The world was vast beyond measure, and the cultural legends born across its far-flung corners were even more wondrous.
The weasel was a creature of legend. It moved so swiftly that its form could not be seen, and it kicked up a whirlwind as it ran.
Once a person was touched by that whirlwind, countless wounds resembling cuts from sharp blades would appear across their body.
The attacks used by Cavendish's alter ego were just like the weasel's wounds: invisible and as swift as the wind.
That was why the Cavendish alter ego born in the Kingdom of Rommel had been dubbed Rommel's Weasel by the Marines.
With those seemingly impossible attacks, almost every target Cavendish's alter ego set his sights on was killed instantly.
Only high-bounty pirates like Fang Sword Percy could endure for a while under the onslaught of Cavendish's weasel attacks.
It had always been this way.
However, Maud's casual act of pinning his sword to the ground with one foot gave Cavendish's alter ego an unprecedented and intense sense of danger.
Even so, the killing intent in Cavendish's whitened eyes did not diminish in the slightest.
"Heh..."
Cavendish let out a short, strange laugh and released Armament Haki, coating Durandal's blade with it.
Then, he repeated his old trick and suddenly twisted his wrist.
Durandal, pinned beneath Maud's foot, suddenly gave a faint ringing tremor.
Empowered by Armament Haki, the blade flipped with a surging, powerful force and slammed solidly into Maud's foot.
"Tsk."
A strange glint flashed through Maud's eyes. He was lifted into the air by the sudden force, then landed steadily.
"Armament Haki, huh?"
Maud looked at Cavendish, whose eye sockets were white.
They clearly shared the same body, yet the main personality did not understand Two-Color Haki, while the alter ego could