"Take this! Oil Bullet!!"
Spreading her arms wide, Amumu generated fine beads of oil within her palms.
Between her massive physique and her posture, the movements she used to unleash her attack looked almost like a sumo wrestler performing a ring-entering ceremony. However, Sakura did not panic. She swung her arm with practiced ease, conjuring a shield of seawater to intercept the volley.
"What!?"
"Did I not tell you? I hail from a lineage that serves the Water Dragon... While I cannot wield my naginata for the sake of keeping my spirit calm, I have no problems at all so long as there is this much water around me."
"Whoa! Nice one, big sister! Keep it up and beat that Amumu!!"
"You're so cool!"
"Wh-wh-wh-why... you! Why are you standing out more than me!? You're just a young, pretty little brat! You've got nothing else going for you but that!!"
"Nay, I am also of high birth, a refined Yamato Nadeshiko, and above all, I am strong! I have many virtues besides being young and beautiful!"
"You're so annoying!! The fact that you clearly believe that from the bottom of your soul makes me want to scream!!"
To Amumu—who had lost her youthful beauty to the intense stress brought on by a self-indulgent diet and a selfish personality—Sakura was the ultimate target of envy. She was young, gorgeous, and enjoying the peak of her life.
Furthermore, the girl's natural airheadedness resulted in unconscious provocations that made Amumu’s rage boil over. Screaming, the beast ignited a sticky jealousy even more viscous than the oil oozing from her body.
"Don't get cocky! The moment you stepped onto the sea, you walked right into my territory! Look at your feet!!"
"Hm!?"
When Sakura looked down as prompted, she saw the surface of the sea reflecting the light in a strange, shimmering pattern.
Just as she realized that oil had been scattered all around her, Amumu spoke with a triumphant sneer.
"He-he-he-he-he! Notice it now? A massive amount of greasy oil has already been spread all around you!"
"Is this oil produced from the body of an unseemly, bloated woman? It is quite revolting, to be perfectly honest."
"Stop with the insults already!! You really are an infuriating brat...! I’ll make sure you never flap those lips again!!"
With those words, Amumu lit a flame on the tip of her finger.
It was a tiny fire, no larger than a lighter's flame, but it was more than enough to serve as a spark.
"I’ll make you regret mocking me! Burn to a crisp, you brat!!"
Amumu blew on the flame as if extinguishing the candles on a birthday cake, dropping the spark onto the oil she had released.
In the next instant, the oil ignited. The fire flared up all at once, lunging toward Sakura like a living creature.
"S-Sakura-chan!!"
"Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha! Burn! Everyone who mocks me ends up like this! You guys are next! I’ll burn you all together, ship and all!"
Amumu cackled, mocking Sakura as she was instantly enveloped in flames and vanished from sight.
The beast stood there, threatening the passengers of the Moonlight while savoring the sight of Sakura supposedly being incinerated without resistance. However, as the flames died down and she saw that Sakura's figure was gone, she snorted.
"Hmph...! It looks like she was turned to ash and blown away! That’s what happens when you cross me! ...Wait, what?"
Amumu was certain of her victory, assuming Sakura had either burned up or sunk into the abyss. Yet, a strange sensation prickled at the back of her neck, making her spine shiver.
Sensing something was wrong, she scanned her surroundings, but everything appeared normal. Despite that, the feeling of wrongness only intensified, and a dark premonition grew in tandem.
(Wh-what is this feeling? What am I so afraid of—!?)
Terrified by a threat she couldn't identify, Amumu looked around frantically. Then, the surface beneath her feet lurched.
Shocked that the ground would shake on the open sea where earthquakes were impossible, she looked straight down. Her breath caught when she saw a pair of sharp eyes glaring up at her from beneath the waves.
"Hii...!?"
"Amamiya Style Martial Arts Secret Technique: Toryumon!!"
"Gopeeeeeeeeeee!?"
By the time Amumu noticed those eyes, it was already far too late.
Like a whale’s spout or an erupting geyser, a massive pillar of water surged from the sea. Simultaneously, Sakura’s fist slammed into the beast's face.
The move added a powerful rotation to the upward momentum—a technique that looked suspiciously like something from a popular fighting game. As Sakura soared into the air from the sheer force of the strike, Amumu was sent flying as well.
Tracing a perfect parabola through the sky, the beast slammed into the hull of the Moonlight. Under the watchful eyes of the passengers, she collapsed into the water, unconscious.
"A pity for you. The moment you chose the sea as our stage, you stepped into my domain. My home... ho... home... huh? Well, whatever! Regardless, it is my victory!"
"...She was probably trying to say 'home ground,'" Raiha remarked.
"Yeah, most likely," Ryuga agreed.
The two offered dry retorts as they watched Sakura stand tall upon the water, puffing out her chest with a boisterous laugh. Meanwhile, they moved to secure the Clear Plate from the defeated Amumu.
Ryuga turned an exasperated gaze toward the girl who had solved everything with her usual mix of airheadedness and brute force. He let out a long, heavy sigh.
"...In what way is that a refined Yamato Nadeshiko? She needs to look up the definition in a dictionary."