The crew traveled through the place—it was a simple island. Deadass, shit was like the most basic of basic islands, like a damn template.
Well, it had some stuff.
Though the second they stepped on the island, Ussop looked terrified.
When asked why—
"Hm... it's my island-that-looks-too-basic phobia acting up."
Wow... the bullshit was crazy. Though Kairo could roughly sense what Ussop had detected—something the monster trio didn't.
"This island is boring," Luffy said, clearly disappointed. For a guy all about adventure, this island was boring as hell.
"Not every island needs to be an adventure," Robin replied, while Luffy looked annoyed—he didn't want this boring nonsense.
Kairo's brow furrowed a bit as he looked at the stone in the middle of the island.
"Oh look, a mushroom!" Chopper said, running toward it. Yet, as he did, Sanji, Zoro, and Luffy all felt something was off. Their passive range might've been kinda ass, but it was still Observation Haki.
Kairo's bumass had been making them keep that shit active even when they were sleeping—his ass would randomly drop shit on them in the middle of the night (not literally), and if they were caught lacking, they got hit.
As annoying as that was, it did bear fruit—though Sanji swore Ussop never got hit.
Ussop, meanwhile, looked scared shitless, immediately hiding behind Robin.
As Chopper went behind the rock, he seemed to hit something—his body skidded back.
Zoro grabbed his sword, Sanji readied his leg, and Luffy looked about ready to enter Gear Second if need be.
He already had the air ready; if need be, Gear Third too. Maybe this would be what he needed to enter the next stage of power.
"Chopper, are you okay?" Robin asked.
"I'm fine... I just ran into a..." Turning his head, Chopper saw a very lanky—and I repeat—pretty lanky guy.
Motherfucker was 9 feet tall. The hell were they feeding these people?
The man who was asleep woke up, his Observation Haki acting up.
Turning his head toward the group, he saw the Straw Hat Pirates... along with Nico Robin.
Hm. So this was the group she joined. Oh well.
His gaze then returned to the last member of the crew—a 6-foot-tall guy who looked rather unassuming at first. Hell, one might even think he was barely stronger than the average man.
However, Kuzan swore he felt a massive wave of bloodlust directed at him, as if someone wished for him to die.
For fuck's sake, he even got the mental image of someone slicing off his head just a moment ago.
And then—he felt a surge of Conqueror's Haki.
Was there some kind of super OP person on this island or something?
He yawned.
"Can a man not nap in peace?" he said, looking tired.
"Who the hell is this super lanky guy?" Sanji asked. Kairo, who was one second away from attacking the man, paused... he gazed at Robin—she looked scared. She took a step back and almost fell.
Kairo caught her.
"Robin, you okay?" he asked, worried—for a second forgetting his revenge.
".....He is..... Navy Admiral.... Aokiji...." she said, visibly terrified.
"This lanky guy is an admiral? No way," Sanji said. Kairo's fists may or may not have been getting ready to be coated in Armament Haki.
(System notification: User soul is being suppressed)
(System notification: Kairo is bloodlusted)
As Zoro gripped his sword, the man yawned again before walking in front of them.
"I'm not here on official duty, so I'm not here to capture you," he said lazily.
He then looked at Luffy.
"Let's see... 150 million, plus 125 million, plus 79 million, and 60 million equals..." The man seemed to be counting on his fingers.
"Some big-ass number I don't know."
"Just do the damn math!" Chopper shouted. Yeah, there was no way this guy was an admiral.
Like, come on—he didn't give off that vibe.
"Sleeping while standing up sure did hurt my feet," the man said, laying down.
"Then why did you sleep standing up?!" Chopper and Ussop yelled at the same time.
This man got more confusing the longer he talked.
Kairo, meanwhile, was struggling to keep his Transformation Jutsu active. He wanted to punch this man so badly.
He wanted to kill him.
While yes, David knew he wasn't strong enough for this guy—Kairo, however, didn't give a sliver of a fuck. So currently, a battle of will was happening inside his body—whoever lost first would be the one in the passenger seat.
Yet before David could fully reason with himself—since he could sense the presence of civilians on the island and logically knew not to attack this man who could fold them like a lawn chair—Kairo wanted all the smoke.
Worst case scenario? He could always teleport the man to the bottom of the sea and get rid of him that way.
He wasn't too picky about the method chosen.
He would slime out this black man like he was a white man in 1800, fuck that guy, his rage threatened to boil over and consumed him whole.
Ripe out his spine and shove it right down his ass.
Feed him his own intestines, cutting his leg, slitting his throat, making him choke on his own blood.
To say that KAIRO was blood lusted would be an understatement.
What he planned to do to this black man would even make Hitler blush.
A/N....Kairo is fine trust.