Chapter 72 (1/2)

Grandline, Paradise, Impel Down

Magellan had just comfortably arrived at his quarters and sat himself down on his personally crafted toilette to take the shit of the century when he received a call on his transpondersnail. With an annoying grunt, Magellan took the mic into his hand, still sitting on his beloved toilette and going about it like a champ. After all he had had a lot of time and practise invested in his defecation, evolving it into an artform. Though he guessed few would be willing to call it that...

”Urgghhh, this is, urgh, Magellan speaking. What is it? Hnggg” the tall man spoke into the mic, at first receiving only silence from the other end. Soon though the caller snapped out of it and responded with something that made the wardens mood sour in seconds.

”Sir! There has been a revolt in level one, lead by a tall man who took out all the guards without problem. The revolt has spilled over into the second level and by now reached the third level, with none of the guards, nor monster or man, being able to stop the groups advance. What are your orders, sir?”

Magellan mulled it over once more in his mind before coming to a conclusion.

”First order: Give Hanniabal the order to round up the troops at the upper level one or two to stop any prisoners from escaping Impel Down.

Second order: Tell Sadi-chan to send her guardian-beasts to confront the group.

Should they arrive in the lower level still than I will take care of them myself.” Magellan said, hanging up the mic instantly. After all he had his art to perfect and a few stupid convicts wouldn't stop him from doing so.

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The group of prisoners had been walking through the heat of the third level for a few minutes now and a lot of cursing was heard through the group, making for a rather amusing scene in Azuls eyes.

Chopper, who was sitting on Azuls shoulder was already gasping for air as the heat was too much for the reindeer to handle, resulting in him slumbing over Azuls shoulder like a wet towl, just like the guard he had been carrying back on the first level whom he had soon afterwards dumped in a corner as unnescessary balast.

Nami meanwhile had opened her top in the heat, making many of the men grin in happiness though she couldn't be bothered much by it due to the incredible heat that permitted the third level.