Kumadori

It's not like she knew where each member of CP9 would be waiting, but if this tower played off of her memories, then the easiest to find would be...

"Yoyoyooiiiii!"

She grimaced at the high pitched cry from down the dark of the corridor, just as readily jumping into the adjacent hall as pink tendrils shot out to grab her. As she rolled to her feet, she watched as the hardened threads of hair snaked back to the head of their owner, a sizable man in a suit wearing kabuki make-up. His pink mane writhed as if it was alive, and the wooden staff jingled as it added to his dance.

"Yoyooii," he sang, hopping into his battle stance, one foot forward and his free hand outstretched. His head rolled in a circle, his hair whirling like a whip ready to strike.

"What a mystery fate is, its currents moving us to meet once more

But also harsh, as its waves crash violently against the rocky shore

Like a boat on this ocean, your life must come to an end

What sorrow..."

It seemed he would be at this for a while.

While she was no match for this weirdo during their last encounter, Nami was now more confident in her abilities to take him on. However, she could always just steal his key again like she had before...