Dengeki's Pirate Journey

Rub, rub, rub.

Knead, rub, rub.

"Okay, towel your hair clean. Now put this on, Misaka-chan."

A female sailor temporarily covered Misaka's body with a bathrobe. This was her own personal belongings. How could the rough guys of the male sailors have such a thing.

The first thing I did after being rescued by Garp was——

Take a bath.

A hot bath.

Her whole body became warm, and the scent of shower gel still surrounded Misaka.

After everything was over, the female marine led Misaka's little hand and asked softly: "Then let's go see Lieutenant General Garp? Although he looks fierce, he is actually very gentle."

"Okay, Misaka Misaka replied calmly."

Her short eyelashes trembled slightly, Misaka's beautiful eyes widened and she looked up at the female sailor's cheek.

Although there was a pair of majestic peaks in the middle blocking Misaka's view, Misaka still managed to see the female sailor's cheek. .

so cute! !

Staring at the way Misaka opened her mouth slightly and raised her head, the sea in the female sailor's heart was already churning.

After a while,

The female sailor held her head high and led Misaka out of the door of the women's bathroom.

After going all the way around, we finally arrived at Garp's location, where Garp had been waiting.

"So, kid, why are you in the barrel."

Misaka replied expressionlessly: "Because... Misaka was in the barrel from the beginning. Misaka Misaka denied the body's past."

Misaka simply thought that the parents with similar bodies were not Misaka's parents.

So he said something that denied the body's past.

Misaka really just felt that way.

But this group of brain-filling monsters have already started their performance.

"what?!"

"This child..."

"No way, could it be——"

"Quiet!"

The surrounding marines began to chatter and discuss, and Garp yelled angrily. Everyone could tell that Garp was angry, which was rare.

Misaka was a little confused.

The usually easy-going Garp's expression turned serious, and his eyes were silent.

"Misaka...is this your name?"

Garp crossed his arms on his chest, looking thoughtful.

But Misaka continued to remain expressionless and answered the enthusiastic uncle's questions with a ruthless voice.

"I am Misaka No. 7546," Misaka said loudly as she secretly hoped to find a guardian.

"serial number?!"

"Hey Hey hey!"

"My God!"

"call--"

Garp took a deep breath. He originally thought it was an ordinary shipwreck, but the child just happened to be saved by him.

But what Misaka said has really overturned Garp's three views that he has formed over more than seventy years, such as numbering children and putting them in wooden barrels.

Is that human being?

Misaka raised her hands in the air like a cute girl.

"Misaka is a 18 yen product, but now there is no money. Now I just need to find a home. Misaka Misaka raised her hands in the air to please the uncle sitting on the chair."

"Those bastards-"

Garp blushed and stared at Misaka with gritted teeth. His eyes were full of anger, and veins had popped up on his forehead.

"Did I do anything wrong? Misaka Misaka asked the angry uncle, feeling a little worried about his future."

Misaka shrank her head and glanced at Garp timidly.

Don't think that Misaka has no expression.

That's just habitual facial paralysis.

No sailor with a conscience can stand the cuteness shown by Misaka.

There was a dead silence in the room, and some even grabbed their weapons tightly with their hands.

"Lieutenant General Garp!"

A sailor came out and saluted Garp and shouted.

"I know!"

Garp stood up and looked down at Misaka without a smile.

Misaka took a step back expressionlessly, her palm already stuck to the metal plate, ready to activate her ability at any time.

"Where are the people who are imprisoning you? I will go find them."

"They are no longer in this world, Misaka replied very honestly."

Misaka's crisp voice echoed in the cabin. All the marines turned off their fires, and the word justice behind them looked so pale.

"Is that so?"

Garp sat down weakly, leaning against the soft swivel chair.

Garp's burly figure looked so intimidating.

Garp closed his eyes for a while, then smiled.

"So, Misaka, do you know me? Garp."

Misaka blinked, seeming to be searching for something in her mind. She had just deleted the memories she thought were useless...

"I don't know. Misaka Misaka tried her best to recall the contents in her mind and regretfully denied it."

Misaka shook her head and Garp scratched his head.

"This kid doesn't even know Lieutenant General Garp."

"The information is too tightly closed!"

"poor child."

For a while, Garp couldn't think of how to continue to answer Misaka.

If saying that he is a naval hero would give this child a little sense of security, Garp could repeat it ten thousand times, but this child may not even know what a navy is.

After much deliberation, I can only find a way out for this child.

Meeting Garp was Misaka's greatest luck.

"Misaka, do you want to join the navy?"

Garp asked Misaka this, and Misaka's head shook like a rattle.

"No. Misaka already hates the experiment and refused the request with great reluctance."

This suddenly puts Garp in a difficult situation. He can't avenge the child, and he can't arrange a way out for the child.

Garp felt a little headache.

So Garp directly asked Misaka to make a request.

"So what do you want? Whether it's money or something, we can help you, whatever you want."

The marines stood aside and felt that if the child was not willing to join the navy, she would only need a few things.

Or a place to live.

Or something like money.

Wealth and splendor are not guaranteed, but we are still capable of having enough food, clothing and clothing.

None of this is a problem in front of Garp.

Now let’s look at Misaka’s choice.

Misaka walked up to Garp, whose hand was still resting on the chair.

Garp was a little curious about what this child was going to do.

Misaka's little hand immediately grasped one of Garp's fingers.

"You want you. Misaka Misaka used an old trick from Chicken Soup and secretly observed your expression."

Misaka plotted loudly.

Garp was stunned for a moment, feeling the soft touch on his fingers, and laughed kindly.

I laughed even to tears.

"Good, good, good!!"

Kaplan said "ok" three times and picked up Misaka.

"Then from now on you will be my granddaughter, Garp!"

"Hello, grandpa. Misaka Misaka said knowingly."

Another burst of cheerful laughter followed.

Misaka had no idea what she had gotten into.