Chapter 114 – The Sand Crocodile Walks Into a Tornado
"Swordsman?"
Mr. 1 – Daz Bonez looked down at Kuina with faint disdain.
"Let's see how hard your blade really is."
"Come find out."
Kuina calmly drew Kōsetsu.
A short distance away, Tashigi leveled Shigure at Miss Doublefinger – Paula.
And at the café where Aike waited,
an uninvited guest arrived.
"You're Baroque Works' vice president—Miss All Sunday!!"
Vivi shot to her feet, hostility pouring off her.
Nico Robin completely ignored the princess and gracefully sat across from Aike.
"First time meeting you, Mr. Devil Merchant…"
Back in the Rain Dinners main hall,
Nami's punch shattered Galdino's candle wall. Wax chunks demolished the décor.
Mr. 3 barely sighed in relief when razor-sharp vacuum slashes screamed through the air.
"Rankyaku!"
He frantically coated himself in candle armor.
Too slow, too thin.
The first slash tore the wax apart and carved deep into his torso.
"ARRGHH!!"
Only now did he grasp the gap in power.
"This guy is a senior agent? He's pathetic."
Nami dusted off her hands, bored.
"Seriously weak. Wonder what the Warlord himself is made of."
Carina strolled over with several bulging sacks of chips, not even glancing at the bleeding man.
"Natural-type, so probably decent," she shrugged. "But his eye for talent is trash. If this is a senior agent, the rest can't be much."
"You've got some mouth on you~!"
From the upper walkway, Crocodile appeared, cigar clenched, face dark as a storm.
The once-opulent casino was a disaster zone.
His men littered the floor, dead or dying.
Only Mr. 3 still clung to life—barely.
Every second of this scene clawed at Crocodile's nerves.
"Facts are facts," Carina said with a lazy shrug.
She and Nami had sensed him long before he showed his face.
That last line had been deliberate bait.
"Then let's see if you can back it up!!"
Crocodile's right hand turned to sand and lunged for Carina.
A smaller stream split off, forming razor-sharp sand blades that shot at Nami—speed rivaling her own Rankyaku.
Nami dodged effortlessly with Observation Haki.
Carina didn't even move.
The sand hand closed around her—and passed straight through a living cyclone.
"Same ability type, genius. Planning to dehydrate a tornado?"
Carina smirked.
"Logia… and Observation Haki!"
Crocodile's eyes narrowed, scanning them both.
One test was enough.
The wind girl was clearly storm-related Logia. The other radiated Haki.
In seconds he understood:
These two were trouble.