's human—since when does she have that kind of strength?!"
Another Fish-Man roared in rage, swinging his fists so hard his scales bristled.
"Bastard! The brat's resisting—and she hurt our brother! All of you, get her! Tear her apart!"
Most Fish-Men were hot-blooded by nature. In that moment, they completely lost it.
They even forgot Boss Arlong's instructions, ready to go all-out and beat Nami to death right here.
After all, they knew how Arlong saw humans—livestock.
They might get punished afterward, sure, but their lives wouldn't be in danger.
Seeing seven or eight Fish-Men charge at once, Nami cried out again in Harry's mind, fear and disbelief mixing together:
"Harry—there are seven or eight of them! Can you handle this?!"
Harry didn't answer.
He simply raised Nami's slender index finger and spoke softly:
"Hadō: Byakurai."
Hadō was a strange kind of spell Harry had learned in a spirit world. The principle was simple—no spell circles required. The power wasn't impressive, but the casting speed made it perfect for dealing with trash like this.
A brilliant bolt of lightning shot from Nami's fingertip and instantly struck the sturdiest shark Fish-Man, punching straight through his chest.
The current burrowed into his insides, shredding organs. In moments, his body went slack.
Dead.
After that, Harry kept using the same low-level spell, picking them off one by one—until only three Fish-Men remained.
By then, terror had swallowed them whole, and they turned and fled.
"No—how can Nami be this strong?! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"
"Go tell Boss Arlong! Nami might've become a Devil Fruit user— but even if she did, she's still no match for Boss Arlong!"
Harry watched them scramble away.
Normally, if he needed them to lead the way, he might have let them go.
But unfortunately for them, Nami knew the island like the back of her hand.
They weren't necessary.
Three white bolts snapped out in an instant, each one piercing a Fish-Man clean through.
They fell dead where they ran.
Then Harry continued forward, following the direction Nami indicated, walking steadily toward the center of the island.
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