"Ahhh, it hurts, it hurts!"
Yamato clutched her bloodied backside with both hands, rolling on the ground in pain, tears flying from her eyes.
It hurt more than being hit with her father's kanabō.
Her palms felt wet.
Waaah~ I'm bleeding!
Suddenly, a shadow loomed over her.
Yamato looked up in alarm a massive figure was falling from the sky!
It was Good!
His muscular arms formed a triangle, his rocky elbow aimed straight at her!
Yamato's pupils shrank in terror.
Wait if that hits, I'll—!
"Boulder Elbow Smash!!"
The strike slammed into her stomach.
"Guh!"
Her eyes bulged, her back bent as her waist embedded into the ground—her body twisted into a perfect V shape, limbs pointed skyward.
Consciousness... fading...
The next thing she knew, she was being dragged—then the world spun violently.
"Spinning Top Tornado Throw!"
Good grabbed her by the ankles and began rotating on the spot at breakneck speed. Once the centrifugal force peaked, he let go—
Whiz!
Yamato shot through the air like a cannonball, straight into the cliffside.
"BOOM!!"
The rockface shattered, debris rained down like a storm and swallowed her in dust.
A normal person would've stood far back, but Good rushed into the dust cloud at the risk of being crushed by the falling rocks.
Within seconds, he dragged Yamato's limp body out, sprinting vertically up the cliffside.
Wind howled in her ears.
"Wind?"
Yamato's groggy eyes blinked open—she was upside down, getting further from the ground.
Then it hit her.
She was going airborne.
What the hell is happening?!
When they reached a height of nearly a hundred meters, Good threw her skyward, then launched himself after her, grabbing her upside-down frame as they began spinning again.
Both of them plummeted toward the earth.
"WAAAH—HELP—HELP!!"
Yamato screamed and struggled, but her weakened body couldn't escape his grasp.
"Finisher: Spiral Piledriver!!!"
The two of them crashed down like a falling meteor.
"BOOOOM!!!"
The ground exploded. A shockwave of dust and debris roared through the back mountain.
The watching pirates were stunned silent.
This guy is insane...!
When the dust settled, Good stood triumphant at the crater's center. Nearby, Yamato was planted headfirst in the ground, her long legs sticking straight up like a radish.
Plop!
Her legs slowly flopped over, limp.
K.O.
"Real men wrestle!"
Good declared with pride.
Compared to swordplay, his bulky frame was born for grapples and throws—especially judo and wrestling.
Now was the time to enjoy victory.
He raised his arms in triumph and circled Yamato like a champion, awaiting applause.
But...
Silence.
"…Huh?"
Good's brow furrowed.
Where's the applause?
Tch, what a bunch of tasteless idiots.
His fierce gaze swept around.
The pirates instinctively stepped back, their eyes filled with horror as if staring at a demon.
"He actually did that to a woman?!"
"And he even hit Yamato-sama's butt!"
"This guy's a monster!!"
Murmurs rippled through the crowd.
Especially among the women pirates—their eyes full of fear.
Someone booed, then everyone pouted and gave thumbs down, even his own teammates joined in.
"Demon! Demon! Demon!"
"SHUT UP!!"
Good shouted, face darkening.
With Yamato's monster-level physique, holding back isn't an option!
Hell, he should be thanking Boss Kaido for draining 99% of her health, not to mention Ulti's earlier damage.
Otherwise, all his attacks wouldn't even count as a warm-up massage.
To Good, mercy to the enemy was cruelty to oneself—especially in a world where everyone had freakish bodies.
What if she just sat up and kept going?
Five years from now, the Beasts Pirates would be toast!
"Tch!"
Good snorted, then hauled Yamato over his shoulder and marched toward Skull Castle.
The pirates parted without a word, silently letting him pass.
Even though they booed, none dared stop him—in the Beasts Pirates, power is law.
Even the elite Tobi Roppo onlookers didn't interfere.
Good's raw strength had earned their respect, and with Ulti as his backing, he wasn't to be trifled with.
"Wait for us, Brother Good!"
The Ulti Fan Club hurried after him, carrying both Ulti and Tobi Roppo, their faces filled with awe.
They'd always known Good was strong, but not this strong.
This power… he could be a Tobi Roppo himself!
"Brother Good, did you level up?"
"Damn right I did!"
Good grinned wide.
It had only been two and a half months since he'd transmigrated, and his physique had nearly doubled in strength, now reaching Tobi Roppo standards.
The reason?
He had a tenant inside him.
A red-armored baby Pokémon.
Its name—
Groudonc
Yes, the one that fights Kyogre, gets wrecked by Rayquaza, and can't even fly—Groudon, the earth god Pokémon.
He was now Groudon's Jinchūriki or more accurately, a Zoan Mythical-type user of Groudon Form", but without the usual seawater or Seastone weaknesses.
Good closed his eyes and focused inward.
In a warm, dry cavern, a soccer ball-sized baby Groudon curled up fast asleep.
Sensing Good's arrival, Groudon stirred, then happily opened its mouth.
"Waa~ (Hungry) Waa~ (Hungry)~!"
"Hold on, I know..."
Good sighed.
The little guy ate like a black hole at least eight meals a day, and it only wanted high-quality meat, completely ignoring carbs.
A money pit!
Good could barely save a coin thanks to this glutton.
Still—there were benefits.
Their bodies were now linked. As the little one grew, Good's own body strengthened in kind.
Even better, he'd inherited Groudon's earth-manipulation powers the "Cliff-Crushing Sword," running up vertical cliffs all thanks to the power of land.
And the baby was just a newborn.
If this much strength came in two months... what would he become when Groudon matured?
The future looked bright.