But he had no idea what Vir was planning next.
So, he didn’t make a move.
If this guy was just gonna scoop up all that fat and toss it out, fine. The treatnt could go on.
But if he tried to slap those disgusting, contaminated bits of flesh back onto his body—absolutely no way in hell!
Shiki had already made up his mind.
If Vir dared to try it—
He’d take off imdiately!
Grab his people and retreat!
Screw this treatnt!
He’d just consider it a weight-loss session!
Just as Marco predicted, Shiki couldn’t take it anymore.
Jina, watching Vir wield a pile of disgustingly filthy tools, wrinkled her nose.
She couldn’t fathom it.
How could soone let their tools get this nasty?
Those poor things must be suffering under Vir’s care.
Jina’s thoughts aligned with Shiki’s—she assud Vir was just cleaning up the ss.
But clearly—
They were both about to be disappointed.
Even though Golden Lion’s image in her heart had taken a bit of a hit—
She quickly recovered.
She figured it must’ve been an extre physiological reaction caused by Vir’s treatnt.
Nothing to do with her father’s character!
Yeah!
That had to be it!
By now, Vir had gathered most of the putty-like gunk scattered across the floor — over ten pounds of the stuff.
And in just half a minute...
He’d scooped it all into his protein-enriched bucket.
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Feeling that slimy, visceral texture again...
Shiki couldn’t hold back.
He imdiately contributed a massive sum of negative points to Vir.
The sheer disgustingness of that thing was too much.
Even a man who’d weathered countless storms like him...
Couldn’t take it.
His face twisted into a mask of agony—
Exactly like Rayleigh’s.
Both of them looked like they were about to puke.
Seeing Shiki like this, Rayleigh couldn’t help but recall so... less-than-pleasant mories.
Too familiar.
Sigh.
It was like they were carved from the sa mold.
He truly understood Shiki’s pain.
"I get how you feel, man." Rayleigh said, his tone that of a seasoned veteran. "Feelin’ it in your throat, huh? Deep breaths. Wanting to puke is normal."
"This is just the beginning. You’re definitely gonna throw up soon. Want to grab a bucket for you? Be a sha if you got that all over yourself."
Shiki just glared at him and ignored the offer.
"Gurararara!" Whitebeard, watching the show, burst out laughing. "Rayleigh, quit ddling! Let Old Lion enjoy the full experience!"
Hearing that, Rayleigh shrugged.
"Yeah, this stubborn old coot won’t listen. Can’t be helped. He’ll learn soon enough."
The mont those words left his mouth, Whitebeard paused. "Rayleigh! Sounds like you’ve been through this ’advanced treatnt’ too, huh? Don’t tell ...?"
Whitebeard’s voice carried a hint of seriousness.
Rayleigh’s lips curled into a faint smile—
Though whether it was bitter or sothing else was unclear.
But that smile alone made it seem like he had stories to tell.
Even Whitebeard couldn’t help but wonder—
Rayleigh too??
Was the "Vir Virus" spreading this fast?
Even Rayleigh wasn’t spared?!
In the projection, Rayleigh didn’t answer Whitebeard’s question.
And in that instant—a perfectly round, almost comically perky butt appeared in full view of the entire Whitebeard Pirates.
"HISSSSS—"
The sheer shapeliness of that rear end forced the entire Whitebeard Pirates to suck in a collective breath!
This sight alone paralyzed the entire crew in shock.
"Th-That ass... It’s defying the heavens!"
"That’s a god-tier caboose! Rayleigh got hit HARD!"
"Damn, Vir is too ruthless! Rayleigh probably can’t even wipe properly anymore. Must be hell!"
"Brutal. But gotta respect Rayleigh’s confidence—dude’s not even embarrassed. Out here flaunting it!"
The crew erupted into chatter.
Everyone marveled at Rayleigh’s ntal fortitude.
Anyone who could endure Vir’s side effects without flinching deserved respect.
Right now, they were all keeping at least two ters away from Whitebeard.
Because of that unholy stench.
Especially when he talked.
They had to back up imdiately—
Or else today’s al would go to waste.
Seeing Rayleigh like this, Whitebeard’s eyes glead with recognition.
"I acknowledge you."
To stand tall with an ass that majestic and not bat an eye?
Respect.
Compared to that... his own "aroma issue" didn’t seem so bad.
If he had to deal with that kind of backside...
Whitebeard shuddered.
Couldn’t even imagine it.
Too terrifying.
"We gotta catch up soti, Rayleigh! We’re fellow patients now!"
Rayleigh responded with a carefree laugh and a thumbs-up.
That level of nonchalance even made Whitebeard feel a little inadequate.
(Though really, it was just sheer shalessness...)
anwhile, Vir—now holding his bucket of sludge—picked up an electric mixer.
The mont Shiki saw it, his vision darkened.
’You son of a—’
’Just scraping it up nearly made pass out!’
’And that thing in your hand... Unless my eyes deceive ... IS A MIXER?!’
’You’re telling you’re gonna WHIP IT UP NOW?!’
’Just scooping it almost made vomit!’
’If you mix it, I’M GONNA DIE!!!’
’And what the hell is that gunk stuck to it?!’
’TELL THE TRUTH—’
’DID YOU USE IT TO UNCLOG A TOILET?!’
Shiki was panicking.
He was panicking AGAIN!
A legendary pirate of the old era, a man who’d weathered countless battles—
And yet today, his sweat wouldn’t stop, his face wouldn’t obey!
He wanted to call off the treatnt.
But right now, after losing so much weight...
After enduring such brutal tornt...
If he tried to fight back, he genuinely feared he might lose to his own doctor.
Rayleigh and Marco would probably stay out of it for his sake.
Gloriosa (Elder Nyon) wouldn’t interfere either.
After all, they’d both sailed under the sa captain back in the Rocks Pirates.
She’d give him that much courtesy.
The rest were just a bunch of weak-looking brats.
So the real problem was Vir.
What if he couldn’t beat him?!
This was the guy who had taken down Akainu!
Say what you will about that magma bastard, but he was strong.
Even Shiki had to admit that.
If Vir could defeat soone like that... then could he really escape with Jina under Vir’s watch?
Judging by Vir’s deanor, it seed like he wouldn’t let him leave until the treatnt was done...
Shiki was stuck in hesitation.
But what he didn’t know was—
If Vir gave the word, Marco, Yamato, Hancock, and Rayleigh would jump him in an instant and beat him to a pulp!
No one would spare him any courtesy—Vir had helped them too much.
But even if they didn’t intervene, Shiki stood no chance of escaping Vir’s grasp in his current state...
If Vir knew what Shiki was thinking, he’d probably smirk and say—
"Sorry, old man."
"But this doctor..."
"Knows a thing or two about throwing hands. NO VIOLENCE IN THE HOSPITAL!"
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