It just so happened that she also found this matter a bit tricky, not because of Stella's request.
But if Nero and Stella's relationship were to be affected by a small fry like Tesoro, it would be too unworthy.
In Hathaway's view, it was better to let this person go; she would ensure Tesoro died a proper death in a distant land.
So this person had to be protected, but what Nero, in her fit of anger, would do was unpredictable.
It would be good if some of His Majesty's anger could be vented. Just as Hathaway was thinking this, Shanks arrived.
And it was the enhanced Pro Max version. Hathaway had initially felt a bit bad, even arriving early at the city gate to greet him.
But when she saw Shanks's high-spirited demeanor and his direct use of Nero's given name, she breathed a sigh of relief.
This former junior was clearly getting ahead of himself, and it seemed he truly needed this beating. The little guilt she had felt immediately vanished.
However, her gaze towards Shanks softened quite a bit. This was a case of mutual aid.
Nero in the garden picked up a nearby bench and hurled it over.
Red Dragon Eight Trigrams!
Shanks, facing this move, had a bewildered expression.
This intensity is a bit off, isn't it?
He was now no weaker than Kaido and his ilk, yet he still felt a strong threat from this single strike.
He knew Nero well; Nero in this state was not using her full power, not even her Devil Fruit, and it wasn't even as strong as when she fought Bullet back then.
Watching the bench, unable to withstand Nero's power, rapidly carbonize in mid-air and then turn to dust, only a gust of... bench... bench-wind remained.
Shanks's cheek felt a sharp sting.
Is this power normal?
Not daring to be negligent in the slightest, Shanks continued to draw his sword. The Kamisari infused with Conqueror's Haki transformed into a red griffon and charged towards the attack.
Violent gales swept in all directions. The members of the Red Hair Pirates, along with Doflamingo and Tesoro, watched in astonishment.
Nero looked up at the Red Hair uncle again, somewhat surprised herself. Having attacked twice consecutively without taking down the opponent, it made her regard the person before her with a bit more seriousness.
The move felt familiar. It wasn't that she didn't recognize Kamisari, but rather that Shanks had long since made Kamisari his own technique.
Although Nero, Roger, and Shanks all used the same move, they had long since become vastly different.
Just as Nero was about to make another move, Shanks quickly raised his hands in surrender.
"Wait! Wait! Big Sister! It's me! Shanks!"
Hearing this, Nero stopped her attack, frowning as she scrutinized Shanks, slowly recognizing familiar features.
Her bad mood vanished instantly, replaced by a smile.
"Hmm, Shanks! What's wrong with you? Did you fall under some curse? How did you end up looking like this?"
Faced with Nero's triple inquiry, Shanks couldn't help but feel a little doubtful.
Was his current appearance really that bad? So much so that Nero would describe him as cursed?
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