"...Uh, so, can you pretend you didn't see any of this and just turn around and leave?"
The moment Doflamingo saw the world-famous Hancock, his brain completely short-circuited.
He never imagined that while everyone's attention was drawn to Kaido, Bullet, and the Beasts Pirates, and all combat power was tied up on the front lines, right here near the supposedly absolutely safe Flower Capital...
A Marine would show up!
And… the hardest kind to deal with!
This woman called Hancock was the one who kicked Kaido in front of all of them and then managed to escape safely afterward!
Although in Dressrosa all these years Doflamingo had been pushing himself desperately, even to the point of overexertion, to raise his own strength…
Facing Hancock—who also possessed all three types of Haki—he wasn't exactly confident…
"Hm? Aren't you Doflamingo?" Hancock blinked. "Shouldn't you be at the front lines… attacking Wano together with Kaido's Beasts Pirates? I remember very clearly—you betrayed Father, you know…"
"Fufufufufufu! You're mistaken! All of this was part of my plan! I worked extremely hard to make Kaido trust me so we could attack Wano together… In truth, I wanted to help Wano and the Marines capture Kaido completely!"
"Ohhh, I see. Then I really did misunderstand you!" Hancock looked enlightened and walked toward Doflamingo completely defenseless. "Right, right—Doflamingo, let me ask you something…"
"What?"
"Do I… really look that much like an idiot?"
The moment she finished speaking, Hancock vanished.
"Soru!"
Under his flamboyant sunglasses, Doflamingo's eyes shot wide open, his pupils shrinking to needle points.
A deadly premonition, like thousands of needles, stabbed violently into his brain.
The next instant, Hancock was already behind him…
"Perfume Femur!"
The Love-Love Fruit's power surged through her body, paired with a terrifying kick aimed straight at Doflamingo's head.
But the results of Doflamingo's power-ups were extremely significant.
If he were the Doflamingo from the original story, he would probably have been one-shot by Hancock's kick right here.
But now, the moment Hancock moved, he had already sensed her presence.
Countless strings burst from his body, forming layers of spiderwebs that narrowly intercepted the Perfume Femur!
Hancock frowned.
The durable strings were coated with a substantial amount of Armament Haki.
The petrification effect attached to Perfume Femur had no effect on the string-web.
However, after Michael's meticulous training and as one of Garp's personal disciples, Hancock's physical ability and martial arts far surpassed her original-story version.
So even a pure physical kick shattered the string-web after holding for just one second!
Unfortunately…
That one second was enough for Doflamingo to widen the distance again.
While Hancock and Doflamingo exchanged their lightning-fast strikes, Trebol finally reacted.
He hurled sticky mucus from his body toward Hancock.
"Sticky Chain!"
Its speed was impressive, and coming from a blind angle, it should have been a guaranteed hit.
The mucus produced by the Sticky-Sticky Fruit had such insane toughness that even Doflamingo's sharp strings couldn't easily cut through it.
But Hancock…
Tilted her body ever so slightly—easily dodging the ambush.
Her face was full of disgust.
"Ugh… what kind of gross Devil Fruit ability is that!? Doflamingo, could your subordinates possibly be any more disgusting to me?"
"My body reacted on its own before my brain even processed it—just because I hate disgusting things THAT much!"
Trebol was stunned.
"W-What!? Her body dodged on instinct just from disgust!?" Trebol turned to Doflamingo. "D-Doffy! My fruit ability… isn't that disgusting, right?"
"...Mm."
"Why are you looking away!? As the boss you shouldn't despise your own subordinate!"
"I told you not to suddenly lean so close! Even your tears are mucus! So gross!"
While Trebol wailed toward Doflamingo, the rest of the Donquixote executives began surrounding them.
"It seems this time we're facing a powerful enemy again… Even the Young Master probably can't win easily!" The trembling old man stepped forward, veins bulging on his forehead as he curled his hands into two 'G' signs. "Thus, it is time for Lao G to give his all!"
"Hey, old man, watch your back or your old waist will snap," said a man wearing a pink baby cap, a pacifier in his mouth, yellow star-patterned briefs—it was the one most out of place among these born deviants and freaks.
Senor Pink, Paramecia-type Swim-Swim Fruit user.
Known as…
"Dressrosa's Most Passionate Man."
"You're too old to be forcing yourself on the battlefield…" said the man beside him, wearing a visor with round lenses and sporting white hair sticking straight up like a Super Saiyan. "Once we enter battle… age no longer matters. For the Young Master, we fight to the death!"
"Huhahaha, you sure are a hardcore man, Gladius! Even I'm feeling fired up fwing!"
"Shut up… your verbal tic pisses me off, Machvise!"
Gladius—Explode-Explode Fruit user.
Machvise—Ton-Ton Fruit user.
Both moderately well-developed Paramecia users.
But…
Anyone who read the manga knows—these two are clearly characters Oda made during a creativity drought just to fill out the numbers!
Hancock scanned the group, her gaze completely indifferent.
"Are you done talking?"
"If you're done, then prepare to accept your fate!"
"Marine Headquarters Vice Admiral 'Empress' Boa Hancock hereby declares—"
"You are all about to be captured by me! Surrender at once! I shall temporarily spare your lives!"
"After all… this is Granny Tsuru's request."
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Fanfic is finished. 583 chapters in total on p@treon/tambeerg