"I'm Not Your Dad!"

Storm increasingly felt that Hawk Eyes Mihawk was a hypocrite.

He clearly said he wasn't interested in Shanks.

As a result, the moment Storm mentioned the topic of Red-Haired, this guy couldn't help but feel a flutter in his heart.

Ah, number two~

Storm scoffed inwardly.

Why can't someone with "two Red-Haired" become a Yonko (Yonko) while someone with "one Red-Haired" can?

Of course, it's because the one-handed Red-Haired completely blocked his "Little Left" in the new era!

And then the gears of fate began to turn...

With Red-Haired on both hands, what kind of deformed gourd is that?

The Bandit King Sig, could easily kill fifty-six pieces of trash from the sea (seriously)!

Even a Near Sea King less than 100 meters long could bite off his left hand and then calmly leave (Bao Zhen)...

One-handed Red-Haired is something else.

With his left hand detached, his Haki is fully unleashed; he can storm into the New World and become the Pirate Emperor!

What does it mean to be Devil Fruit User the "Face Fruit"? What does it mean to be a pioneer of the new era? (Leans back tactically)

Storm ignored Mihawk, whose thoughts had wandered off somewhere else.

He glanced at Crocodile, who was lying unconscious beside him, then at Mihawk, and a bold idea surged into his mind once again.

Storm raised his right hand and unleashed the power of the [Clay Fruit], releasing pieces of grayish-black clay resembling scales, which covered the surface of the Sand Crocodile's body.

"Wrong."

Mihawk's voice rang out like thunder beside Storm.

The former World's Greatest Swordsman, arms crossed, looked at the unconscious Sand Crocodile and shook his head.

"The Banana Crocodile of Alabasta has yellowish-green scales, not grayish-black."

Storm turned his head, glanced at Mihawk, and silently gave him a thumbs up.

No wonder he's called "Hawk Eyes," his eyes are so sharp!

Mihawk offered a helpful tip.

Storm instantly changed the color of the clay.

Crocodile's appearance began to undergo a startling transformation under his manipulation of power.

Hard, yellowish-green scales covered its body. As its body stretched and elongated, the length of its limbs remained constant. The golden poison hook on its left hand disappeared, replaced by a short, thick, but sharp claw. A thick, powerful tail also grew from behind it...

Click--click--

A camera shutter sounded from a Den Den Mushi (photo denial mushi).

Storm turned to look at Mihawk again.

The latter held a freshly made photo of a "real" Sand Crocodile between his two fingers and waved it at Storm.

"One for one."

Storm instantly understood what Mihawk meant.

One "harpy male demon art photo" can be exchanged for one "desert crocodile art photo".

"Tch~ As if I don't have Camera Den Den Mushi!"

Storm snorted and took out his Camera Den Den Mushi, snapping away at his latest "masterpiece".

Mihawk could only regretfully take back the photos he was holding.

His sharp, eagle- Hawk Eyes stared at the photograph silently for a moment, then he put it in his pocket.

... crocodiles are much uglier than eagles.

After finishing his business with Crocodile, Storm pocketed the meticulously taken "desert crocodile art photos" and then walked over to Edward Weevil on the other side.

The Blue-Eyes White Dragon's [Dragon's Roar] was too powerful, completely exceeding Buckingham Stussy's tolerance, and the old woman still hasn't woken up.

However, Edward Weevil, who was standing nearby, had amazing physical abilities and had not fallen into a coma until now.

Storm approached Edward Weevil, who was emaciated and skeletal.

If he hadn't witnessed Edward Weevil's "weight loss" process firsthand...

He also refused to believe that the straw-like thing on the ground was the same fat Edward Weevil from before.

Edward Weevil naturally noticed Storm's approach as well.

He's not particularly bright, but he's at least better than the legendary fish in the ocean whose memory lasts only seven seconds...

Edward Weevil remembers it very clearly.

Although the short guy who's approaching isn't attacking him like the other two.

But this short guy came with two other short guys!

These three short guys are in cahoots!

"Don't come any closer..."

Severely dehydrated, Edward Weevil was too weak to move and could only try to intimidate the enemy with words.

"My mom will be here soon!"

Your mother—let's call her "Mom" for now—is still unconscious!

Storm completely disregarded Edward Weevil's threats.

He waved to the Blue-Eyes White Dragon in the sky, and several buckets of fresh water immediately fell from the sky.

Storm conjured several clumps of clay and, like projectiles, launched them into the sky, hitting each of the wooden barrels filled with fresh water with unparalleled precision.

Fresh water gushed down from the sky, as if a localized downpour had occurred here.

Edward Weevil was bathed in the freshwater downpour. His extremely dehydrated body greedily absorbed the fresh water from the surroundings, and his entire body slowly swelled up like an inflating balloon.

