"What's your name?!"
Chaos thought the boy looked familiar. He had probably seen him somewhere before. Anyone Chaos remembered must have appeared in the original story, even if he was only a minor side character or cannon fodder.
Maybe he was one of some future spouse's childhood friends.
"Daz Bones."
Daz Bones tried to meet Chaos's dark eyes, his palms slick with cold sweat. His legs were even trembling.
He kept psyching himself up. He couldn't let the other man look down on him.
He was stubborn, refused to give up, and held Chaos's gaze with determination. That was what it would take to make his dream come true.
"Daz Bones?"
Chaos furrowed his brow. He'd never heard of him!
But he liked the look in the boy's eyes.
That stubborn refusal to back down—even though he was clearly terrified, he never looked away. You could tell from an early age whether someone had potential.
"Boss, this kid is a Devil Fruit user."
"What was the fruit called again?"
Crocodile remembered Bonis explaining his ability, but he'd forgotten it almost immediately.
"Oh?"
Chaos was even more interested now.
"The Slice-Slice Fruit."
Bonis wasn't particularly bothered that Crocodile had forgotten. He calmly explained his ability.
Both his hands transformed into gleaming blades, and he demonstrated for Chaos.
As Bonis showed off his power, Chaos suddenly understood.
Wasn't this the future Mr. 1 who worked for Old Sand?
He could turn any part of his body into a blade, and his skin was as hard as steel. He was practically born with Iron Body.
No wonder he'd seemed familiar.
After all, Chaos only remembered Mr. 1's title. He didn't actually know his real name.
This Devil Fruit was no ordinary power. If Bonis developed it in the direction of a Great Swordsman