One Piece: Rinnegan Is My Golden Finger.

Hearing Chiga's prediction, Violet simply smiled and said nothing. She assumed he was still irritated over Spartan's earlier provocation and had exaggerated out of spite.

She found it believable that Bellamy might defeat Spartan, but winning in just three seconds? That seemed impossible. Spartan had been the reigning champion for eleven consecutive months—he wasn't someone who could be taken down so easily.

Her thoughts drifted briefly to "Danzo's" slightly jealous tone earlier. She couldn't help but smile faintly and shake her head.

This Danzo... still a little childish.

Chiga noticed Violet's doubtful expression, but didn't respond. It wasn't worth correcting, because Bellamy wouldn't win in three seconds—he couldn't.

But with Chiga involved, it was no longer a matter of possibility.

A subtle smile formed on Chiga's lips. Robin, who had been quietly observing him, recognized that look. She knew exactly what he intended.

Glancing at Violet, who still appeared unconvinced, Robin covered her mouth and chuckled, anticipating the spectacle about to unfold.

Her soft laughter caught Violet's attention, who glanced over, puzzled by what Miss Robin found so amusing. Chiga casually patted Robin's thigh and said,

"Alright, that's enough. The match is about to begin."

Robin nodded and leaned in closer to Chiga, turning her gaze seriously to the arena.

The intimacy between them didn't go unnoticed by Violet. She felt a twinge of envy. In her situation, she longed for someone dependable beside her—someone strong.

But as her thoughts wandered toward a distant memory, she sighed softly and turned her focus back to the ring.

The bell rang. Bellamy crouched, spring-like limbs coiled, and launched himself like a bullet toward Spartan.

Spartan, familiar with Bellamy's Bane-Bane Fruit ability, stood his ground. He stomped firmly, assuming a defensive stance, arms crossed over his head.

He believed he could tank the initial assault. Bellamy's power was explosive, sure, but his stamina and technique? Lacking. If he could block this rush, he could overpower him easily.

Ordinarily, that logic made sense.

Unfortunately, he had angered Chiga.

In a flash, Chiga's eyes shifted into Rinnegan. A faint purple shimmer flickered—and suddenly, the ground beneath Spartan detonated with explosive force.

Caught off guard, Spartan's balance faltered. He stumbled.

Bellamy seized the chance, springing forward. His fists, coiled like springs, slammed into Spartan's chest, sending him flying out of the ring and crashing into the pool that surrounded it.

Spartan flailed, trying to climb out. But the water wasn't just for aesthetics—it housed the arena's infamous fighting fish. Large, horned creatures resembling piranhas, and far deadlier.

Struggling in the water, Spartan's movements slowed. He wasn't a swimmer. And now, weakened and soaked, he was in real danger.

But Chiga wasn't done with him.

His eyes narrowed as he glanced at Spartan's waterlogged black shorts. Channeling the power of the Bomb-Bomb Fruit, he triggered an explosion.

A sharp blast erupted at Spartan's waist, and he screamed in agony, his body curling in pain. He clutched himself, unable to move—just as the swarm of fighting fish descended.

They tore into him without mercy, turning the water crimson. The crowd didn't recoil in horror—instead, they roared with excitement, thrilled by the brutal spectacle.

The entire fight, from stance to defeat, had lasted exactly three seconds.

Violet stared blankly as Bellamy raised a fist in victory, still confused by what had just happened. It was too quick, too unbelievable.

But then she remembered Spartan's heavy stomp. Was that what cracked the floor? That had to be it. It had to be.

And then, just as her thoughts spiraled, Chiga's voice whispered in her ear.

"Miss Violet, well? Nailed it again. The match ended in three seconds."

Her expression stiffened. She could almost picture the smug look on "Danzo's" face. She didn't even try to glance at him—just nodded quietly.

But deep inside, she began to question him.

To predict a battle's outcome was impressive. To predict the exact time it would end? That required more than luck.

Despite his delicate features and lean build, Violet couldn't shake the growing suspicion—Danzo was no ordinary man.

In the arena, Bellamy was basking in the crowd's admiration when a host in a tuxedo approached, raised his arm high, and declared him the victor.

Then, the host introduced a special event.

"Today only," he announced, "audience members may volunteer to face the winner in a friendly match. No injuries, just a light spar!"

It was a gimmick. The audience was full of civilians—who among them would dare challenge the man who just obliterated Spartan?

Of course, the event had been rigged. A planted participant would come onstage, exchange a few flashy moves with Bellamy, take a photo, and that would be the end.

As expected, no one in the audience moved.

But Violet saw an opportunity.

She looked at Chiga and smiled slightly.

"Mr. Danzo, aren't you tempted to give it a try? Your predictions are so accurate... I bet your skills are too."

Chiga waved dismissively. Bellamy wasn't even worth his time.

Violet's smile faded slightly. She had hoped to get a glimpse of his true ability. Still, she didn't press him—especially not when Robin was already so close.

But then, Robin leaned in and clung to Chiga's arm. Her voice turned soft and teasing.

"Danzo~ Just go try it. I know you're the strongest."

Chiga remained silent.

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100 Power Stones = 1 Bonus Chapter

200 Power Stones = 3 Bonus Chapters

Sounds like a fair trade, a real win-win if you ask me.