"Locke, did you really lie in this guy's mouth and fly thousands of kilometers straight here? It sounds just like a myth! Still, this head is huge. No wonder you call it Big Head."
After composing herself, Nico Robin developed a strong interest in Big Head.
It seems she has always had a high tolerance for ugly appearances. Maybe that was the internal cause behind the strange aesthetic she developed later?
As Mousse thought about Robin's unfortunate future, his mouth did not stop explaining.
Though he held some details back, high-speed flight and terrain alteration alone were enough to make Nico Robin's eyes shine.
Although Robin had no combat experience yet, her logical thinking had already taken shape. From those two points Mousse had revealed, along with Big Head's enormous size, she realized that this big fellow was probably quite powerful.
"Locke, you dared to come so far alone because it protected you too, didn't you?"
After Robin voiced her conclusion, Big Head immediately bent forward in an imitation of a nod, drawing another burst of silver-bell laughter from her.
Little Robin's laughter was lovely, but seeing his Homies belittle him, its master, in front of her still made Mousse somewhat unhappy. He instinctively snorted and defended himself.
"Actually, I'm pretty impressive too."
As he spoke, Mousse picked up two small stones and tossed them out of the cave. Then, seemingly from nowhere, he produced two pistols. In an instant, bang, bang, he fired twice and accurately struck both stones!
"S-So amazing!" Nico Robin's mouth fell wide open again. Mousse's shooting accuracy went without saying, and his movements were so swift they were nearly impossible to follow. How had someone so young trained such skill?
After showing off, however, Mousse did not look particularly pleased. He remembered why he had