Chapter 126: One Kick, Two Supernovas
After all, the so-called Supernovas out on the Grand Line were a wildly uneven bunch. Most of them couldn't even use Armament Haki or Observation Haki, yet the World Government and Marine Headquarters still had the nerve to call them "Grand Line Supernovas."
Against that kind of so-called "rookie superstar"?
Admiral Kizaru felt that, if he actually got serious, one per kick was selling himself short.
Two Supernovas per kick was perfectly LGTM.
But that brought up a new problem…
This Chat Group Admin who went by "RawrSoFierce" — how did he know so much about him? Logically speaking, this person shouldn't be from his world at all. Wait — the Group Announcement said the Admin knew the futures of most Group Members because of something called an "anime" or "series," or some other term he couldn't make sense of.
Kizaru's brow gradually smoothed out, because he was fairly confident now…
This Dimensional Chat Group, living rent-free inside his own head.
Probably wasn't going to do him any harm.
If it were going to, he'd likely already be dead.
"A Dimensional Chat Group. A mysterious and powerful Admin and Moderator — with even Whitebeard reduced to just a regular member. And then all these other members with bizarre handles… they're all heavy hitters from other worlds, aren't they."
In Kizaru's eyes, setting aside a handful of exceptions, the rest of the Group's handles were deeply strange.
Like the Admin "RawrSoFierce," the Moderator "Eternally Seventeen," and then there were "Kaguya-sama," "Crazy Diamond," "Wandering Little Planet," "Ying Zheng The Sovereign"… all completely bizarre.
Only Whitebeard's handle was at least vaguely normal, because "Edward Newgate" was just the man's real name.
"Come to think of it, does joining this Chat Group mean I've somehow, inexplicably, become comrades with Whitebeard?"
The corner of Kizaru's mouth twitched. He couldn't shake a deeply absurd feeling about the whole situation.
He was Admiral Kizaru, for goodness' sake! A household name!
And now he was apparently going to be in cahoots with Whitebeard…
If word got out, the fallout would be catastrophic.
That extremist colleague of his, Sakazuki — if he ever found out, his first move would probably be to come pick a fight on the spot. So Kizaru decided that the Dimensional Chat Group was probably best kept… quietly under wraps, for the time being.
For now, the only beings in the entire world who knew that he and Whitebeard had somehow ended up in the same boat were…
Him. And Whitebeard, way off in the New World somewhere.
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Admiral Kizaru: One "how scary~" after another, one Supernova per kick — doesn't seem too out of line, does it? But "pay him enough and he'd take down an Emperor"… that's a bit much, ohh my~. If I were actually that powerful, wouldn't that be something.
Admiral Kizaru: Knowing everyone's futures… this Admin really is frightening, isn't he~
Kaguya-sama: Welcome to the Dimensional Chat Group Mutual Hype Convention, where today's competitors are our esteemed Admin, and newcomer "Admiral Kizaru"!
Kaguya-sama: The most insufferable part is that both of these people are actual monsters!
Kaguya-sama: Two absolute powerhouses flexing in here, and us bottom-tier members can only sit here and tremble…
Crazy Diamond: Bottom-tier members, trembling…
Eternally Seventeen: Little Kaguya's playing the humble newbie card again — you earned eight thousand Points from the last Group Quest, plus your daily Sign-In on top of that, adding up to ten thousand total now, yes?
Eternally Seventeen: If you invested all of it into upgrades, you could absolutely land in the mid-tier on the Group's power rankings. Setting aside Wandering Little Planet and the new member Kizaru, placing sixth is completely doable!
RawrSoFierce: A certain scientist who has absolutely zero respect for reason and logic says she has something to add.
WolfKingOfQingQingGrasslands: Huh? Did someone just call for the Wolf King?
Kaguya-sama: I'm a bottom-tier member after all — I'm going to cry now~
Sakura of the Tohsaka: …Kaguya-nee-san, I'm definitely the weakest one here…
"…"
Kizaru's eyelid gave an involuntary twitch. He'd still been slightly uncertain a moment ago, but now he was sure: this place was a certified Clown Convention.
So much for the great warriors of every dimension he'd been promised. Why was every single one of them such a comedian?
It gave him a strange feeling — like being back in the barracks from his younger days.
Back then, the dormitory had been full of clowns too.
Most of those guys had either been reassigned somewhere far away since, or had given their lives to the sea.
Hold on…
The fact that he had been invited into a Group like this.
Did that make him a closeted clown too?
Somehow this had turned into him roasting himself.
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Whatever complicated thoughts were running through Kizaru's head over in his world, Ryū — half a world away in another — had no idea, and no particular interest in finding out.
It had been nearly half a year since the Dimensional Chat Group first opened, and this was the first time anything like this had happened.
Two people from the same world, both ending up in the Chat Group at once.
In theory, the possibility had always existed.
But it was harder to pull off than winning a five-million lottery jackpot.
And here it was, not even six months in, and he'd run straight into those million-to-one odds.
"Still… Whitebeard and Kizaru — one's a pirate, one's a Marine. In the One Piece world, their positions are diametrically opposed. Wonder how they'll get along inside the Group."
Ryū muttered to himself. Logically speaking, a blowup wasn't too likely.
Because Kizaru was a dedicated layabout who lived by the motto: why make trouble when you can avoid it?
And Whitebeard had lived over seventy years — the man had long since mastered the art of reading a room.
Whatever. If they ever got into it, a mute was always an option.
A flawless solution, truly.
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Walking through the disarray of Konoha's streets, Ryū took in the buildings on either side. The walls of nearly every structure were laced with cracks — it looked like the aftermath of an earthquake.
The ground underfoot was uneven and fractured in places too.
Utility poles leaned and tilted in every direction, though at least there were no live wires sparking loose. Someone had probably cut the power. With a disaster like this, leaving the electricity on would have been an invitation for a bigger one — fires, electrocutions, that sort of thing.
When he finally arrived back at his own front door, Ryū gave the place a careful once-over.
A full minute of inspection later, he let out a small breath of relief. "Lucky — just two hairline cracks. I'll patch those up later. Thank goodness I put Kurama down when I did. If the shockwave had reached this side, I'd be sleeping in a tent tonight."
He could, of course, flash his résumé at Minato and get himself upgraded to better accommodations no questions asked.
But this house was his parents' legacy from this life.
It deserved to be looked after.
He pulled out his key, unlocked the front door, glanced inside.
His face immediately began to twitch.
Of course. He'd expected no better.
Inside was pure chaos.
Tables, chairs, hanging scrolls — all toppled and scattered.
The big ceramic vase he kept in the corner had been reduced to fragments.
"…When am I going to wrangle myself a maid? Rem would be ideal, honestly."
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