"I ran into some very interesting people. Maybe you should visit that place when you have time. You might find an unexpected surprise."
"You should know very well why I came here looking for you."
"Hey, hey, are you really that heartless? We've known each other for so long. I'm already like this, and you still want to keep going?"
At first, the two had merely sparred with each other. Their strength had grown through those exchanges, but their personalities were different.
Hawk Eyes could devote most of his time to honing his swordsmanship. What he pursued was stronger sword techniques, but Red-haired was not that kind of person.
The frequency was too high. Shanks instead felt that it was getting in the way of other things.
"Hmph. An S-class Prosthetic Body, made in Piltover. I don't know its exact specifications, but the Prosthetic Bodies sold there would never fall off just because you got drunk. Besides, your alcohol tolerance is far better than that."
Shanks's plan was declared bankrupt. For some reason, Hawk Eyes seemed to know a little about the origins of Shanks's Prosthetic Body.
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
Shanks's passive skill: playing dumb. Unfortunately, that skill was ineffective against Hawk Eyes now.
"The route to this island inevitably passes through Piltover. Since you chose to install a Prosthetic Body, you wouldn't have bought a cheap one. And as a major producer of Prosthetic Bodies, that country's quality was guaranteed.
Quite a few people in the Navy use similar equipment as well. Do I need to continue?"
"How do you know so much?"
"After joining the Shichibukai, what was wrong with learning about my colleagues? Besides, that country was very powerful. Fighting a strong opponent like that might bring new insights.
You were gone for a