Crocodile took a deep drag on his cigar and slowly exhaled the smoke before asking Kizaru one final question. It was the only thing he still couldn't let go of.
"Do you really not know where Pluton is?"
Faced with the question, Kizaru didn't hesitate. "I don't know."
Before Kizaru transmigrated, he had only watched One Piece up to around the Paramount War and Fish-Man Island. For the later story, he mostly watched clips and explanations, occasionally catching up on the Straw Hat Pirates' progress.
On top of that, he had transmigrated to Naruto World and spent another twenty or thirty years there. His memories of One Piece had grown even hazier, leaving him with only a few important characters and major events.
As for the three ancient weapons, the only thing Kizaru could say for certain was that the Platinum Princess of the Merfolk possessed the power of Poseidon, though she apparently hadn't awakened it or learned to control it yet.
As for the other two, Kizaru knew nothing about Uranus beyond its name.
Pluton, as far as he remembered, was the most fearsome warship, designed and built jointly by the shipwrights and designers of ancient Water 7. The only thing he remembered was that Franky and his fellow apprentice Iceburg had the blueprints for Pluton.
Kizaru had assumed that after he told Sand Crocodile about the blueprints and helped him obtain them, Crocodile would be able to recreate Pluton in Water 7.
Now it seemed he had overestimated Sand Crocodile's resources and underestimated the impact of the gaps in history and technology.
After hearing Kizaru's answer, Crocodile fell silent for a moment. Then he crushed the half-burned cigar against the table and looked at Kizaru. "Go on. Tell me why you came to see me this time, and