The island's full name is 'Davind,' an island near Long Ring Island. Before landing, Kuro thought Crocodile chose this place because it had a barren landscape, and after landing, this idea became even more certain.
"Why does this guy still rely so much on the terrain to fight? His methods are still lacking." Kuro shook his head and said.
"Huh? Don't you use the terrain either?" Lida asked curiously.
Kuro puffed out his chest. "Not all terrains are the same. When I rely on terrain, that's a verb; when he relies on terrain, that's a noun. But..."
After landing on the island, Kuro looked up at the sky and frowned. "The air isn't very good."
call!
As soon as he finished speaking, he moved his finger, and the haze composed of sand and fog above was suddenly opened up, blowing away little by little to the outer edge of the island, spreading out and being diluted before gradually disappearing.
Looking ahead, many people were repairing houses on the rooftops, carrying building materials back and forth.
Many of those houses had large holes in their roofs, and there were also some deep pits in the ground, as if something had broken out of the soil.
"The battle looks intense."
Kuro looked at the scene, which was clearly the aftermath of a battle, and continued walking forward until he reached the center of the green and sandy areas, where he arrived at the huge palace. The palace was now covered with signs of damage, and several places on the palace were covered with smooth cuts.
The palace gates were also demolished, leaving only a corner. Outside, Crocodile sat atop the palace, cigar in hand, his face grim.
Below, Mr. 1 stands at the doorway, while a dozen or so hippos stand beside him carrying building materials and making repairs.
"Hey, crocodile."
Kuro waved to the sky, "You fought someone, and you look a little disheveled."
Crocodile glanced down and snorted coldly.
"Who were you fighting with? How did you end up like this in a place like this?" Kuro asked with a chuckle.
"Stop pretending you don't know the answer, Kuro!" Crocodile snapped. "You already knew when you called me that Sam William would come looking for me!"
Kuro: "?"
Sam William?
"Wait a minute, you mean William came looking for you? Tsk, you didn't win?" Kuro raised an eyebrow.
Crocodile certainly didn't win. If he had, he wouldn't have this expression. He fought with that William guy for a whole day, and in the end, neither of them could defeat the other.
"I didn't lose either. That guy wouldn't continue fighting me. If we had continued, I would have won!" Crocodile gritted his teeth and said, "That William, a mere thirty million, actually has Conqueror's Haki!"
"Thirty million, you know, thirty million often leads to some unexpected things."
Kuro thought for a moment and said, "But it's more than 30 million. He caused a huge disturbance in Sabaody, so we raised his bounty to 100 million. As for your fight with him... not many people saw it, right?"
"What do you want to do, Kuro?" Crocodile glared at Kuro and said, "It's a fact that I didn't win, and I'll handle that myself!"
"Focus on your duties as a Shichibukai first. William isn't the Straw Hat Pirate; you probably have a pretty good idea of what he's saying."
Kuro lit a cigar, put it in his mouth, and said, "With that kind of strength, if you pursue him, it will only increase his fame, and I don't like that."
He just wanted William to suffer, not for William to gain fame. Why should William have a smooth and successful life, and why should the people he deals with all bring him fame without any serious consequences?
But what about myself?
What kind of trash have we been fighting since we entered the Grand Line?
"You want to take action?" Crocodile asked curiously. "Even if he is qualified, it doesn't mean you should have to take action."
He wasn't afraid of Kuro, truly not, but he was also well aware of Kuro's fighting strength.
For someone at this level, qualifications are no longer important.
Although Conqueror's Haki is said to be a rare talent, only one in a million possesses it, on the high seas, it's as common as a swarm of locusts. Even he himself wouldn't take those who supposedly have the qualifications seriously, let alone Clow Reed.
"We're from the same hometown, so I'm always very 'taken care' of my fellow townsmen," Kuro said meaningfully.
...
A few days later.
Several pirate ships sailed on the high seas.
"Hey ho ho ho ha ha!"
On the deck, William let out a strange laugh, a laugh full of smugness and a sense of enlightenment.
Behind him, Elmira, Montblanc, and Swail all stared worriedly at William, who was laughing wildly with his hands on his hips in front of him.
It's been almost a week now, and William has been smiling like this for almost a week as well. He's maintained this posture ever since his confrontation with Crocodile.
The first time was fine; everyone thought William was happy, and a smile in the midst of his high spirits was no problem.
But have you ever seen someone laugh ten times a day, then laugh seven or eight times the next day, and then maintain this state for a week?
Did Crocodile's sand blow into his head?
Elmira finally couldn't help but ask, "Um, William? Are you alright?"
What could possibly be wrong with me?
William turned his head and said with a smile, "El, do you understand? I fought the Seven Warlords of the Sea to a draw. Do you understand what that means?"
“What does ‘generation’ represent?” Elmira felt a little uneasy at William’s smile.
"This means that Kuro is nothing special! He's just a shadow of me!"
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