Kuro replied matter-of-factly, “Mr. Zephyr, look at me, I just obtained the fruit, my abilities are not refined, and the gap between me and others is too great.”
"My swordsmanship is so bad, I can't beat the Seven Warlords of the Sea. My physical skills are even worse; if someone touches me, I could be seriously injured. This sea is so dangerous, of course I have to worry," Kuro said matter-of-factly.
Zephyr: "..."
What you said seems to make a lot of sense, but something just doesn't feel right to me.
If you're not even skilled, then are those powerful beings on the high seas truly powerful?
If Kuro knew, he would definitely say, "That must be really strong."
After all, some strong people are capable of using special abilities, and with special abilities, who knows what kind of weird things they might produce?
Kuro genuinely felt that he was not good enough.
He is a very good scholar of relativity. To make a comparison, one should naturally compare him to those who are relatively safest when venturing out to sea.
The three admirals are safe, but Kuro is indeed not up to par in terms of ability.
Mihawk is the safest in terms of swordsmanship, and he is a Shichibukai, so Clow can't beat a Shichibukai.
In terms of physical combat skills, Kaido and Charlotte Linlin are the safest, so he can't compare at all.
Besides, would we be safe if we surpassed them?
This old codger in front of me was pretty strong back in the day, but he still crashed and burned.
Here are some lessons from the past.
If he's content with the status quo, what if he gets messed up by some weird ability user? Would he even survive?
You can't just lose an arm, go to Marineford, hand your cloak to some young navy officer, and tell him you're waiting for him in the East Blue, can you?
Without a sense of crisis, you'll inevitably crash and burn sooner or later.
This person in front of me is someone I can't miss.
"Mr. Zephyr, regarding physical techniques..."
Kuro stood up, stretched his limbs, and said in a booming voice, "I hope you will not hesitate to teach me!"
Is this kid serious?
Zefa looked at him, his smile widening. "Someone like you would actually want to be taught by an old man like me. That's quite a surprise."
The reason Zefa is no longer teaching is that since he lost an arm, coupled with old age and illness, his strength has declined drastically, making it impossible for him to lead new recruits on their adventures.
He didn't want to suffer the same pain as he did seven years ago.
But there's no need to worry about teaching someone who's already a monster.
"Alright, if this old fellow is of any use, then you can give it a try. Just looking at it won't reveal some of its flaws."
Zefa stood up and stretched his arms and legs. He raised his mechanical arm and laughed, "You don't mind if this old guy uses some gadgets, do you?"
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