Although it doesn't yet reach the level of flexibility and elasticity of a "Rubber Man".

However, Edward Weevil's physique is indeed slowly recovering.

Storm observed the scene with great interest.

Edward Weevil's body was like a dried-up riverbed, constantly absorbing fresh water from the surrounding area.

However, he did not return to his original chubby appearance; instead, he transformed into a tall, muscular, middle-aged man.

This is unlike the Edward Weevil of the past.

He looks more like Edward Teach!

Certainly.

Edward Weevil still has very noticeable suture scars on his left eye, neck, and left arm.

His crescent-shaped white beard was also thinner and longer than a real Whitebeard and "Edward Teach's."

But it must be said...

Every fat person is a potential star.

Weight loss is the most effective cosmetic procedure.

Now, apart from having a slightly blank expression, Edward Weevil looks like a mighty and Haki super strong man!

"The Sand Crocodile's [Suna Suna no Mi] is really interesting."

Mihawk walked over to Storm and gave a positive review of Edward Weevil's new look.

"This way, he looks more like the Whitebeard son."

"I am the son of Whitebeard!"

Edward Weevil had drunk enough water and felt much more energetic.

He snorted at Mihawk, then looked at Storm and said something in a silly tone.

"Thank you!"

Without waiting for Storm's response.

Edward Weevil then picked up Buckingham Stussy, who was still unconscious, and grabbed his naginata. Without saying a word, he took off running.

"White Dragon, aren't you going to do anything?"

Mihawk looked at Storm, who was standing still, and asked in confusion.

"If you don't make a move soon, this 'Whitebeard' man will get away."

No rush.

Storm shook his head, watching Edward Weevil gradually run out of the desert area, and said calmly.

"Let's take a look first."

Edward Weevil, armed and carrying his mother, charged out of the desert Crocodile had created using his powers.

The moment I stepped out of the yellow sand.

Edward Weevil stood frozen in place, as if he had lost his power, and stopped running.

He knew the sand was dangerous.

He was just defeated by sand.

So, the moment Edward Weevil recovered, he immediately ran out of the desert to avoid being swallowed by the sand again.

However.

After running out of the desert area, Edward Weevil returned to his original form.

A "foolish son" whose mind is completely blank and who needs Buckingham Stussy to give orders in everything he does.

"Mother..."

Edward Weevil looked at Buckingham Stussy, who was still unconscious in his arms, and answered his own question.

"What should I do now? Sleep? Okay..."

Buckingham Stussy didn't say a word.

Edward Weevil, however, seemed to have found the answer in his comatose mother.

Edward Weevil plopped down on the ground, and as he put Buckingham Stussy down, he lay down on the ground as well.

Mihawk looked at the bizarre performance unfolding not far away and felt quite uneasy.

Although he longed to spar with Edward Weevil, who possessed the power of a young, Whitebeard.

But after witnessing what the other party did with my own eyes...

A thought suddenly occurred to Mihawk.

Don't play with idiots!

"Why is the Whitebeard son like this...?"

"Who knows? You could go and interrogate his mother."

Storm gave a casual reply and then walked directly toward Edward Weevil.

Just as Edward Weevil was about to listen to his mother and go to bed early, he heard Storm's approaching footsteps. Like a restless child, he immediately sat up straight.

Storm raised his right hand and unleashed his [Clay Fruit] ability. His right fist instantly extended and lengthened like rubber, and he punched Edward Weevil in the stomach.

Snap!

Edward Weevil watched as the clay fist was sent flying by his solid muscles, and couldn't help scratching the spot where he had been hit.

"What are you doing?"

"Edward Weevil?"

Storm looked at Edward Weevil, then gestured to the person beside him.

"Look who's that?"

The clay fist that had just been flung away has now undergone a significant change in shape.

The "imitation" power of the [Nine-Tails Fox Fruit] quietly activated at this moment.

A completely new, slimmer version of Edward Weevil stood silently on the earth, even the naginata in his hand resembled the [Murakumogiri], one of the Supreme Great Grade Swords Twelve Works.

Edward Weevil's small eyes widened as he stared incredulously at the "Whitebeard," then he suddenly roared.

"Dad!"

"... cough!"

Storm coughed lightly.

Even though he had already underestimated Edward Weevil's intelligence enough.

But I didn't expect it to be overestimated...

Storm looked at the "Clay Weevil" on the other side and manipulated it to start talking.

"Weevil! What did Buckingham Stussy tell you?"

"Dad!"

Weevil got up from the ground and stood respectfully in place.

"My mother told me a lot... She said I am your son..."

"No!"

"Clay Weevil said in a deep voice."

"I'm not your father!"

Served at four o'clock!

14,000 words!

There will be more later, around 1 o'clock...