Little Robin slowly sat up from the reclining chair, feeling the sensation return to her limbs.
She lifted her arms and waved them experimentally.
"Recovered?" Kavi asked.
Little Robin nodded. "Almost."
Next came the Devil Fruit development training.
Since she didn't mind that part too much, she didn't bother pretending to still be weak.
But if Kavi had said they were continuing the physical training—or worse, the seawater resistance—she would have gladly flopped back down and stayed motionless for another two hours.
Kavi gave her a thoughtful look. "Tell me everything you know about your ability. I'll analyze it."
He needed a clear understanding of the Flower-Flower Fruit's current potential before deciding how to develop it.
Though he'd seen it in the anime, this was real life—every user's experience with a Devil Fruit could vary depending on creativity, understanding, and application.
As for himself, Kavi's own Devil Fruit was a body-type enhancement fruit.
When activated, it turned his body into a monstrous force of nature—an avatar of gods and demons.
After awakening, it granted a new power: Chaos Thunder, though Kavi had yet to explore its full potential.
Little Robin lowered her gaze, thinking. After a few moments, she said.
"I can make parts of my body bloom wherever I can see."
"Uh-huh!"
'So, it was like that.' Kavi had assumed it only worked with hands and feet, like in the anime.
'But now it seemed the fruit's power extended to any part of the body—as long as she could see the target location. That kind of versatility was... dangerous. It was also a minefield.'
Kavi's expression darkened as an image from the anime popped into his head—countless hands and feet blooming from the enemy's body.
He immediately shut down the darker possibilities.
"Ahem." Kavi cleared his throat and tapped Little Robin's forehead.
"Listen up, Robin. From now on, no matter what kind of enemy you face, you only attack with your hands.
Feet only if you absolutely have to. Any other part... never. Not even if your life depends on it. Got it?"
Little Robin blinked at him, confused by his serious tone.
She didn't really understand, but nodded obediently.
"Okay."
Kavi let out a small sigh of relief. That's one crisis averted.
He didn't have a grand development plan for the Flower-Flower Fruit, but he knew this: if Robin could one day learn Armament Haki, the true potential of her fruit would explode.
A physical fighter with her abilities would be a walking army of hardened fists. But Robin wasn't a bruiser—so they'd have to take a more refined route.
From that day on, her daily routine solidified.
In the morning, she submerged herself in seawater to build resistance.
In the afternoon, she developed and practiced with her Devil Fruit.
And in the evening, she followed her mother, Olivia, to study archaeology and history.
Every minute of her day was accounted for.
Meanwhile, Kavi spent his time either lounging with tea, fishing, or occasionally disguising himself as a weird old man and wandering around the Revolutionary Army camps.
Sometimes, Dragon dropped by for a chat.
But the person who grew closest to Kavi in the army was Bartholomew Kuma.
Kuma was kind-hearted and gentle.
Tragedy had driven him to join the Revolutionary Army, determined to fight for a world free of oppression.
Under Kavi's influence, his ideology sharpened. He admired Kavi deeply—second only to Dragon himself.
Kavi, for his part, was intrigued by Kuma too—especially his Devil Fruit.
It had been "useless" at first glance, yet Kuma had developed it into a fearsome arsenal that could attack, defend, heal, and teleport.
Proof again that there were no useless fruits, only uncreative users.
Two Years Later
Time passed quickly.
Little Robin had grown taller and more mature.
After two years of seawater resistance training, she could now swim freely, though her fruit powers still wouldn't work underwater.
Her mastery of the Flower-Flower Fruit had advanced considerably, but she hadn't awakened Armament Haki yet.
Kavi suspected she was close—just a little more physical growth and emotional stress would do it.
One quiet afternoon, Kavi stood at the beach, readying a small ship.
"Senior Kavi, are you really leaving?" Dragon asked, standing beside Olivia and Kuma.
"Yes, Uncle Kavi," Olivia added. "At least tell Robin first."
Kavi smirked. "I'm just heading out for a bit. I'll be back. And listen—don't let Little Robin go out to sea until she's at least eighteen. Got it?"
He had been in hiding for too long and was feeling restless.
It was time to go make some waves, meet some influential people, and give the Revolutionary Army a few more allies.
As their "Commander in name," this was his way of contributing.
The three watched as Kavi sailed off into the horizon.
He hadn't told Little Robin. If he had, she would've cried.
Sure enough, that night…
"Where's Uncle Kavi?" Robin asked for the tenth time, running around the island in search of him.
Olivia finally sighed and crouched down to her daughter's eye level. "He went out to sea."
Robin froze. "What?! He ran away again?!"
Anger bloomed on her small, pale face. "He left me again?! That's so mean!"
Olivia patted her head gently. "Don't be upset, Robin. He'll come back. I promise."
Still, Olivia couldn't help feeling a little... jealous. Robin had never been this emotional when she left.
Then again, she reminded herself, Robin had been too young back then to understand. That must be it.
"I want to go to sea too!" Robin pouted. "I can protect myself now!"
"Absolutely not," Olivia said sternly. "You're still too young. And Kavi said you can only go once you're eighteen."
Robin turned away with her arms crossed, pouting even more fiercely.
It was so unfair! Kavi got to run off and explore the world, and she had to stay here and study every day.
She puffed her cheeks and muttered to herself.
"It's all Uncle Kavi's fault. I hope he never finds a wife!"
Somewhere out at sea, Kavi sneezed.
Little did he know, Robin had cursed him again.
The last time he left without a word—just a single month—she'd complained for weeks.
This time, who knew how many years it would be before they met again?
One thing was certain: when they did meet, she'd definitely make him pay.
And Robin swore, when that day came, 'he wouldn't be disappointed.'